All Chapters of Dirty Forbidden Confessions: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

He lifts me off the desk and carries me out of the office, down a hallway toward what must be his bedroom. I wrap my arms around his neck, still trembling from what he just did to me."I can walk," I tell him, though my legs feel like jelly."I know you can." He kicks open a door to reveal a massive bedroom with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. "But I like carrying what's mine."He lays me down on dark satin sheets and stands at the edge of the bed, looking down at me with an expression that makes my stomach flip.I'm a mess. Flushed, sweaty, his cum leaking out of me. And he's staring like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen."Spread your legs." His voice is soft but unmistakably a command. "Let me see."I obey, letting my thighs fall open. He makes a sound low in his throat when he sees what he's done to me. My pussy swollen and slick, his cum dripping out."Gorgeous." He kneels on the bed between my legs. His fingers traced through the mess, pushing it back in

They dress me in white like I'm getting married instead of getting eaten. The elders braid flowers into my hair while my mother sobs and my father refuses to look at me because cowardice runs in his blood and always has. Every seven years the village sends a virgin into the forest at the base of the mountain, and every seven years that virgin doesn't come back. The wolf needs to be appeased, they say. Fed. Kept satisfied so he doesn't descend on the village and slaughter everyone in their beds. I drew the short straw three days ago, and I've already made peace with the dying part, so when they leave me at the tree line I walk forward without looking back. The forest is dark and cold and endless, and I wander through it for what feels like hours before the air changes. Something hot and animal floods my lungs, musk so thick I can taste it on my tongue, and my body does something I don't understand. Heat pools between my thighs. My nipples tighten against the thin fabric of my dress

I can feel him filling me up with so much cum that my belly is visibly swelling from it. Every pulse of his cock sends more flooding into places I didn't know existed, hot and thick and endless, and his clawed hand spreads across my stomach so he can feel it growing under his palm. I can actually see my belly expanding as he pumps more and more into me, and my brain has completely given up trying to understand how any of this is physically possible. "Full of me now." His tongue drags across the bite mark on my shoulder, tasting my blood. "So full of my cum. Look at your belly. Look at what I'm putting inside you." "I'm looking at it." My voice sounds like it belongs to someone else, someone who's been completely fucked out of their mind and doesn't care anymore. "I can see myself swelling up. I can feel you still cumming inside me. There's so much of it. I didn't know there could be this much." He turns my face toward him and drools into my open mouth. I swallow without being told

Morning light through the cabin windows. I woke up alone in the bed, my body still vibrating from the night before. Every nerve ending oversensitized. Every movement making me aware of how swollen and desperate I still was. I found them in the living room. Theo making breakfast at the stove, humming to himself. Smith reading by the fire like nothing had happened. Patrick drinking coffee and watching me walk in with those dark eyes that saw everything. "Sleep well?" Theo asked, grinning over his shoulder. "Fuck you." "Eventually." He flipped a pancake. "Eat first. You'll need your strength." I couldn't eat. Every time I shifted in my chair I felt how needy I still was, how the denial from last night had only made everything worse. Patrick watched me squirm with visible satisfaction, his coffee cup hiding a smile. After breakfast, Smith stood and walked toward me without a word. He pulled me up from the chair by my wrist and led me back to the bedroom. His grip was firm but

I wake up naked on a table in a room that doesn't look like anything on Earth, and before I can even sit up, the wall opens and he walks through.Eight feet tall with blue-black skin that shimmers like oil on water. Four arms, two at the normal position and two more below them, all corded with alien muscle. Eyes like liquid mercury that fix on me with an intensity that makes my stomach drop. Bioluminescent patterns pulse across his massive chest in slow hypnotic rhythms. And between his legs, two cocks already hard and dripping something silvery, each one thick as my forearm.He breathes in deep and the glow on his chest flares bright and his whole body shudders like he's in pain."Finally." His voice is deep and resonant, barely controlled. "Three centuries of searching and you wake up on my ship smelling like you were made to be bred."I try to scramble backward but my body won't cooperate. Heat is flooding through me, pooling between my thighs, and I'm soaking wet before he even to