All Chapters of Midnight Cravings: A Forbidden collection : Chapter 471 - Chapter 480

The morning after the full ownership night, Lila woke up sore in the best possible way. Her body ached from being fucked in every room of the house — the kitchen counter, the shower, the family couch, and especially her parents’ bed where Ryder had pumped her full of cum while growling about breeding her. She could still feel the sticky remnants of him between her thighs.But instead of shame, a dark thrill ran through her.She was addicted.Ryder had left early for a gym session, but the house wasn’t empty. Ethan was back, banging around in the kitchen making coffee. Their parents would return by evening.Lila slipped on a tiny crop top and micro shorts with no panties underneath. Her nipples were visible through the thin fabric. She knew she was playing with fire.She found Ryder in the basement gym when he returned, shirtless and sweaty, lifting weights. The moment he saw her, his eyes darkened with hunger.“Look at you,” he smirked, setting the dumbbells down. “Coming to me inste

The mansion was eerily quiet as Damien marched Rori inside through the private entrance. Her legs were still shaky from the intense throat-fucking she had just endured in the garage. His cum still coated the back of her tongue, and she could feel the sticky remnants on her chin and chest where it had spilled.She barely had time to catch her breath before Damien scooped her up like she weighed nothing, throwing her over his broad shoulder.“Damien! Put me down!” she protested, even as heat flooded her core. Her tiny silver dress rode up, exposing her bare ass to the cool night air.He delivered a sharp smack to her ass that echoed through the grand hallway. “Shut that pretty mouth, princess. You lost the right to give orders the moment you spread your legs for strangers at that club.”Rori’s face burned with humiliation and arousal. This was the same man who had stood silently in corners for four years, watching her every move. Now he was carrying her through her own home like a conq

The Grand Ballroom of the city’s most exclusive hotel glittered with crystal chandeliers, designer gowns, and the city’s elite. It was the annual Vanderbilt Charity Gala — her father’s biggest event of the year. Rori wore a stunning emerald green gown that hugged every curve, with a high slit up one thigh and a plunging neckline that left little to the imagination.Damien stood behind her like a shadow in a perfectly tailored black suit, earpiece in place, looking every bit the lethal professional. No one would guess that less than twenty-four hours ago he had bent her over in the pantry and fucked her raw while the staff worked just outside the door. Or that she had woken up this morning still leaking his cum from their first brutal night together.Rori sipped champagne, smiling politely at her father’s business associates, when she felt a large, warm hand brush the slit of her dress under the table.She nearly choked.Damien stood right behind her chair, one hand resting casually

Rori Vanderbilt was no longer the spoiled, untouchable heiress who teased her bodyguard for four years. She was addicted. Two days after her parents returned from Europe, the ache between her legs hadn’t faded. Every time she moved, she remembered Damien stretching her pussy in her bedroom, filling her ass in the shower, breeding her on the kitchen counter during that wild ownership weekend. His cum had long been washed away, but the memory of how full and owned she felt refused to leave.She needed him again.That afternoon, while her father was in his home office on an important video call, Rori found Damien in the security room reviewing footage. She locked the door behind her, wearing only a tiny tennis skirt and a cropped tank top with no bra.Damien raised an eyebrow. “You’re playing a dangerous game, princess.”“I don’t care,” she whispered, walking straight to him and dropping to her knees between his spread legs. “I need you, Sir. I’ve been dripping all day thinking abou

The underground bunker felt smaller with every passing hour. Bella paced the living area like a caged lioness, her black dress now wrinkled from the earlier struggle on Dante’s lap. She could still feel the ghost of his thick thigh between her legs, the way he had rubbed her soaked pussy through her panties until she was trembling — only to deny her at the last second.Dante lounged on the couch, legs spread, watching her with those predatory dark eyes. A glass of whiskey dangled from his fingers.“Keep pacing like that and I might think you’re trying to tempt me, Rossi,” he drawled, voice low and mocking. “That desperate little grind on my thigh earlier wasn’t enough for you?”Bella stopped and spun on him, fury blazing. “Fuck you, Moretti. You think locking me down here gives you the right to touch me? I’d rather die than let you anywhere near me again.”Dante’s eyes darkened dangerously. He set the glass down slowly and rose to his full height. The air grew thick with tension.“Yo