All Chapters of Taste of Pleasure: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Michael moved closer to the couch again, his presence undeniable and magnetic. His knees nudged mine apart, opening me up just wide enough that a cool draft of air kissed the damp heat between my legs. It was a sensation that shot straight through me, making my thighs tremble. His hand came up, large and warm, to cup my jaw, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. His fingers were so rough, just a little bit calloused from who knows what, and they sent shivers down my spine. I felt a sudden, desperate need for more, a hunger that went beyond simple curiosity. "Are you sure about this, Emma?" he asked, his voice dropping to a rough, gravelly rumble that seemed to vibrate right through me. He was asking because he knew once we started, I didn't think any of them would be gentle with me. I felt my breath hitch in my throat. I had spent years convincing myself, repressing these wants, pretending I was fine with just friends. But I was here, in this moment, with the two men I had wante

The silence in the room was heavy, broken only by the soft, rhythmic drumming of the rain against the windowpane, now reduced to a gentle lullaby. For a few minutes, as the adrenaline of the moment began to fade, I thought they had finally succumbed to exhaustion. I shifted slightly, testing the mattress for comfort, and turned my head slowly to glance at Michael. The candlelight flickered across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the softness of his lashes as he slept. He looked so peaceful, innocent even, in the way only someone who trusts implicitly can look. Then, I shifted my gaze to his side of the bed, where Divine was lying. His eyes were open. He was watching me, a slow, knowing smile playing on his lips. I froze for a second, then turned to meet Michael’s gaze. He was watching me too, his dark eyes reflecting the fire that still burned within him. I shifted again, turning my face toward Michael, and he didn't hesitate. His lips found mine, the kiss

The command he stripped was an order, and his voice was rough and demanding, and it was getting under my skin. But I forced myself to ignore the irritation. I had a job to do, and the job was to bring in money for my brother’s hospital bills. “Stand up.” I moved immediately, my knees slightly shaky. I wasn’t exactly a runway model, but I was hoping he saw something worth the ten grand. He walked toward me, his presence overwhelming. He gripped my chin, forcing me to look up into his eyes. The blue depths were intense, scrutinizing, and for a second, I saw something other than just a buyer in there. “There it is,” he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips. “That fire I saw earlier. I like that.” His thumb grazed my bottom lip, tracing the outline before pressing firmly against it. I kept my mouth shut, clenching my teeth, refusing to make it easy for him. “So you want to have that orgasm of yours taken away from you? You want to be fucked by a real man?” His voice dropped an

Rose's POV It has been five months into our marriage with Ryan now but I have spent more nights in this big house alone than I ever had in my tiny apartment. Except I wasn’t completely alone. Daniel was here.“Ryan’s son.” Tall. Sharp jaw. Dark eyes that seemed to see too much. Twenty-three years old. We didn’t talk much, at least not about anything personal but every so often I’d catch him looking at me like he was trying to read my thoughts.And lately, my thoughts have been far from innocent.I lay on my bed, sprawled across the rumpled sheets, my hair falling into my face. The laptop screen glowed faintly at the end of my bed, playing some porn video. I was lost in my head, chasing the memory of Ryan’s hands grabbing my boobs, and his mouth on my nipples deep in sucking, while I was loving what he was doing to me. As he found his way into my wet pussy.“fuck, it has been so long. I feel a cock inside me. I need to feel one.”“I have begged Ryan to stop with the business trip

"It was twelve," I said aloud, checking the glowing red digits on the clock face. "So, let's turn in." "Okay, Auntie, I will get going to my room now." "What do you mean, your room? You're spending the night in my room. You're sleeping in my bed." I didn't miss a beat, my voice firm but low, a purr that seemed to settle between us. Auntie, are you sure about this? "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" I turned, catching him mid-stride. "Before I knew it, I drew him against me, my chest pressing flat against his." I felt the hard wall of his pectorals and the rapid thumping of his heart against my breasts. "Are you sure? Because I'm not." "I felt an immediate surge of response, a heat that pooled instantly in my lower belly. Oh, God, I'm so evil," I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them. Daniel didn't answer with words. He just pressed his lips to mine, his tongue demanding entry, parting my lips with a ferocity that stole my breath. I grabbed his tongue,