Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dangerous Love: Sin, Lust, and Scandal : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

I never planned for it to happen like this.My best friend Sarah invited me to her family’s lakeside cabin for the weekend. Her dad Ryan and her older brother Tyler were already there when we pulled up. The moment I saw them, something felt different. Ryan is in his late forties, tall and rugged with salt-and-pepper hair, a strong jaw, and big, calloused hands from years of construction work. His deep, gravelly voice always made my stomach tighten and my thighs press together. Tyler is twenty-six, built like an athlete—broad shoulders, defined abs, messy brown hair, and intense green eyes that seemed to see right through me. I’d always sneaked glances at him, wondering what it would feel like if he touched me.Sarah had to leave suddenly on Saturday morning. Her mom called about a family emergency back home. She hugged me quick and promised she’d be back by evening, but the sky turned dark and the rain started pouring hard. The dirt road quickly turned into thick mud. It was clear she

The lecture hall was empty except for the faint echo of Mia’s heels on the polished wood floor. It was well past 9 PM, the campus outside dark and quiet under a light drizzle.She should have gone back to her dorm. Instead, she stood in front of Professor Crowe’s massive oak desk, clutching her latest essay like a shield.Professor Elias Crowe didn’t look up immediately. He was marking papers under the warm glow of a green banker’s lamp, his black-rimmed glasses perched on his straight nose. The sleeves of his crisp white shirt were rolled up, revealing corded forearms dusted with dark hair. His jaw was shadowed with stubble, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone, showing a hint of toned chest.“You’re late, Miss Lennox,” he said without lifting his eyes. His voice was deep, cultured, and carried that slight British lilt that made half the female students weak.“I know. I’m sorry, Professor.” Mia tried to sound confident, but her voice came out breathier than she intended.

Joyce’s hands were still trembling as she finished tidying the last of the party mess in the penthouse. The city lights twinkled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but her mind was elsewhere—specifically on the ache in her ass and the warm, sticky reminder of Alexander’s cum still leaking down her inner thighs.She had showered quickly, but she hadn’t dared put on more than a short silk robe that barely reached the tops of her thighs. Alexander had made it very clear: midnight in his bedroom. No excuses.At exactly 11:59 PM, Joyce stood outside the heavy double doors of the master suite, heart hammering. She knocked softly.“Come in.”His voice was deep, calm, and commanding. She pushed the door open.Alexander Voss waited for her in the center of the room, still in his black dress pants but with his white shirt unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up, exposing powerful forearms. The massive king-sized bed behind him was turned down, soft lighting casting shadows over his sharp features.

Mary’s breath came in short gasps as she stood in the empty university pool house locker room well after midnight. The rest of the swim team had left hours ago, but Coach Luke had told her to stay behind for “extra training.”At 21, Mary was the star of the women’s swim team — lean, toned body, long legs, and a competitive fire that often got her in trouble. Tonight, she had talked back during practice, ignored his instructions on form, and rolled her eyes when he corrected her.Now she waited in nothing but her tight black one-piece swimsuit, water still dripping from her skin, heart racing.The door opened. Coach Luke Harrington stepped in — 42 years old, tall and powerfully built, with broad shoulders, short dark hair, and intense blue eyes that made her stomach tighten. He locked the door behind him.“You’ve been pushing my buttons all week, Mary,” he said, voice low and commanding as he walked toward her. “Disrespecting me in front of the team. Ignoring drills. Acting like you’re

The first week in Viktor Kane’s penthouse felt like a dark, luxurious dream.Aliyah was not allowed to leave. The doors were locked. Her phone was taken. She had everything she could want — beautiful clothes, expensive food, a marble bathroom bigger than her old apartment — but she belonged to him completely.Every night, the training began.On the third night, Viktor found her in the living room wearing the silk robe he had left for her. He didn’t say a word. He simply took her hand and led her to the master bedroom.“Take it off.”Aliyah let the robe fall to the floor. Viktor sat on the edge of the huge bed and pulled her over his lap. Her bare ass rested across his thighs.“You’ve been a good girl today,” he said, stroking her smooth skin. “But I still need to train you.”His hand came down hard.The first spank made her gasp. The second made her moan. By the tenth, her ass was burning red and she was dripping wet between her thighs. Viktor slid two thick fingers into her pussy whi