Semua Bab Midnight Love: Bab 231 - Bab 240

The home gym in my family’s mansion was state-of-the-art — mirrored walls, top-of-the-line equipment, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the pool. But I hated it.At 20 years old, I was supposed to be enjoying life, not sweating under some strict trainer my father hired because he thought I was “getting too soft.”The trainer arrived at exactly 7:00 AM.Jax.He was 37, ex-military, tall and ripped with broad shoulders, thick arms, and a no-nonsense stare that made my stomach flip the second he walked in. Dark hair, sharp jaw, and a body built like he could pin me down without breaking a sweat. He wore a tight black compression shirt and gym shorts that did nothing to hide his powerful thighs.“Miss Kira,” he said, voice deep and commanding. “Your father wants results. I don’t tolerate excuses or lateness. We start now.”I showed up ten minutes late on purpose, wearing tiny black workout shorts that barely covered my ass and a cropped sports bra that pushed my full breasts up. My

The next two days were pure torture.Every morning session with Jax left me a sweaty, aching mess. He pushed me harder than ever — making me do extra reps as “punishment” for being a brat, then edging me mercilessly with his fingers or tongue until I was begging. But he never fucked me. He always stopped right before I got what I really craved, leaving me dripping and desperate.By Thursday night, I couldn’t take it anymore.At 10:45 PM, after the house was quiet and my parents were asleep, I sent him a text.Kira: Extra training session. Gym. Now. I can’t sleep.His reply came almost instantly.Jax: Be there in 5 minutes. Wear the tiny shorts again. And nothing underneath.My heart raced as I changed into the same micro-shorts from the first session and a thin cropped tank top with no bra. The house was dark as I snuck downstairs to the home gym.The lights were already dimmed when I arrived.Jax was waiting.He stood in the center of the room wearing only black gym shorts, his musc

I spent the entire next day in a haze of aching need.Every time I sat down, walked, or even breathed, I remembered Damien’s thick fingers stretching me on the massage table, the way his voice had dropped when he sucked my juices off his fingers, and his dark promise that next time he wouldn’t stop at just fingers.By the time 7 PM arrived, I was restless, wet, and deliberately bratty.I showed up to the second session in the tiniest black workout shorts I owned — the ones that barely covered my ass cheeks — and a thin white cropped tank top with no bra. My nipples were already hard against the fabric.Damien was waiting in the massage room, the lights dimmed low, warm oil already prepared. He wore the same fitted black shirt with sleeves rolled up, revealing those powerful forearms.The moment I walked in, his grey eyes darkened.“You’re testing me already,” he said, voice low and controlled. “Those shorts are not appropriate for a deep tissue session.”I gave him my sweetest bratty

The house was finally quiet.Mom and Dad had gone to bed early, and the hallway lights were off. I’d waited until I was sure they were asleep before sneaking into the upstairs bathroom with my favorite toy — a thick, pink vibrating dildo with a suction cup base.I was stressed. College exams, family tension, and months of sexual frustration had built up until I couldn’t take it anymore. I locked the bathroom door, turned on the shower for white noise, and stripped completely naked.I sat on the edge of the wide marble countertop, spread my legs in front of the big mirror, and pressed the toy against my already wet pussy. The low buzz started as I slowly pushed it inside me.A soft moan escaped my lips.It felt so good — thick, filling, vibrating right against my G-spot. I closed my eyes and started moving it in and out, my free hand rubbing my clit in fast circles.“Fuck…” I whispered, hips rocking as the pleasure built quickly.I was so lost in it that I didn’t hear the footsteps in

The rest of the day was pure torture.Every time I walked past Ethan in the house, I felt his eyes on me — dark, hungry, and full of unspoken promises. During family dinner, he sat across from me, acting perfectly normal while his foot occasionally brushed mine under the table. Every casual touch sent sparks straight between my legs.Mom and Dad had no idea.They chatted about work and weekend plans, completely oblivious that their son had fingered their daughter in the kitchen that morning and was now staring at her like he wanted to devour her.By 11:30 PM, when our parents finally went to bed, I was a nervous, dripping wreck.I tried to stay in my room, but my phone buzzed with a text from Ethan.**Ethan:** Bathroom. 10 minutes. Leave the door unlocked. Don’t make me come get you, little sis.My heart slammed against my ribs. I knew I should ignore it. I should lock my door and pretend none of this was happening.Instead, I waited until the house was completely quiet, then slipped