Semua Bab Midnight Cravings: A Forbidden collection : Bab 291 - Bab 300

The town car ride back to the penthouse was silent torture. My emerald dress was still bunched around my waist, thighs sticky with my own arousal, pussy throbbing from the denied release at the gala. Kai sat beside me like a statue, but the air between us felt electric — charged with everything unsaid.The moment we stepped inside the penthouse, the door barely clicked shut before I turned on him.“Enough,” I snapped, voice shaking with a mix of anger and desperate need. “Who the fuck are you really?”Kai removed his earpiece and tuxedo jacket slowly, muscles flexing under the crisp white shirt. His steel-gray eyes locked onto mine, dark and unreadable. “Your bodyguard. That’s what your father hired me for.”“Bullshit.” I stepped closer, heart pounding. The high slit in my dress flashed my bare thigh with every movement. “That voice. Those commands. ‘Good girl.’ ‘Spread your legs.’ ‘Sir.’ You think I’m stupid? You sound exactly like Shadow Dom. The man I’ve been sending photos to for

The charity auction after-party spilled out onto the crowded downtown streets, cameras flashing and luxury cars lining the valet area. My body still hummed from the way Kai had claimed me against the penthouse windows the day before — my pussy tender, thighs occasionally sticky with the memory of his cum. I wore a short, backless silver dress that clung to my curves like liquid metal, the hem barely reaching mid-thigh. No panties again. Kai’s silent order from earlier that evening.He stayed glued to my side in a fresh black suit, earpiece in place, looking every inch the professional bodyguard while his steel-gray eyes promised sin the moment we were alone.We climbed into the back of the armored town car. The privacy screen was up, but the driver was right there — separated by only thin tinted glass and a closed partition. Paparazzi lingered on the sidewalk, lenses pointed toward the exiting guests. The car pulled slowly into traffic, caught in the post-event crawl.The moment th

The safe house alarm blared at dawn. The stalker had found us — a shadowy figure cutting through the woods with a silenced gun. Kai moved like lightning, shoving me behind the reinforced bed frame before storming outside with his own weapon drawn. Gunshots cracked through the morning air. My heart stopped until the silence returned and Kai reappeared, blood on his knuckles but otherwise unharmed.“It’s over,” he said, voice rough as he locked the door and pulled me into his arms. “Team’s cleaning up the mess. Your father will hear the threat is neutralized by noon. No more hiding.”Relief crashed through me, but it was quickly swallowed by something hotter, darker. The adrenaline, the fear, the days of stolen touches — everything ignited at once.Kai’s eyes burned with the same fire. “No more contracts. No more pretending. Tonight, I’m claiming every fucking inch of you, princess. No holding back.”He didn’t wait for an answer. His mouth crashed against mine in a bruising kiss as he

The next morning I stood outside Exam Room 3 wearing nothing but the thin white robe the institute provided. My nipples were already pebbled against the fabric, and a persistent ache had settled between my thighs since yesterday’s intake. I told myself it was just nerves. The money. Nothing more.Dr. Voss entered exactly at 9 AM, lab coat crisp, tablet in hand. His hazel eyes flicked over me once, professional and unreadable.“Robe off, Miss Harper. On the exam chair. Feet in the stirrups.”My hands shook as I let the robe drop to the floor. Naked again under those bright lights, I climbed onto the padded chair. The moment my feet settled into the cold metal stirrups, my legs were spread wide, knees bent and locked in place. My heavy breasts settled against my ribs, and my pussy was completely exposed — soft folds already glistening with unwanted arousal.Dr. Voss wheeled the monitoring cart closer. Small adhesive sensors went on my inner thighs, just below my breasts, and directly

The gel from yesterday still left my skin hypersensitive. Every brush of fabric against my nipples or the seam of my panties against my clit made me clench with remembered denial. When I entered Exam Room 3, the air felt thicker, the lights brighter, the stirruped chair waiting like a throne of torment.Dr. Voss stood by the tray, reviewing notes on his tablet. His lab coat was buttoned neatly, but the tension in his shoulders betrayed something darker beneath the professional facade.“Robe off and into position, Miss Harper,” he said without looking up. “Today we move to internal depth mapping and comparative response analysis — artificial stimulation versus natural penetration. Full restraints again.”I stripped quickly, my full breasts swaying as I climbed onto the chair. The moment my ankles locked into the stirrups and my wrists were secured, my pussy was shamelessly displayed, already slick and swollen from anticipation.He attached the sensors, including a new one that pressed