บททั้งหมดของ Midnight Cravings: A Forbidden collection : บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 220

I smoothed down my short black dress for the third time as I stood on the porch of the Harrington family home. Tyler had begged me to come to this family dinner — “just one night, babe, my parents want to see you.” Six months of dating and the spark was already fading. Tyler was fun in public, cocky with his friends, but in bed he was selfish, quick, and never made me cum. Still, I showed up like the good girlfriend I was supposed to be.The door opened before I could knock.Not Tyler.Ethan.Tyler’s older brother. Thirty-one, tall, broad-shouldered, and built like he spent every morning in the gym. Dark hair, sharp jaw, and those intense grey-blue eyes that always seemed to see too much. He wore a fitted black button-down with the sleeves rolled up, exposing thick, veined forearms. A successful businessman who rarely smiled — at least not at family gatherings.“Ava,” he said, voice deep and smooth. His gaze dragged slowly down my body, lingering on the way the dress hugged my full

The rest of the day was pure torture wrapped in guilt.Tyler texted me sweet apologies for falling asleep early and promised to make it up to me tonight. I stared at his messages feeling sick — because every time I shifted in my seat, I could still feel Ethan’s dried cum on my ass and the way my pussy throbbed from his teasing.I tried to focus on classes, but my mind kept replaying Ethan’s deep voice growling how Tyler’s dick was “pathetic” compared to his. How big brother was going to ruin me.By evening, I was a nervous, dripping mess.Tyler had gone out with his friends for “guys’ night” — some gaming tournament that would keep him busy until at least midnight. I was alone in my small dorm room when my phone buzzed with an unknown number.Unknown: Come outside in 15 minutes. Black SUV parked two blocks down from your dorm, on the quiet side street. Don’t make big brother wait, princess.My heart slammed against my ribs. I knew it was Ethan. He must have gotten my number from Tyler

Tyler left early Friday morning for a guys’ weekend gaming tournament two hours away. He kissed me quickly at my dorm, promising to text and saying he’d miss me. I smiled and waved goodbye, but the second his car disappeared, my phone buzzed.Ethan: Tyler’s gone. Come to the house. Now. Pack enough clothes for the weekend. Big brother wants uninterrupted time to ruin that tight little pussy.My stomach flipped with guilt and raw excitement. This was crossing a dangerous line — staying at my boyfriend’s family home while he was away, letting his older brother fuck me senseless. But my body was already aching for him. I packed a small bag with a few outfits and the sexiest lingerie I owned and drove over.Ethan was waiting at the front door when I arrived. He didn’t speak. The moment I stepped inside, he slammed the door shut, grabbed me by the throat with controlled pressure, and crushed his mouth to mine in a hungry, claiming kiss.“Been waiting for this all fucking week,” he growl

I barely slept.All night I tossed and turned in my tiny studio apartment, my body still buzzing from the stranger’s thick fingers stretching me on the bar counter. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt his hot breath on my neck, heard his deep voice growling filthy promises about ruining me, and remembered how soaked I’d been for a man whose name I still didn’t know.By morning, I was a mess — aching, wet, and guilty as hell.What the fuck was I thinking? Letting a complete stranger finger me at work after closing? I was twenty years old, working my ass off to pay for college, and I’d almost let some dangerous older man fuck me right there on the bar.Yet my pussy kept clenching at the memory.I dragged myself out of bed around 10 AM, threw on an oversized t-shirt and tiny sleep shorts, and tried to distract myself with coffee and studying. It wasn’t working. My nipples were still sensitive, and every time I shifted on the couch, I felt the ghost of his touch between my thighs.My pho

I called in sick to my Saturday shift with a shaky voice and a weak excuse about food poisoning. My boss bought it. Or maybe she didn’t care. All I knew was that when Damian texted me the hotel address and suite number at noon, I was already soaked just from reading the message.Damian: The Peninsula. Presidential Suite. 7 PM sharp. Wear nothing underneath the dress. I want easy access to what’s mine all weekend.I spent the afternoon in a haze of nerves and arousal. I chose a simple but elegant black wrap dress that hugged my curves and ended mid-thigh. No bra. No panties. Just like he ordered.When I arrived at the luxurious hotel, the doorman didn’t even blink as I headed straight for the private elevator to the top floor. The moment the doors opened on the penthouse level, Damian was waiting.He looked devastating in a black button-down with the sleeves rolled up and tailored trousers. The second I stepped out, he pulled me inside the suite, kicked the door shut, and slammed his