Semua Bab Forbidden Fantasies: A Steamy Erotica Collection: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Chapter 81.Owned and RuinedThe End. Nate’s POVThe room smelled of cum and sweat. Chrissy was still spread out on the bed. She looked wrecked. Loads from the strangers and my father covered her body. She breathed fast. Her legs stayed open. Cum leaked from her pussy and ass onto the sheets.My father wiped his cock on her thigh before turning to smirk at me. “She belongs to the family now, son. You started this. I finished it.”An amount of inexplicable rage burned in me. I hated him. I hated everything he did. But my dick stayed hard. It throbbed with angry need.I grabbed Chrissy by the hair. I pulled her head up. “You want more?” I said. “Then take it, you disgusting whore.”I slapped her face hard. The sound was loud. Her cheek turned red. She gasped. Her eyes still looked hungry. I slapped her again, harder. Then I shoved my cock deep into her throat. I fucked her face with hate. I slammed in and out. My balls hit her chin. Spit and cum flew.“Take it,” I said. “This is what y

Chapter 83.Lila Moreau’ POVI arrived at the hospital after normal hours. The corridors were quiet. Only a few lights stayed on.My heart already beat faster than normal. I wore a simple black dress. Nothing special. But I felt nervous like it was a real date.A nurse showed me to Mr. Franklin’s private suite. She left quickly. The door closed with a soft click. The room looked different from the busy ER. Soft lights. A big leather exam table. A desk with papers. Monitors on one wall. It felt private. Too private.Mr. Franklin stood by the window. He still wore his white coat. His tie looked neat. He turned when I walked in. Those dark eyes looked at me from head to toe.“Miss Moreau. Thank you for coming on time,” he said. His voice stayed calm and low. “Please sit on the table. We will start with a full check.”I climbed onto the leather surface. The material felt cool under my thighs. I kept my dress on for now. My hands shook a little in my lap.He washed his hands at the sink.

Chapter 85.Lila Moreau’ POVMr. Franklin sent me a message the next morning. He said my last tests showed some irregular spots that needed clearer pictures. He was referring me to Dr. Marcus Hale in radiology for a special scan. Private appointment. After hours again.I felt nervous when I walked into the radiology department that evening. The waiting area was empty. Only soft lights on. A nurse took me to a dim room with a big machine and an exam table. She left me alone.Dr. Marcus Hale came in a few minutes later. He looked younger than Mr. Franklin. Maybe early forties. Smug smile. Short brown hair. White coat open over a blue shirt. He carried a tablet.“Miss Moreau,” he said. His voice had a teasing edge. “Barth sent you over. He told me your heart likes extra attention. Lie on the table. We will do an ultrasound to see everything clearly.”I climbed onto the table. The paper sheet crinkled under me. Dr. Hale dimmed the lights more. He pulled the ultrasound machine closer. Bott

Chapter 87.The Anesthesia Consultation. Lila Moreau’ POVMr. Franklin sent me another message after the second scan. He said my heart still showed bits of stress spikes. He wanted to conduct a special test to see how I handled calm. Dr. Soren Vale in anesthesia would do it. Private session. After hours.I felt a new kind of nervousness when I walked into the small procedure room. The lights were low. A padded table waited in the middle with soft straps. Dr. Soren Vale stood by the machine. He looked intense. Dark hair. Sharp eyes. White coat. With a calm voice that made you want to listen.“Miss Moreau,” he said. “Mr. Franklin told me you need help relaxing. Your heart fights too much. Today we test light sedation. It will help you let go. Take off all your clothes and lie on the table.”I undressed completely. Naked under the bright overhead light. My skin felt cold. I climbed onto the table. The padding felt soft. Dr. Vale helped me lie back. He gently strapped my wrists to the s

Chapter 89.The Senior Second Opinion. Lila Moreau’ POVThe hospital sent me a new message the next day. It said my case needed a senior second opinion.I was used to this white lie now. Dr. Lucian Voss would see me. He was older and stricter than the others. Private room. After hours.I felt nervous when I walked in. The room was cold and bright. Dr. Lucian Voss stood by the desk. Tall; about 6”3. Gray hair. Cold eyes. White coat buttoned all the way up. He looked at me like I was a new problem to fix.“Miss Moreau,” he said. His voice sounded sharp. “Mr. Franklin and the others have been too soft with you. Your heart still acts up. Today, we do a proper exam. Take off all your clothes. Stand in front of the table. Legs apart.”I undressed quickly. Naked in the bright light. I stood with my feet wide. My hands stayed at my sides, clenched as I was anticipating what was to come.Dr. Voss put on gloves. He walked around me slowly. “Hands behind your head. Chest out. Let me see every