Todos los capítulos de Wild fantasies : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 6

The last train of the night was always the quietest.Most commuters had gone home hours ago, leaving only the stragglers, the night-shift workers, and the ones—like Elena—who simply didn’t want the evening to end.She stood near the doors of the second-to-last car, one hand gripping the cold metal pole, her body swaying gently with the rhythm of the tracks. The lights overhead flickered every few seconds, casting brief shadows across the near-empty space. Only a handful of passengers remained, all lost in their phones or half-asleep against the windows.Elena’s coat was unbuttoned despite the December chill seeping through the cracks. Beneath it, she wore a thin silk blouse and a pencil skirt that hugged her hips a little too tightly after the wine at dinner. She felt warm—too warm—her skin buzzing from the alcohol and something else she couldn’t quite name.The train lurched around a curve, and she shifted her weight. That’s when she felt him.A solid, unmistakable presence behind he

The twenty minutes stretched into an eternity of charged silence.They didn’t speak as they left the station. Didn’t need to. He fell into step beside her, hands in his coat pockets, the bulge of her lace panties visible for a second before he shifted the fabric. Elena’s thighs rubbed together with every stride, a sticky reminder of what he’d already poured into her.Three blocks.Her apartment building loomed at the end of a quiet, tree-lined street. She could have said goodnight at the door. Could have taken the elevator alone.She didn’t.Instead, she glanced at him once quick, daring then punched in the code. He followed her into the lobby without a word. Into the elevator. Stood behind her as the doors closed, his reflection in the mirrored wall watching her like prey.The second the car started moving, he was on her.Hands rough under her coat, yanking her blouse free from her skirt. Mouth hot on her neck, sucking hard enough to bruise. She moaned, loud this time no one to hear

The invitation arrived in a plain black envelope, no return address, slipped under her apartment door like a secret.Inside: a single heavy card, embossed in silver.Velvet Rope SocietySaturday, 11 p.m.One night. One rule: everything is consensual.Bring only your desire.Lila had heard whispers about the club—exclusive, hidden somewhere beneath the city, a place where the wealthy and the wicked gathered to buy and sell pleasure. She’d always told herself it was myth. Fantasy fodder for late-night scrolling.But the card felt real between her fingers. And the ache it sparked low in her belly was very real.She went.The address led her to an unmarked steel door in an alley downtown. A man in a tailored black suit checked her name against a tablet, eyes lingering appreciatively on the dress she’d chosen—deep crimson silk that clung to every curve, slit high enough to flash thigh with each step, neckline plunging just enough to make her feel dangerously exposed.He nodded once. The do