Dirty Forbidden Confessions のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Lysander approaches the platform like he's entering a temple. Where the others radiated hunger and competition, this king carries reverence in every step. He's beautiful in a way that almost hurts to look at, with pale hair that falls past his shoulders and eyes the color of spring leaves.He kneels at my feet and presses a kiss to my ankle. "Tell me what you want. I'll give you anything.""I want your mouth." I'm still trembling from the first two, my body oversensitive and aching. "But gentle. Take your time.""Always." He kisses his way up my calf, my knee, the inside of my thigh. Each press of his lips feels like worship, like he's memorizing the taste of my skin. When he finally reaches my center, he doesn't dive in like the others. He just breathes against me, letting me feel the warmth of his exhale."You're so beautiful." His voice is soft, almost reverent. "I've imagined this since the moment you were chosen. Having you like this. Being allowed to worship you properly.""Then

My body has been through seven orgasms. Exhaustion would be the normal response. But heat pools low in my belly at Soren's words instead. I want more. I want all of them."One at a time?" I manage to ask.Kai laughs, the sound dark and promising. "One at a time would take all night.""Then how?"Caspian steps forward, the natural leader even now. "However you want. You remain in control. You can take us in any order, any combination. You can stop whenever you wish."I push myself up to sitting and look at each of them in turn. Orion with his playful grin. Soren with his burning intensity. Lysander radiating gentle devotion. Kai, all rough edges and challenge. Emeric, quiet and watchful. Theron, eyes soft with emotion. And Caspian, commanding even when he's offering me complete control.Seven kings. All of them hard, all of them waiting for my command."Orion." I crook my finger at him. "You were so confident earlier. Let's see if you can back it up."He's on the platform before I fini

Three weeks ago, I hired a man to break into my home and take me. I found the service through a friend of a friend, the kind of whispered recommendation you only get after admitting fantasies you've never told anyone. Professional, she said. Discrete. Safe. They vet their clients thoroughly on both sides, make you fill out forms about limits and boundaries, require a safeword and a code phrase to stop everything immediately. I signed the paperwork. Gave them my address, my work schedule, my usual routines. Told them my hard limits and my secret desires. Then I went home and waited. The anticipation has been torture. Every night I come home wondering if this is the night. Every creak of the floorboards makes my heart race. Every shadow in the hallway could be him. I've been sleeping in sexy lingerie for three weeks, just in case. My pussy has been wet more often than dry. Tonight feels different somehow. The air is charged, electric. Or maybe I'm just finally losing my mind from the

He flips me onto my stomach and pulls my hips up until I'm on my knees with my face in the pillows. The position is vulnerable, exposed, and exactly what I need. "Last round." His hands spread my ass, exposing me completely. "I'm going to make sure you remember this night for a long time." I feel him position himself at my entrance and push in slowly, the angle different, deeper somehow. I moan into the pillow as he fills me completely. "Tell me how it feels." He starts moving in long, deep strokes. "I want to hear your voice." "So good." My words are muffled by the pillow. "You feel so good inside me. I never want this to end." "It has to end eventually." He picks up the pace, his cock driving deep with each thrust. "But not yet. Not until I've taken everything from you." He fucks me with a rhythm that builds steadily, his hips slapping against my ass, his hands gripping my waist hard enough to leave marks. I'm making sounds I don't recognize, animal noises of pleasure that see

I try to stay awake.Coffee. Energy drinks. Cold showers. I do everything I can think of to keep myself from falling asleep, because I know what's waiting for me when I close my eyes. I know who's waiting.Three days I manage to hold out. Three days of exhaustion-fueled paranoia, jumping at shadows, unable to focus on anything but the memory of his hands on my body. By the fourth night, I can barely keep my eyes open.I collapse into bed without changing clothes and I'm asleep before my head hits the pillow.He's there immediately. Not across the room this time, but in the bed with me, his body curled around mine like he's been waiting."You can't run from me, Nora." His voice is smooth against my ear. "The bond is already forming. Each time you come for me, it grows stronger. Each time I feed, you become more mine.""I don't want this." Even as I say it, my body is responding to his touch, heat pooling between my thighs."You do want this." His hand slides down my stomach and into my