Todos os capítulos de Forbidden Desires: A collection of sinful hot stories: Capítulo 321 - Capítulo 330

SENIOR EDUCATIONChapter 1
I ARRIVE AT THE RIVAL CAMP AND GET KISSED BY THE ENEMYThe bus doors hiss open and the smell of pine and wet earth hits me in the face.I step down with my duffel bag, blinking at the spread of wooden cabins and the long gravel path that cuts between two clusters of buildings. Hand-painted signs mark the split: North Dorm on the left, South Dorm on the right. Banners hang from the porch rails like battle flags. Someone has already strung up a hand-lettered poster that reads “SOUTH EATS NORTH FOR BREAKFAST.”I am twenty-one and brand new and I do not understand the war I have just walked into.A tall woman in a navy staff polo waits at the bottom of the steps with a clipboard. She looks me over once, brisk and unimpressed.“Claire Harlow. North Dorm. Cabin Three. Orientation in the main lodge at four. Don’t wander into South territory unless you want trouble.”I nod, clutch the strap of my bag, and start walking.The cabins are rustic. Bunk beds. Shared bathr

Chapter 3
I SCISSOR WITH THE ENEMY AND GET CAUGHT BY MY OWN SUPERVISORI do not sleep properly.Every time I close my eyes I feel Serena’s fingers again—thick, knowing, slick with me. I wake up wet and angry at myself. By morning my body is already restless, like it is waiting for her.I tell myself I will not go.I go anyway.The note appears under my breakfast tray like it has every right to be there. No name. Just a time and a place: east trail storage, 2:15. alone.My pulse kicks hard enough to make my hands unsteady.The east trail storage is smaller than the equipment shed and farther from the main cabins. By the time I push the door open, Serena is already inside. She has pulled an old gym mat across the floor. The single high window throws a square of light across it.She looks up when I enter. No smile this time. Just that same assessing stare.“Lock it.”I lock it.The second the latch catches she is on me. Mouth hard on mine, hands already under my shirt, pushing my sports

USED BY MY THERAPISTChapter 1
I LET MY THERAPIST GIVE ME MY FIRST DIRTY ASSIGNMENTThe waiting room smells like lemon cleaner and old magazines.I sit with my hands folded in my lap like a good patient. Freshly divorced. Thirty-four. The kind of woman who spent ten years making someone else’s coffee exactly right and still got left for a girl who posts thirst traps. My ex called me “comfortable.” Like a pair of slippers.Dr. Harlan’s door opens.“Elena. Come in.”His voice is calm. Controlled. The kind of voice that doesn’t need to raise itself. I stand, smooth my skirt, and walk into the office. Soft lighting. Leather chair. No couch. He gestures to the seat across from his desk and closes the door behind me with a quiet click.I sit.He doesn’t speak right away. He just looks at me. Not in a clinical way. In a way that makes the back of my neck warm.“How are you adjusting?” he asks finally.I give the polished answer. Fine. Busy. Focusing on myself. The words taste like paper.He

Chapter 3
I GET BLINDFOLDED ON HIS DESK AND FIND OUT WE’RE NOT ALONEI wear the dress.No bra. No panties. The remote toy is still inside me from last night because he never gave permission to take it out. Every step across the parking lot makes it shift. By the time I reach his building I am already slick and throbbing and half-convinced I will leave a mark on the chair in the waiting room.There is no one else waiting.His door is unlocked, exactly as promised.I push it open.Dr. Harlan is standing behind his desk in shirtsleeves, collar open, watching me like he has been counting the seconds. The blinds are drawn. The only light comes from the lamp in the corner. It makes the leather of his chair look darker.“Close it,” he says. “Leave it unlocked.”My fingers hesitate on the handle. Then I obey.He points to the center of the room.“Dress off. Fold it. On the chair.”I pull the dress over my head. Cool air hits my bare breasts and the wet place between my legs. I fold the fabric

STEPDADDY’S LITTLE PLAYTHINGChapter 1: I COME HOME AND REALIZE MY BIGGEST CLIENT IS MY NEW STEPDADThe text from Mom lands while I’m still wiping cum off my stomach in a downtown hotel room.Surprise, baby. I got married last weekend. His name is Damian. You’re going to love him. Come home this weekend so you can meet your new stepfather properly.I stare at the screen until the client in the bathroom finishes washing up. He pays extra to come inside me. Most of them do. I pocket the cash, pull my glasses back on, and force a polite smile when he kisses my cheek on the way out.I drive home the next evening with a duffel bag of normal clothes and the masked persona locked away where it belongs. No one at college knows that the quiet girl with thick frames and a scholarship also works midnight shifts as “Vesper”—black lace mask, no names, no faces, just whatever the highest bidder wants.The house looks the same. Mom’s flower beds. The porch light. I park, grab my bag, and walk in wit