All Chapters of The Forbidden Sisterhood: A Collection Of Forbidden Stories : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Victoria's eyes burned from staring at the monitor for eight hours straight.The quarterly reports weren't going to audit themselves, and James Reid didn't employ people who missed deadlines. She'd been his executive assistant for almost a year, and the one thing she'd learned was that excellence was the bare minimum expectation.The office tower was silent at 10:15 PM. Everyone else had left hours ago—the executive level was hers alone. Just her, the hum of the climate control, and the glow of thirty different spreadsheets demanding her attention.She was highlighting inconsistencies in the Henderson file when her phone buzzed.A message from James's private line: My office. Now.Her stomach flipped.She'd learned to read his patterns. Messages this late meant one of two things: either something was catastrophically wrong, or he was in the zone...that hyper-focused state where he worked through the night refining strategy and hunting for details everyone else missed.She saved her wo

"This is where you'll be when I fuck you," he said, running his massive cock along her entrance. "Right here on my desk. Exactly where you work during the day.""Oh god...""Tell me you want it, Victoria. Tell me you want my cock inside you.""I want it," she gasped. "Please. I want you inside me.""Say my name.""James. Please, James."He pushed into her slowly, giving her body time to adjust to his size. It was a stretch, almost too much, but she wanted it. Wanted all of him."Breathe," he instructed as he sank deeper. "Relax for me."She forced herself to breathe, to let her body open for him. Inch by inch, he pushed inside until he was fully seated.The feeling was overwhelming. Complete. Like nothing she'd ever experienced."You okay?" he asked, his voice strained."Yes. Oh god, yes. Move."He pulled almost all the way out and slid back in slowly. She gasped at the sensation."We're going to go slow at first," he said. "Let you get used to my size. Then I'm going to fuck you hard

The day had been absolutely brutal.Maya stepped into the elevator on the 47th floor of the Meridian Tower, her heels clicking against the polished floor. It was 10:47 PM on a Friday, and she was one of the last people left in the building. Her presentation to the board had run three hours over, and all she wanted was to get home, pour a glass of wine, and collapse into bed.She pressed the lobby button and leaned against the mirrored wall, closing her eyes.The elevator descended smoothly, passing floor after floor. She didn't notice the man who slipped in at the 35th floor until she heard him move.She opened her eyes.He was tall, easily six foot two...with dark hair and an expensive suit that probably cost more than her monthly rent. His tie was loosened, his sleeves rolled up. He looked like he'd had just as brutal a day as she had.He nodded politely and pressed the lobby button again, even though it was already lit."Already going down," she said, a slight smile on her lips."R

The private entrance to Club Obsidian was unmarked, hidden behind a nondescript black door in the warehouse district of downtown.Sienna checked her phone: 11:47 PM. Three minutes early.She'd been preparing for this night for months. The application process alone had been rigorous, background checks, financial verification, interviews with the club's owners to ensure she understood what she was getting into.She was a 28-year-old tech CEO worth north of $50 million. She'd built her company from nothing, negotiated with Fortune 500 companies, and closed deals that made industry titans nervous.But tonight, she wanted to give up control.Tonight, she wanted to be desired. Claimed. Bid on like the most coveted prize in the room.A woman in a tailored black suit appeared at the door. "Sienna?""Yes.""Welcome to the Auction. Follow me."The interior of Club Obsidian was nothing like she'd expected. It was sophisticated, all dark wood, soft lighting, and carefully curated art on the walls

The venture capital office occupied the entire 42nd floor of the downtown high-rise, all glass walls and minimalist design that screamed "we have more money than taste."Ivy checked her reflection in her phone camera one last time before entering. Her navy blazer was perfectly tailored, her hair sleek, her makeup professional but not overdone. She looked exactly like what she was: a brilliant startup founder about to pitch for the funding that would make or break her company.She was also terrified.And aroused. Which was fucking inconvenient.The receptionist smiled politely. "Mr. Marcus Reid will see you in five minutes."Ivy nodded and sat in the waiting area, mentally reviewing her pitch for the hundredth time. Her company, an AI-powered healthcare diagnostic platform, was revolutionary. She had the patents, the prototypes, the initial traction with three major hospital networks interested in implementation.She had everything except the $20 million Series A funding that would sca