All Chapters of TABOO:BATION — 50 SHADES OF FORBIDDEN SHORTS: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

I walked into the kitchen, my stomach growling. All I wanted was a piece of toast with the last bit of strawberry jam. But when I reached for the jar, another hand grabbed it at the exact same time. It was Freya. My stepsister."Get your hands off it, Connor," she snapped, pulling the jar toward her chest. "I saw it first.""No way," I said, tugging it back. "You always take the last of everything in this house. Leave it alone."We wrestled over that stupid glass bottle for two whole minutes, our fingers twisting around the lid. Freya gave a sharp yank, tore it from my grip, and laughed in my face. "Too bad, loser," she mocked, turning on her heel and running up the stairs with the prize."Yeah, go choke on it!" I yelled after her, completely annoyed.I sent into the living room, threw myself onto the couch, and turned on my gaming console. I grabbed the controller, trying to forget about how much she irritated me. Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. I was right in the middle of a diffi

Dinner that evening was completely silent. The only sound in the dining room was the scraping of forks against ceramic plates. Our parents sat at the head of the table, making small talk about their day, completely oblivious to the thick, heavy tension stretching between Freya and me.I couldn't focus on my food. Every time I looked down at my plate, all I could taste was her sweet honey flavor. Every time I moved my legs under the table, my thighs reminded me of how tight and hot she had felt around my cock just hours before. She was full of trouble, a complete nightmare to live with, but her pussy was the sweetest thing I had ever touched. I wanted more. The memory of her screaming my name under the bed frame was a constant throb in my groin. I needed to feel that wet heat again, and the waiting was driving me crazy.Freya sat right across from me. She kept her eyes glued to her plate, her cheeks still slightly flushed. She didn't look at me once, but I could see the nervous flutter

Freya I sat at my desk, staring blankly at the blackboard. The teacher’s voice was just background noise. I couldn't focus on a single word. My mind was completely stuck on what had happened last night in the kitchen. And yesterday afternoon under my bed. Every time I shifted in my plastic chair, my thighs rubbed together. It reminded me of the heavy, stretching fullness of Connor’s cock. My skin felt overly sensitive, and my core was still throbbing with a dull, aching heat. I hated him. He was the most annoying, arrogant human being on the planet. We fought over everything, even a stupid jar of jam. But my body didn't care about that. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard his rough voice in my ear. I felt the boiling heat of him filling me up against the open freezer door. I was soaking wet right now, right in the middle of history class, and it was entirely his fault. Beeep. My phone vibrated in my lap. I looked down, hiding it under my desk. It was a text from my boyfriend, Mar

I stood there, leaning heavily against the wooden desk, my thighs shaking from the intensity of the climax he had just forced out of me. My skin was hot, and my breath came in short, ragged gasps. But Connor wasn’t done. Not even close. I could feel the rigid length of his cock pressing aggressively against my thigh, hot and demanding through his jersey pants.He unzipped his pants in one quick, sharp motion, letting his heavy shaft spring free. It throbbed in the dim light of the drama room. Before I could say a word, he grabbed my hips and turned me back around, forcing my stomach flat against the hard surface of the desk."Connor, wait—" I started to protest, but the words were cut short.He held the base of his shaft, lined himself up with my dripping opening, and drove himself inside me with one deep, powerful thrust."Augh! Oh god! Connor!" I screamed, my fingers clawing at the dust on the desk. "Mmm-nnn-gh... it's too big... you're stretching me... ahhh! Ohhh... fuck, Connor...

Marcus closed the door quietly and lowered his voice. “Sir, we have to be careful. Lena Voss is definitely a spy. She’s been sending confidential files to Jones Logistics…our rival…for the past three weeks. We traced the encrypted emails this morning.” I leaned back in my chair, my fingers tapping lightly on the armrest, and my facial features calm like it wasn't a problem at all. “I know.” Marcus looked surprised but continued, “I know you don’t want to hear it again, but she’s dangerous. We should remove her immediately, before she does anything that could bring down the company.” “No,” I said firmly. “I need you to keep watching her. Don’t do anything yet. I want to see exactly how far she’ll go.” Marcus hesitated, then nodded and left. I know he wondered why I would make such a decision but I had to. I needed to play along in whatever game she's playing. A few minutes later, the door swung open again. Lena Voss walked in carrying a stack of paperwork. Her black pencil skirt