All Chapters of Forbidden Desires: A collection of sinful hot stories: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Chapter 2
I Couldn’t Stop Cheating On My Husband With His Best FriendThe tension had been building for weeks, and I was slowly losing my mind.Ryan kept sending me to Scott. At first it was small things — dropping off packages, bringing documents, picking up tools. But every single time I was around Scott, the air felt thicker. Heavier. More dangerous.Today, Ryan sent me to Scott’s house again.“Babe, can you take these contracts to Scott? I’m stuck at the office until late.”I wore a thin sundress with no bra. I told myself it was because of the heat. But deep down, I knew the truth — I wanted Scott to look at me. I wanted him to lose control.When Scott opened the door, he was fresh out of the shower, wearing only grey sweatpants. Water droplets clung to his tattooed chest and abs. His eyes darkened the moment they landed on me.“Come in,” he said, voice rough.The second the door closed, the tension snapped.Scott grabbed me by the waist and pushed me against the wall. His mouth

Chapter 1
My Job As Her Personal Assistant Started Getting Way Too IntimateI never imagined that being a personal assistant to one of the hottest actresses in the world would slowly destroy my sanity.Aria Voss is 26 — only two years older than me — and she is breathtaking. Long silky dark hair, sharp green eyes, full lips, and a body that looks like it was sculpted for sin. Every magazine wants her on their cover. Every man wants her in their bed. And for the past three months, I’ve been the one who gets to see her behind closed doors.At first, the job felt like a dream.But dreams have a way of turning filthy.It started with small things. Harmless things.“ Lila, darling, help me with this zipper,” Aria would say after a long day on set, standing in her private trailer wearing nothing but a silk robe that barely covered her. I’d step close, my fingers brushing the warm skin of her back as I slowly unzipped her. The dress would slide down her body like liquid, revealing her perfec

Chapter 3
My Boss And Her Boyfriend Turned Me Into Their Shared FucktoyJax’s eyes rake over my naked, trembling body like a predator who just found fresh meat.I’m still on the bed, legs spread, pussy glistening from Aria’s fingers and my own orgasms. My heart hammers wildly as he strips off his shirt, revealing a heavily muscled, tattooed chest. His pants drop next, and his cock springs free — thick, long, veined, and already leaking precum.“Fuck, she’s even prettier in person,” he growls, stroking himself slowly.Aria smiles wickedly from beside me, her fingers still lazily circling my swollen clit. “She’s been such a good girl for me. Extremely responsive. Watch this.”She pushes three fingers back inside my soaked cunt and starts fucking me slowly, curling them against my G-spot. I moan loudly, hips rolling against her hand despite the shame burning in my cheeks.Jax watches with dark hunger. “She’s dripping everywhere. You really trained her well, baby.”Aria kisses my neck, bi

Chapter 2: MY ARROGANT SUPERVISOR IS SPANKING AND COLLARING ME IN MY OWN OFFICEMy back hits the cool surface of my executive desk as Marcus pushes me down, his thick finger still buried knuckle-deep in my dripping pussy. The city lights glitter through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, a reminder that anyone working late on the lower floors could potentially look up and see their ice-queen boss getting fingered by her new subordinate.This is career suicide. This is insane. I should scream for security.Instead, my hips roll shamelessly against his hand, chasing the stretch.“Fuck, Victoria,” Marcus groans, voice rough like gravel wrapped in velvet. His dark eyes lock onto mine with an intensity that makes my stomach flip. “You’re soaked. Look at you — the woman who makes executives cry in meetings, spreading her legs for me like a needy little slut.”“Shut up,” I hiss, but there’s no real heat in it. My voice cracks as he curls his finger perfectly against that spongy spot in

Chapter 1: THE POWERFUL MAN WHO OWNS THE HOUSE JUST CLAIMED ME AS HISI move carefully through the opulent dining room, balancing the heavy silver tray loaded with steaming dishes. My plain black maid uniform clings modestly to my body — high neckline, knee-length skirt, white apron tied neatly around my waist. At twenty-two, I’m still untouched in every way that matters. A few innocent kisses with my high school boyfriend years ago are the extent of my experience. No boy has ever touched my breasts. No fingers have ever slipped between my thighs. I’m the good girl. The virgin maid working her way through college.But ever since I started working at the Langford estate three weeks ago, I’ve felt… watched.Mr. Victor Langford sits at the head of the long mahogany table like a king on his throne. Fifty years old, devastatingly handsome with silver threading through his dark hair, sharp jaw, and broad shoulders that fill out his tailored shirts perfectly. He’s the patriarch. The billiona