Semua Bab Dripping Wet: A Collection of Forbidden Desires: Bab 71 - Bab 80

The black Rolls Royce purred through the massive wrought-iron gates of Sterling Estate the following morning. Evelyn Rose pressed her forehead against the cool tinted window, her heart thudding heavily in her chest. The mansion stretched before her like a fortress of modern luxury — sweeping glass walls, dark stone, manicured gardens that seemed to go on forever, and a sense of absolute isolation from the outside world. This wasn’t a home. It was a gilded prison.Two uniformed staff members opened the car door with practiced politeness. Evelyn stepped out, clutching her small, worn suitcase like a shield. She wore a simple white blouse and jeans, feeling painfully plain against the opulence surrounding her. Marcus Sterling waited at the top of the wide marble staircase, dressed in a black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing powerful forearms. His steel-gray eyes tracked her every movement with predatory focus.“Welcome to your new home, Evelyn,” he said, his deep

The first rays of morning light crept through the heavy velvet curtains of the master bedroom, painting the room in soft gold. Evelyn stirred slowly, her body deliciously sore from the raw, possessive passion of their wedding night. Every muscle reminded her of how Marcus had claimed her — deep, relentless, and utterly dominating. She reached out across the vast bed, seeking the warmth of her husband, but her fingers met only cool silk sheets.Marcus was already gone.A single note lay on the nightstand in his bold, commanding handwriting:*Important meetings at the office all day. Do not wait up. Staff will handle all your requirements. – M*No greeting. No tenderness. No acknowledgment of the way he had worshipped and ruined her body just hours earlier. Evelyn sat up, clutching the sheet to her bare chest, and felt a sharp pang in her heart. The man who had been so intensely possessive and passionate last night had vanished, replaced once again by the cold, calculating billionaire

The days following their intimate night had settled into a strange rhythm. Marcus was still often distant during the day, consumed by his empire, but at night he sought Evelyn with a hunger that felt increasingly real. Yet Evelyn couldn’t shake the feeling that she was living on borrowed time — a one-year contract hanging over her head like a sword.That afternoon, Evelyn decided to visit her grandmother again. The hospital had called saying Elena was having a particularly good day. Marcus was in back-to-back meetings, so she took one of the cars with a driver and security.The accident happened on the way back.A speeding truck ran a red light at an intersection. The driver swerved desperately, but the impact was unavoidable. The car spun violently, glass shattering as metal crunched. Evelyn’s head slammed against the window. Pain exploded through her body, but she remained conscious, dazed and terrified.Sirens wailed in the distance. Everything felt blurry.Marcus received the ca

Professor Kane stood at the front of the grand lecture hall, his deep, commanding voice rolling over the rows of students like velvet-wrapped steel. At thirty-eight, he was the youngest tenured professor in the university’s prestigious Literature department—and undeniably the most magnetic. Tall and broad-shouldered, with a sharp jawline shadowed by a hint of stubble, dark tousled hair, and piercing hazel eyes that seemed to pierce straight through every façade, he exuded an aura of raw authority. His tailored shirts stretched across his chest just enough to hint at the powerful body beneath, and the low timbre of his voice made even the driest analysis of Victorian poetry sound dangerously intimate.The topic today was Lolita, and the air in the room was thick with tension. Students shifted in their seats, some blushing, others scribbling furiously. Kane’s lectures were never ordinary; they were performances that left everyone unsettled.“Miss Bennett,” he said suddenly, his gaze s

The sharp knock on the door shattered the heavy, sex-filled air in Professor Kane’s office. “Professor Kane? Open the door. This is urgent.”Lila’s eyes widened in sheer terror. Her body was still trembling from the intense orgasm, Professor Kane’s thick cum leaking steadily down her inner thighs, soaking the edge of her skirt. Her neck burned with fresh hickeys, her lips were swollen from his brutal kisses, and her pussy throbbed with the memory of being stretched and filled so completely. She looked at him, panicked.Kane’s strong jaw clenched, but his piercing hazel eyes remained steady and in control. He quickly buttoned his shirt, ran a hand through his tousled dark hair, and wiped the desk surface with a tissue. In a low, commanding whisper, he said, “Behind the bookshelf. Now. Not a sound, baby.”Lila nodded frantically and slipped into the corner, heart pounding so loudly she feared it would give her away. Kane took a deep breath, composed his face into that familiar mask o