Lahat ng Kabanata ng Tales of Desire: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

[Candice POV]I lasted exactly four days after that morning with James before I completely broke. Every time he touched me gently, every time he told me how much he loved me, every time he made love to me like I was something precious, all I could feel was Collins’ rough hands, his thick cock stretching me, and his filthy words ringing in my ears. The guilt had become unbearable, but the craving was worse. I lay next to James at night pretending to sleep while my pussy throbbed, remembering how Collins had fucked me like he owned me. I could not keep doing this.On the fifth morning, I sat James down in the living room with tears already running down my face. I knew I was about to destroy the man who had never done anything but love me.“James, I need to talk to you. This is going to hurt, but I cannot lie to you anymore.”He looked at me with concern and took my hands gently, like he always did. “What is it, baby? You’re sca

I thought the constant use would slow down after my arrival in the grand entrance, but I was wrong. By midday I had already been fucked four more times and used my mouth twice, and the day was only just beginning. Cum from three different men was still leaking down my thighs as I tried to walk properly toward the dining hall for lunch, my legs shaky and my noble dress stained in places I could not hide. A tall lord with silver streaks in his hair stopped me in the corridor and simply lifted the front of my dress without saying a word. I instinctively spread my stance wider because I was already learning the rules. Good girl, Lady Sophia, he said while rubbing his thick cock against my messy pussy. I see the guards and servants have already welcomed you properly. Tell me how it feels to walk around the palace with multiple loads dripping from your noble cunt. It feels filthy and humiliating my lord, I answered breathlessly as he pushed inside me in one smooth thrust, but it also makes

(Alex's POV)The apartment door slammed shut behind me as I dragged the last heavy box inside, my t-shirt sticking to my back with sweat. It was barely past seven in the evening, but the small living room already felt cramped and suffocating. Mia had left a note on the fridge saying she would be back late from her shift at the café. I didn’t mind. I just wanted to unpack quietly and collapse into bed.I was kneeling on the floor, cutting open the box with my keys, when the front door opened again. I looked up and froze.A guy walked in like he owned the entire place. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with messy dark hair still damp from a shower. He wore nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips and had a towel slung over one shoulder. Water droplets traced lines down his defined chest and abs. He stopped when he saw me, one eyebrow slowly lifting.“You must be the new roommate,” he said, his voice deep and relaxed. He closed the door behind him and leaned against i

(Elena's POV)I never thought I’d be the kind of woman sitting alone at a bar in a little black dress after a divorce, but here I was — forty-six years old, freshly single, and sipping my third whiskey like it could erase twenty-three years of marriage.The bar was dimly lit, the kind of place where secrets felt safe. Smooth jazz played low while I swirled the amber liquid in my glass, trying to ignore the emptiness sitting heavy in my chest. The divorce had been final for eleven days. Tonight, I had finally stopped pretending I was fine.I lifted the glass to my lips when I felt it — that unmistakable sensation of being watched.I turned my head slightly and our eyes met.He was sitting a few stools away, staring at me openly. Young. Maybe twenty-five. Messy dark hair, sharp jawline, and tattoos covering both arms that disappeared under the sleeves of his black t-shirt. His eyes were intense, dark, and completely unafraid. When I caught him looking, he didn’t look away. Instead, he g

(Ryder’s POV)The days that followed that tense family dinner became a slow, agonizing kind of torture that consumed my every waking thought, because no matter how hard I tried to lose myself in my work at the tattoo shop, sketching new designs late into the night or pushing heavy weights at the gym until my muscles burned, my mind refused to let go of Elena. I kept replaying every second of that night we spent together — the way her body had arched beneath me, the soft broken sounds she made when I first pushed inside her, the desperate way her nails had dug into my back as she came around me. She was forty-six, my ex-girlfriend’s mother, and completely off-limits, yet the memory of her tight, wet heat and the way she had whispered my name like a secret prayer haunted me constantly, making everything else feel dull and meaningless.I found myself driving past their house more often than I should have, parking across the street in the shadows just to catch a glimpse of her silhouette