Alle Kapitel von Screwed Into Forever [Forbidden Collection]: Kapitel 201 – Kapitel 206

Chapter 4: No UnderwearMara stood in front of her closet longer than usual.She chose a charcoal dress that fell just below the knee, tailored enough to look professional, soft enough that every shift of fabric would remind her of the rule. No stockings. No slip. Nothing underneath except skin.She felt the air against her the moment she stepped outside. By the time she reached the office the awareness had settled low and constant, a quiet heat that had nothing to do with the weather.Damien was already in the glass conference room when she walked past. He glanced up. His eyes tracked the line of her dress for a fraction of a second too long before he looked back at his screen. She kept walking.At her desk she opened the app under the cover of a spreadsheet.*I’m here. No underwear.*The reply came almost immediately.*Good. How does it feel?**Like every time I cross my legs I’m performing for someone who isn’t in the room.**You’re performing for me. There’s a difference. Keep you

Chapter 5: FurtherThe messages started before she was fully awake.*Are you wet already or do I need to get you there?*Mara blinked at the screen, still tangled in the sheet, body remembering the night before in a low, persistent ache.*Already.**Prove it. Hand between your legs. Two fingers. Show me how easily they slide in.*She did. No resistance. Just heat and slickness. She pushed deeper than necessary and felt her cunt clench like it was trying to keep them.*Easy. I’m soaked.**Good. Leave them there while you read. Today you wear a skirt again. No underwear. And you don’t come until I say—not even when you’re alone. If you get close at any point, you stop and message me.**Understood.**One more thing. I want a photo. Nothing that shows your face. Just your hand between your thighs, fingers inside, skirt pushed up. Now.*Mara’s pulse jumped. She angled the phone, captured the exact image he asked for—her own fingers buried, knuckles shiny, the soft inner skin of her thighs

Chapter 7: YouThe restaurant was the kind of place that kept the lighting low and the tables far enough apart that conversations stayed private. Mara arrived eight minutes early, ordered water, and sat with her back to the wall the way she always did when she needed the illusion of control.She wore the black dress she had almost talked herself out of—simple, expensive, the neckline low enough to feel deliberate. No underwear, because the rule had never been lifted and some part of her hadn’t wanted it lifted. Her pulse sat high in her throat.At 8:03 the door opened.Damien Cross walked in.For one disorienting second her brain tried to file him under the wrong category—CEO, opponent, the man who made every meeting feel like a sparring match. Then the pieces locked together with a sick, electric clarity.The height. The way he moved. The controlled set of his shoulders. The same dark eyes that had watched her across conference tables and, she now realized, had also dismantled her in