Semua Bab TABOO:BATION — 50 SHADES OF FORBIDDEN SHORTS: Bab 281 - Bab 290

“Dad… I…” I couldn't finish the thought. I was looking at his lips. They were so close. I don't know who moved first. I don't think it mattered. Suddenly, the distance was gone. His mouth crashed against mine, and it wasn't the kiss of a father. It was deep, hungry, and desperate. His tongue slid into my mouth, tasting like mint and heat, claiming me. I moaned into his throat, my hands flying up to grip his wet shoulders. He broke the kiss for a second, his forehead resting against mine. We were both breathing like we’d just run a marathon. “This shouldn’t be happening,” he groaned, his voice full of pain and desire. “I’m your father, Lila. This is wrong. So fucking wrong to look at me like that.” “I'm… I'm sorry Dad I…” I tried to apologize with my mouth. But my hand moved on its own. It felt like I was watching someone else’s arm reach out. My fingers roamed down his chest, feeling the hard muscle, the damp skin, until my hand was hovering just inches away from his cock. My

The silence in the living room was heavy. It felt like it was pressing down on my shoulders, making it hard to breathe. Marcus sat in that large leather chair, his shadow stretching across the floor. He looked at me, and I felt like he could see every single thing I had done today. He could see the secret I shared with Alex. He could see the way my body was still humming from the afternoon.“I… I was just out with friends,” I whispered. My voice felt thin and weak. Marcus stood up slowly. He didn't look angry. He looked controlled, which was much scarier. He walked toward me, his bare feet silent on the rug. He stopped right in front of me, so close that I could feel the heat coming off his chest. He reached out and placed his hand on the wall behind my head, pinning me in place. “You ran away this morning,” he said. His voice was a low rumble in his chest. “You didn't wait to greet your dad. You just left.”“Im sorry Dad… i… i… I was scared,” I confessed. I looked down at his colla

The morning sun was too bright. It spilled across Marcus’s king-sized bed, hitting my face and forcing my eyes open. I groaned, my body feeling heavy and sore in places I didn’t even know could ache. I reached out, my hand searching for the heat of him, but the sheets beside me were cold. He was already up. I rolled onto my side, my skin sensitive against the expensive fabric. I felt different. The air in the room felt different. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, my fingers trembling slightly. I needed to tell someone. I needed to say it out loud just to make sure it was real. [Text to Alex]: He did it. He actually did it. Marcus fucked me last night. I’m literally still vibrating. [Alex]: Holy shit. For real? How was it? [Lila]: Beyond anything. He’s huge, Alex. He stretched me so wide I thought I’d snap. And he was so dominant. I’ve never felt so owned in my life. [Alex]: Fuck, Lila. I’m hard just reading that. I wish I’d been there to watch him claim you. I bet you w

Alex didn't need to be told twice. He crawled over me, his eyes wide. He knew the game. He knew he was just a placeholder, but he didn't care. He gripped my waist, his fingers digging into my skin just like Marcus had. "You want your daddy, Lila?" Alex hissed, his voice trying to mimic that deep, commanding tone. "You want him to stretch you open again?" "Yes! Oh god, yes, Daddy!" I moaned, my eyes slamming shut as he pushed inside me. I focused on the memory of the morning. I focused on the way the counter felt against my back. "Fuck me harder! Fill me up like you did this morning!" The rhythm was fast and raw. The metal bleachers creaked and groaned under our weight, the sound echoing in the empty field. Every thrust was a reminder of what I had at home. Every moan was for the man waiting for me in the kitchen. "Ahhh! Mmm! Just like that, Daddy!" I screamed, my hands clutching Alex’s shoulders, imagining they were broader, stronger. "Give it to me! Make me yours!" The plea

I was on my knees in my assigned fitting room, carefully pinning down all the hem of a long silk wedding gown for one of my regular female clients. When the door suddenly burst open. “Sophia!” My supervisor Rachel rushed in, looking stressed and worked up. Typical Rachel, always working so hard to the point even her face and body features could tell it all. “I actually need you to help me with something really important. The senior tailor just called in sick not long ago, and we’ve got a VIP client waiting upstairs in the personal fitting room. It’s Kai Lennox.” I sat back on my heels, frowning slightly. “I only do female clients, not male. That’s always been the rule. That's what we agreed on.” Rachel sighed and rubbed her temple. “I know, I know, I get it. But the request came directly via email and it’s actually non-negotiable at this point. And you're the only senior designer we have right now. It’s a massive privilege that his team even contacted our organization. Look, we sh