Todos los capítulos de OFF LIMITS: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE POV: Damon The projected video lit up the old cabin wall like a cruel spotlight, every explicit second of their first night playing out in sharp, damning detail. Zara’s soft gasps as Damon’s tongue worked between her thighs. Her broken whimpers of “Damon… please” while his fingers curled inside her. The way she’d begged him not to stop, legs wrapped around his head, then later riding him with desperate, rolling hips. Every thrust, every “I love you” whispered in the dark while the snow fell outside. It was all there. Raw. Unfiltered. Destroying what little was left. Marcus charged forward with a roar that split the night. “You fucking animal!” His fist connected with Damon’s jaw before he could fully brace, the impact snapping his head back. Pain exploded, but Damon stayed on his feet, shoving Zara behind him protectively. Blood filled his mouth. He spat it out, eyes locked on his former best friend. “Marcus, stop!” Zara cried, grabbing her brother’s arm. Tears s

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE POV: Damon Police sirens wailed across the lake like judgment itself, blue and red lights slicing through the trees and dancing on the water. Damon gripped Zara’s hand so tight their fingers ached, pulling her deeper into the shadows of the woods while Marcus shouted after them and Sarah’s laugh echoed like breaking glass. His jaw throbbed from Marcus’s punch, blood still metallic on his tongue, but none of it mattered next to the feel of Zara beside him—warm, breathing hard, still leaking his cum down her thighs from the frantic fuck against the tree. “Keep moving,” he growled, voice low and rough. Branches snagged at their clothes. “They’re not taking you from me. Not tonight. Not ever.” Zara stumbled, catching herself against his chest. Her eyes were wide, shining with tears and that fierce, vulnerable fire that had hooked him years ago. “Damon, the police… Sarah sent everything. My confession. The videos. Marcus heard me say it all out loud. I chose you. On

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE POV: Damon Dawn crept through the thin curtains of the old family cabin like a thief, stealing the last scraps of peace they had. Damon lay awake with Zara curled against his chest, her bare leg thrown over his, skin still sticky from how many times he’d taken her through the night. He could feel his own cum dried on her inner thighs, a filthy reminder of every desperate thrust, every whispered “I love you” mixed with sobs. Her breathing was uneven even in sleep, like her dreams were chasing her too. He brushed damp hair from her forehead, chest tight with everything they’d broken. Marcus’s face last night. Ryan walking away. Sarah’s smirk. Ray’s ultimatum. The obsession that started in a snowstorm had swallowed them whole, and he still couldn’t let her go. Wouldn’t. Zara stirred, eyes fluttering open, raw and vulnerable in the gray light. “Damon… it’s morning. The file. Marcus. Mum’s videos.” Her voice cracked, hand sliding down his stomach until her fingers wr

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN POV: Zara The wind howled across the old bridge like it wanted to shove them all into the ravine below. Zara stood frozen between the two men she loved in completely different, shattering ways—her father’s hollow eyes on one side, Damon’s warm, possessive hand gripping hers on the other. The ultimatum hung in the cold air: choose him or us. One minute on the clock. Her mother’s edited voice still echoed in her head, twisted and painful. “Dad,” she whispered, voice cracking like thin ice. “You really did this? Used Mum’s last days to punish me? For falling in love with the wrong person?” Her father’s face stayed tired, unyielding. “Love? This isn’t love, Zara. This is destruction. Marcus told me everything. The motel. The woods. The way you let Damon fuck you while your boyfriend drove through a blizzard to reach you. Your mother deserved better from you. Choose. Come home. Fix this family. Or watch every private moment with her go public. Every tear. Every weak

CHAPTER TWENTY NINE POV: Damon The front door of the childhood home burst open before Clara could finish her ultimatum. Marcus stormed in first, followed by their father, then a handful of aunts and uncles whose faces Damon barely registered through the red haze in his vision. Zara stood frozen between him and Clara, her hand still reaching toward that damn USB drive like it held her mother’s soul. His cum was still warm inside her from the frantic fuck in the truck minutes ago, and here they were, about to lose everything in the same house where this forbidden pull had simmered for years. “Zara, what the fuck is this?” Marcus’s voice boomed, raw and exhausted. He looked like he hadn’t slept since the bridge, eyes bloodshot, fists clenched at his sides. “Dad called us all here. Said you were making the choice. Tell me you’re not actually considering leaving him for this twisted family reunion bullshit.” Zara’s breath hitched. She turned toward her brother, tears already spilling fr