Semua Bab Taboo: Ties and Sins : Bab 31 - Bab 40

The storm unleashed its fury that night, as if the sky had finally decided to let go of everything it had been suppressing for days. Lightning tore through the darkness with mesmerizing violence, followed by thunder that rattled the house's walls. Inside, the light flickered twice before succumbing completely. Gabi was already in her room, lying down, when complete darkness set in. The silence that followed the snap of the circuit breaker seemed even more oppressive than the sound of thunder. She sat up on the bed, hugging her knees, biting her lower lip. Too demanding. Ravi's room door was slightly open. Gabi knocked softly. "Ravi?" Her voice emerged softly, almost childlike. Inside, he was seated on the bed, clad only in his shorts, illuminated by the sporadic flashes of lightning streaking across the window. He looked up and furrowed his brow at the sight of her standing there, draped in loose pajamas and her face partially obscured by her hair. "What's going on?" he inquired

Morning dawned under a gray sky, heavy like the tightness in Gabi's chest. She found Ravi on the porch, his suitcase already positioned next to the car. He was staring at the horizon, as if trying to etch every detail of the landscape into his memory before his departure. "So you're really leaving," she stated, not as a question, but as an indictment. Ravi turned around slowly. His eyes were shadowy, but she noticed the strain in his jawline, the way his fingers balled into fists. "It's for the best," he responded, his voice raspy. "Best for whom?" Gabi advanced, her heart racing. "You're just running away." He didn't contradict her. "If I stay, I won't be able to restrain myself. And you know what happens if someone discovers our secret." Gabi felt her eyes stinging with tears, but she refused to let them fall. "So you're a coward." Ravi moved too swiftly for her to react. Within a blink, he had her pinned against the side of the house, his large, warm body trapping her in pl

IsadoraI woke up early, but the house was already alive. It was as if it never truly slept, only breathed more slowly during the night. I put on a satin robe and descended the stairs in silence, guided by sounds and smells that pulled me into the unknown.The air was heavy with the scent of amber, vanilla, and something else... musk, perhaps. An almost masculine note, warm, like sweaty skin after well-served pleasure.I walked down a corridor I hadn't explored before. To the left, locked doors. To the right, ancient tapestries and sculptures of entwined bodies. When I turned the last corner, I found the hall.It was a circular room, spacious, with windows covered by transparent veils that let the light in, diffused. On the floor, velvet cushions and soft blankets. The walls were covered in old mirrors, stained by time, as if guarding the secrets of other bodies that had passed through there.In the center, a pedestal of dark wood. On it, a chair upholstered in wine-red. Next to it, a

My muscles, still marked by Athos's careful touch from the previous night, seemed to throb in a slow reverberation, like an echo refusing to dissipate.I sat on the edge of the bed, the satin robe slipping naturally from my shoulders, exposing the delicate curve of my neck, the soft line of my décolletage, and the tops of my breasts, which trembled from the morning's coolness and the heat of the memory of what had happened. The aroma of fresh coffee wafted from the kitchen in waves, mingling with the scent of the sheets and the silk, but my thoughts were far away, far from the safety of routine, trapped in that fire Athos ignited within me—invisible, insistent, and dangerously vivid.I felt like a woman divided: on one hand, the Isadora I knew—cautious, restrained, silent; and on the other, the woman who was beginning to emerge there, a wild creature, ready to explore, feel, and challenge her own limits.When he appeared, there was no rush nor empty words. Nothing but a deep gaze, the

IsadoraI opened the door before Athos could knock. I was naked. For the first time, I offered myself without a word, without any instruction. My skin bare, my feet bare on the cold stone floor, my eyes shining with a new confidence, born of pleasure and surrender.Athos stopped in front of me and didn't smile. He simply looked at me as if seeing me for the first time. Something in me had changed, and he felt it."Today..." I whispered, my voice deep, warm, "...I don't want rituals."He lifted his chin, assessing."What do you want?""Skin. Body. Truth."That was all I said. And it was enough.He entered.The lights were off, except for the candles I had lit myself. The room smelled of amber and myrrh incense. There was wine. Pillows on the floor. Soft linen sheets.I closed the door behind him.For a moment, we just looked at each other. The tension between us was no longer one of provocation, but something more serious: necessity. The raw, latent desire to finally unite what had bee