Alle Kapitel von Screwed Into Forever [Forbidden Collection]: Kapitel 241 – Kapitel 250

The bathroom light was too bright after the dim of the room. Elena rinsed between her legs with warm water, watching the evidence of him swirl down the drain. Her wrists still carried faint pink lines from the robe belt. She pressed her thumbs over them once, testing the tenderness, then shut the water off.When she stepped back into the bedroom he was waiting by the wide window. He had opened the sheer curtains all the way. City lights stretched out beyond the glass—other windows, distant traffic, the dark shape of the river. Anyone looking hard enough from the right angle might see silhouettes. The thought sent a low current through her.He had found the two long scarves that came with the complimentary robes. Deep charcoal, soft but strong. They hung from one hand.“Come here.”She walked to him naked. The dress had been left somewhere on the floor. Cool air from the vent brushed her skin. He turned her to face the glass and stepped in close behind her. His chest was warm against h

He fucked her into the mattress like he meant to leave a permanent impression of himself inside her.Every thrust drove her forward an inch; the hand on the back of her neck kept her pinned. Sheets bunched under her cheek. The wet, heavy sound of him burying himself to the hilt filled the room—skin on skin, the soft slap of his hips against her ass. She was so slick that each stroke made an obscene, filthy noise. He didn’t slow down for it.Elena’s fingers clawed at the sheets. The stretch was deep and relentless. He had angled himself so the head of his cock dragged hard over the swollen place inside her on every pass. Pressure built fast and mean. She tried to push back to meet him and he simply pressed harder on her neck, holding her still.“Take it,” he said, voice low and rough against her ear. “Just take it.”She came with a broken, muffled sound into the sheets, walls clamping down hard around him. He groaned at the feel of it but didn’t stop. He fucked her straight through the

The room smelled like sex and skin and the faint chemical edge of hotel soap.Elena lay on her stomach, cheek against the damp sheet, body heavy and open. Every muscle felt used. Her ass still pulsed with the memory of him; a slow trickle of cum and lube slid down the inside of one thigh. She didn’t move to clean it up. The digital clock glowed 2:31 in the dark.He was quiet beside her for a long time. Just breathing. Then the mattress shifted as he sat up. She heard him walk to the bathroom, water running, the soft sounds of him cleaning himself. When he came back he had a warm washcloth. He wiped between her legs with the same careful efficiency he used for everything else—thorough, impersonal, almost clinical. The heat of the cloth against her sore entrance made her flinch, then settle.He tossed the cloth aside and stretched out on his back next to her. One arm behind his head. The city light from the open curtains painted long bars across his chest and stomach.“You’re still awak

The bathroom filled with steam almost as soon as he turned the water on.Elena stepped under the spray first. Hot water hit her shoulders and ran down her back in sheets, rinsing away dried sweat and the sticky evidence of everything they had done. The heat sank into sore muscles. She closed her eyes and let it. Behind her she heard him step in. The glass door clicked shut. Then his body was right there—solid, warm, pressing lightly against her back.He didn’t speak. He reached around her, took the small bottle of hotel body wash, and poured some into his palm. The clean, neutral scent of it mixed with the steam. His hands started at her shoulders, working the soap over her skin in firm, thorough strokes. Down her arms. Across her collarbones. Over her breasts, lingering just long enough for his thumbs to drag across her nipples before continuing lower.It wasn’t gentle. It was efficient. Possessive. He soaped every inch of her like he was cataloguing what he had already used. When hi

The house was quiet in the way it only got after midnight. Their parents were out of town for the weekend—some anniversary trip they’d been talking about for months—and the silence pressed against the walls like it was waiting for something to break it.Maya stood in the upstairs hallway with a glass of water she hadn’t drunk. The bathroom light was still on behind her. She’d taken a shower, stood under the water longer than necessary, and come out in nothing but an old oversized T-shirt that used to belong to him. It hit mid-thigh. She hadn’t planned it that way. She just hadn’t wanted to dig through her own drawer for something that felt less like a decision.The door to his room was open a few inches. Light spilled across the carpet in a thin line. She could hear the low sound of whatever show he had on, volume turned down so it was mostly a murmur.She should have gone straight to her room. That was the rule they’d never said out loud but both understood: keep moving, don’t linger