Todos os capítulos de Midnight Cravings: A Forbidden 18+ Erotic collection : Capítulo 511 - Capítulo 520

Damien didn’t let the silence linger. He took the empty glass from Elena’s fingers and set it aside, then caught her wrist in a firm grip. “Come with me.”She followed on unsteady legs as he led her across the penthouse to his massive oak desk overlooking the glittering city skyline. The surface was neat—only a sleek laptop and a single silver pen. He released her only to lift her effortlessly by the waist and perch her on the edge of the desk. Her dress rode up high on her thighs from the movement, and she instinctively tried to tug it down.“Don’t,” he commanded softly, stepping between her parted knees. “I want to look at you.”Elena’s breath came faster. Up close like this, Damien was overwhelming—tall, broad, radiating controlled power. His cologne wrapped around her, dark and expensive, mixing with the faint scent of whiskey on his breath.He reached into a drawer and pulled out a single sheet of paper, placing it on the desk beside her hip. It wasn’t the business contract.“Th

The next two weeks blurred into a dangerous haze of stolen moments and throbbing need. Damien controlled everything now. Elena’s phone pinged constantly with his commands—My office. Twenty minutes. Wear the red set. She obeyed every time, even when her mind screamed that this was spiraling out of control.Their first risky encounter happened mid-afternoon in his downtown headquarters. Elena slipped into his corner office while his assistant was at lunch. Damien didn’t waste a second. He locked the door, bent her over the leather couch facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, and hiked up her pencil skirt.“No noise,” he warned, yanking her new lace thong to the side. He thrust into her from behind in one smooth stroke, covering her mouth with his large hand as he fucked her hard and fast. The city sprawled beneath them while he pounded deep, whispering filthy praise against her ear. “Such a perfect little fucktoy. Taking my cock while the whole building works below us.” She came biting

Mia stared at the bright red “FINAL NOTICE” stamped across the paper, her stomach twisting into knots. Three days overdue. She’d already stretched her last paycheck thin between tuition, groceries, and her roommate’s half of the utilities. The cam sessions she secretly did were supposed to fix this, but views had been slow this month.She quickly typed out a pleading email to the landlord, begging for just one more week. Thirty minutes later, a sharp knock echoed through her small apartment. Mia smoothed down her oversized college hoodie and tiny sleep shorts before opening the door.It wasn’t Mr. Harlan, the old landlord.It was his son, Jaxon.He leaned against the doorframe like he owned the entire building—which, technically, his family did. At twenty-six, Jaxon was tall, broad-shouldered, and dangerously attractive in a messy, arrogant way. Dark tousled hair, sharp jawline with light stubble, and intricate tattoos peeking from the sleeves of his black t-shirt. His jeans hung low

Mia’s phone lit up at 7:45 PM with a single command: Unit 512. Ten minutes. Don’t wear anything under your coat.She stood in front of the door to the empty apartment next to last night’s unit, heart slamming against her ribs. The thin trench coat felt like nothing against her bare skin. No bra. No panties. Just heels and shame.The door opened before she could knock.Jaxon pulled her inside by the wrist and slammed the door shut, locking it with a click that sounded final. He was shirtless, tattoos swirling across his sculpted chest and abs, gray sweatpants hanging low. His eyes burned with raw hunger as he backed her against the wall.“Smart girl,” he murmured, tugging the belt of her coat open in one sharp yank. The fabric fell apart, exposing her completely. “Fuck, look at you. Already dripping down your thighs for your blackmailer.”His large hand cupped her pussy roughly, two fingers sliding through her slick folds. Mia gasped, hips jerking forward involuntarily. Jaxon chuckled

The building’s annual tenant appreciation party filled the rooftop terrace with string lights, laughter, and the clink of cheap wine glasses. Mia had tried to skip it, but Jaxon’s text had been clear: Wear the short black dress. No panties. Be there by 8 or I start sending clips.She stood near the railing in the tight dress that barely reached mid-thigh, smiling stiffly at neighbors while her thighs pressed together. Jaxon moved through the crowd like he owned it — because he did. Every time he passed behind her, his hand brushed her ass or slid up her inner thigh, teasing her bare pussy without anyone noticing.Halfway through the evening, while she was talking to Mrs. Ramirez about exam stress, Jaxon appeared beside her with two drinks. He handed her one, then pressed a small remote-controlled vibrator against her clit and held it there through the thin fabric as he smiled at the older woman.“Everything okay, Mia?” he asked innocently, turning the toy on low.The sudden buzz made