All Chapters of Dirty Forbidden Confessions: Chapter 241 - Chapter 247

The luxurious private cabin at the back of the first-class section was something I never knew existed.It was surprisingly small but incredibly luxurious, with a proper comfortable bed, soft romantic lighting, and complete soundproofing according to a grinning Landon, who seemed extremely pleased and deeply amused with my completely shocked expression."This is insane," I said for what felt like the hundredth time that night."How is this even remotely legal?" "When you personally own the entire plane and the airline that operates it, a whole lot of things suddenly become perfectly legal." He closed and locked the door behind us."Now then, where were we?" He advanced on me slowly with predatory intent, and I found myself backing up until my knees hit the soft edge of the bed and I tumbled backward onto the soft mattress.He followed me down immediately, covering my body completely with his, kissing me with the same burning intensity as before."I was absolutely nowhere near done with

She had me change behind a folding screen into the things I'd brought, the lingerie I'd bought online at midnight and almost returned twice.My hands shook on the clasps.When I stepped out from behind the screen in deep blue lace, every old instinct screamed at me to cover up, to cross my arms over my stomach, to apologize for the parts of me that didn't match a magazine.Margot looked up from where she was adjusting a lamp, and whatever was on her face stopped all of that cold."Oh," she said, soft and low, like the breath had been knocked out of her."Tessa. Look at you."Heat rushed up my neck."You don't have to""I'm not saying anything I don't mean. I never do."She set the lamp down and came toward me slowly, her eyes moving over me with open, unhurried appreciation, and it was so different from my ex's flick-and-away glance that my eyes prickled."May I move you where I want you? I'll tell you everything before I touch you. You can stop me anytime, for any reason or no reason

The advertisement in the arts magazine caught my attention because it was so utterly strange and unlike anything else I had ever seen."Seeking models for living doll artistry project. Must be comfortable with elaborate makeup, wigs, and costume work.Full day sessions paid generously.Contact Ezra at the following number." I had been modeling for three years, mostly catalog work and the occasional runway show.But work had been slow lately, and my rent was due in two weeks.Living doll artistry sounded weird, but the pay quoted was more than I usually made in a month. So I called the number.Ezra's voice on the phone was deep and carefully measured.He explained that he was a photographer and artist who specialized in transforming models into hyper-realistic dolls through makeup, styling, and careful posing.His impressive work had been exhibited in galleries around the world and collected by museums of contemporary art."I.m currently looking for someone with very specific features,