All Chapters of TABOO:BATION — 50 SHADES OF FORBIDDEN SHORTS: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

The garage was silent except for the wet, rhythmic sound of Aria driving that skin-colored toy into herself. She was arched back on the hood of the Ford, her heels scraping against the vintage paint. Every thrust made her small groans bounce off the metal walls."Aria, stop," I whispered, my voice cracking. I kept glancing at the driveway, my heart hammering. "Your father... he could pull up any second. He can't see you like this. He’ll kill me."She didn't even open her eyes. She just gripped the dildo tighter, her knuckles turning white. "Does it matter, Davis? Does anything matter except how this feels?"She started moving faster, her hips bucking with a desperate energy. "ohhh... mmm-nnn-gh... Davis... yes... ohhh, Davis!" She was moaning my name like a prayer, her voice echoing in the rafters.I was a total mess. My work pants were tight, a dark, damp circle already forming where I was leaking through the fabric. I was throbbing so hard it felt like my skin was going to tear.The

The kitchen was a blur of gold light and dark shadows, but all I could see was the way Mr. Sterling was moving. He wasn't just a man anymore; he was like a force of nature. He was pounding into Aria with a raw, brutal power that made the heavy marble island shake. "Does he make you scream like this?" he growled, his voice vibrating in the air. "Does that boy know how to hit you right here?" "No... mmm-nnn-gh... no, Daddy!" Aria shrieked, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her back arched so far it looked like it might snap. "You're so big... ohhh god, you're so big! Only you... only you can do this to me!" I stood in the darkness of the hallway, frozen. I felt a wave of jealousy that hit me like a physical punch, but right behind it was a surge of pure, sick satisfaction. Seeing her—this untouchable, arrogant girl—being broken down like this was the most intense thing I’d ever witnessed. I stopped palming myself through the sweatpants. I couldn't help it. I reached inside and

The room was alive with the sound of her skin hitting mine. Aria was riding me with a wild, desperate energy that made the bed frame groan. She wasn't just moving; she was taking everything I had. Her hair was flying around her face, and her eyes were wide, looking down at me with a mix of hunger and victory.It was better than anything I had ever felt in my years on this earth. Every time she sat back down on me, I felt the heat travel from my toes to my brain. She was so tight, so wet, and so perfect. She leaned down, her lips brushing my ear as she ground her hips against me. "You’ve been dreaming about this, haven't you, Davis?" she hissed, her voice dripping with heat. "While you were working for my dad, while you were lying alone... While you watched him fuck me, you wanted me to own you like this.""Ahhh.. yes ohh fuck…I did," I admitted, my voice breaking. "I wanted it so bad baby."“Then show me," she commanded. She sat up straight, her back arching as she took me deeper. "S

I didn't say a word. I reached out and grabbed her thighs, pulling her to the very edge of my seat. I lifted one of her legs, draping it over my shoulder. The position opened her up completely. I guided myself back into her, and the feeling of her heat closing around me again made my head swim.Damn… she was fucking good. Sweet. Tight.I started to fuck her, my movements deep and slow. I wanted her to feel every single inch. We were in our own world, the teacher's voice about inflation and markets sounding like it was coming from another planet. "Mmm-nnn-gh... Davis... yes... right there," Aria moaned, her voice barely a breath against my skin. "You’re so... ohhh, fuck. Don't stop." "I'm not stopping," I growled, my jaw tight. I increased the speed, my chest hitting hers with a rhythmic thud. "You wanted the bad boy, Aria. You've got him." The friction was intense. I could feel her pulsing around me, her internal muscles tightening with every thrust. She buried her face in my

Dinner finally ended, but the weight in my chest only got heavier. James was acting like the perfect guy he always portrayed. He stood up with a charming smile and offered to help my mom clear the table. "Let me help with that, Mrs. Miller," he said, his voice smooth and polite. My mom beamed at him, probably wishing my brother was half as helpful. I waited, my heart boiling like hot water, until the kitchen cleared out. My mom went into the living room to catch the news, and Leo disappeared to his room. The second the swinging door shut, I moved. I grabbed a steak knife from the counter. My hand was shaking, but my grip was tight. I lunged forward, grabbing the collar of James’s white shirt and shoving him back against the refrigerator. I pressed the cold tip of the blade right against the soft skin of his throat. "What the fuck was that about, James?" I hissed, my voice a jagged whisper. "The video. Explain it. Now." "Oii, oii, oii, tiger. Chill out," he drawled, his breath sme