All Chapters of Twenty Shades Of Sin: Taboo Desires : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The arrangement had settled into something dangerously comfortable by the middle of the following week. I was staying late almost every night now, telling Mark it was because of the looming deadline. He accepted it without much question — another sign of how far apart we’d grown. Jax would text me a simple “On your floor” when he was nearby, and I’d feel that familiar flutter low in my belly. We still hadn’t crossed the full line again. It was all teasing — lingering conversations, his hand brushing mine when he handed me coffee, the way he’d stand just a little too close in the elevator. My body was constantly aware of him. I’d catch myself pressing my thighs together at my desk, remembering the feel of his fingers from that first night. The strange thing was how normal it had started to feel. A week ago, staying this late would've annoyed me. I'd have been counting the minutes until I could go home, listening to the building empty out one office at a time. Now, I barely noticed t

The final night felt inevitable.I sat in my car for nearly ten minutes, fingers wrapped around the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles ached. Every sensible part of me screamed to drive home, to call Jax and tell him it was over. I pictured Mark asleep on the couch, believing every lie I'd told him over the past month. The guilt settled heavily in my chest, but another feeling pushed against it—anticipation. The thought of seeing Jax one last time refused to let me leave. Eventually, I reached for my bag, stepped out into the cold night, and walked toward the building.I told Mark I had one last all-nighter before the big presentation. He barely reacted anymore. Jax had messaged me earlier: “Main lobby after midnight. Whole building quiet. One last time before things get back to normal.”I knew it was risky. The main lobby had security cameras, even if Jax said he could disable the feed for a while. But after weeks of this secret life, the danger had become part of the thrill.I ar

Chapter 2 – Crossing Invisible LinesThe second meeting was supposed to be about venue options.It ended up being about everything else.Sophia had called me that morning saying she was stuck in back-to-back meetings with her firm. “Just go without me, babe. You know what I like. Lena will handle it.”I almost told her no. Almost suggested we reschedule.Instead, I said okay.Lena’s office looked the same as last time — calm, organized, smelling faintly of coffee and fresh paper. She greeted me with the same professional smile, but there was a small flicker of surprise when she realized I was alone.“Sophia couldn’t make it?” she asked, gesturing for me to sit.“Work emergency. She trusts your judgment.”Lena nodded, though I caught the brief pause before she opened her notebook. “Alright. Let’s get started then.”We went through the shortlist of venues. She had photos, floor plans, and cost breakdowns ready. I tried to focus. Really tried. But after twenty minutes of discussing light

Chapter 4 – Living the LieThe weeks after that first night blurred into a dangerous new rhythm.I told myself I could manage it. Keep the two worlds separate. Be the reliable fiancé during the day and the man who came alive at night with Lena. But lies have a way of growing teeth.Sophia started noticing small changes almost immediately.“You’ve been coming home later than usual,” she said one evening while we ate takeout on the couch. Her fork paused halfway to her mouth as she studied me. “Everything okay with the project?”I swallowed the food that suddenly tasted like cardboard.“Yeah. Just tying up loose ends with Lena on the final details. You know how particular she is about timelines.”The lie came easily. Too easily.Sophia nodded, but her eyes lingered on me a second longer than usual. “You seem… different lately. More distracted. But also more… present? I don’t know how to explain it. Like you’re here, but your mind is somewhere else.”I forced a smile and kissed her fore

Chapter 1: The DecisionMy hands were shaking as I clicked the confirmation button.I, Claire Thompson, 29 years old, soon-to-be-divorced (or at least separated), had just signed up for a primal hunt weekend.The website had been clear: consenting adults only. Safe words. Masks. No real names. The forest location was remote, private land, with experienced staff monitoring everything. Still, my heart was hammering like I’d already started running.I closed my laptop and leaned back on the couch in my small apartment. The divorce papers from my husband, Daniel, were sitting on the coffee table, unsigned but waiting. Eight years of marriage had slowly unraveled into polite distance and quiet resentment. We hadn’t touched each other in months. Hadn’t really talked in longer.I needed something — anything — that made me feel alive again.The orientation was held two weeks later at a neutral meeting point outside the city. About twenty people showed up. Men and women of different ages, all