All Chapters of Dirty Forbidden Confessions: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

He positions me against the arm of the couch, my back propped against a pillow, my legs spread with him kneeling between them. He's still fully clothed and so am I, and he makes no move to change that."First thing most men get wrong," he says, his voice shifting into something almost clinical, "is they rush. They go straight for the obvious places because they're impatient. They don't understand that a woman's body needs to be woken up slowly."He reaches out and traces his thumb across my bottom lip. The touch is light but it sends a shiver down my spine."Your lips." He drags his thumb back and forth, watching my face. "Packed with nerve endings. Most men kiss too hard, too fast. They don't realize that touching them like this..." He presses slightly. "Can make you wet before they even get your clothes off."My breath is already getting shallow.His fingers move to my jaw, tracing the line of it, then up to my ear. He traces the outer edge, then the lobe, then the sensitive skin ri

I kneel in the center of his throne room, wearing nothing but a thin white shift that does little to hide my body.The villagers left me here an hour ago. The annual tribute. A virgin sacrifice to keep the vampire lord from descending on our town. Most girls are dragged here screaming. I walked in willingly.I've been dreaming of him for months. Dark dreams. Hungry dreams. I wake up with bite marks on my thighs that fade by morning, with the taste of blood on my tongue, with an ache between my legs that nothing satisfies. He's been visiting me. Preparing me. And tonight, I finally get to meet him in the flesh.The candles flicker. The temperature drops. And he's there.He doesn't walk in. He simply appears on the throne, one moment empty, the next occupied by the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. Pale skin like marble, dark hair falling past his shoulders, features so perfect they hurt to look at. His eyes are red, glowing faintly in the darkness, fixed on me with an intensity t

He carries me to a bed I hadn't noticed before, hidden in the shadows behind the throne. Black satin sheets. Black brocade canopy. A bed fit for a vampire's bride.He lays me down gently, almost tenderly, and positions himself over me. His cock is still hard, still cold, pressing against my entrance again."This is the last time you'll feel warmth." His hand cups my face. "The last time your heart will beat. I'm going to fuck you while I drain you. You'll die on my cock. And then you'll wake up eternal.""I understand." I pull him down to me. "Do it."He pushes inside me slowly this time, savoring every inch, and I moan at the fullness. Through the bond I feel his hunger, not just for blood but for me specifically. He's wanted this for centuries. A bride who comes willingly. Who wants the darkness as much as he does. Who isn't just a victim but a partner."You're perfect." He starts to move, long slow strokes that make me feel every ridge of him. "I've waited three hundred years for s

Sebastian grabbed Camilla roughly by the hair and pulled her to the edge of the bed."You heard my wife," he said, positioning her on her hands and knees so she faced directly toward me in the armchair. "She wants a show. Let's give her one she'll never forget."He thrust back into Camilla without any warning, and she cried out loudly at the sudden invasion. He was rougher now than before, putting on a performance for me, making absolutely sure I saw every single inch of his thick cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy."Is this what you wanted to see, Vivienne?" he asked, his dark eyes locked on mine while he fucked his mistress. "Your husband using another woman right in front of you?""Yes." I pulled my soaked panties aside and slid two fingers deep inside my dripping pussy, moaning loudly at the sensation. "Don't hold back at all. Fuck her like you mean it."He didn't hold back. He pounded into Camilla with punishing, brutal force, one hand fisting her long dark hair, the o

The adult theater is exactly as seedy as I expected.Neon signs flicker outside, advertising live shows and private booths. The parking lot is half-full of anonymous sedans, men coming and going with their collars up and their eyes down. The guy behind the counter barely looks up when I pay for admission. Twenty bucks for a private room in the back. No questions asked. No judgment in his eyes.I've been thinking about this for months. Ever since my friend Alicia told me about the place, drunk at happy hour, laughing about how she'd sucked off three strangers through a hole in the wall and never saw a single face. I thought she was joking at first. Then I saw the look in her eyes. She wasn't joking. She was giving me ideas.The hallway is dim, lined with numbered doors. Some have red lights above them, indicating occupancy. Others are dark. I find booth seven and step inside, my heart hammering against my ribs. It's small, maybe five feet by five, with a vinyl bench against one wall an