Todos os capítulos de Forbidden Desires: A collection of sinful hot stories: Capítulo 361 - Capítulo 370

**Chapter 4: I BECOME A PERMANENT PART OF THE SQUAD’S SECRET AND GET USED AGAIN BEFORE WE EVEN REACH THE HOTEL**The rest of the ride is quiet in the way only a shared secret can be.Girls doze against each other. Soft laughter drifts from the front. Someone passes around a bottle of water and a pack of makeup wipes. I sit in my damp seat with the driver’s cum still slowly leaking out of me, thighs sticky, the taste of Madison still faint on my tongue. Ava’s fingers stay laced with mine for a long time. No one speaks about what just happened. They do not need to. The rules were already clear.By the time the bus pulls into the hotel parking lot it is nearly two in the morning. The building is low and quiet, the kind of place universities book for cheer competitions when they want everyone in one place. We unload bags in near silence. My legs still feel unreliable. Every step reminds me how thoroughly I was used on that dark access road.Madison waits until the others start filing insi

Chapter 2: I GO TO THE MASTER CABIN AT MIDNIGHT AND LET MY BEST FRIEND’S UNCLE HANDCUFF AND FUCK ME AGAINThe hours between dinner and midnight stretch like a threat.I sit through a movie in the main lounge with Chloe and two of her cousins, glasses on, cardigan still buttoned, laughing at the right places while my pulse throbs between my legs. Every time someone mentions Victor—how generous he is, how he never brings anyone on these trips—I feel the words like a hand around my throat. Chloe leans against my shoulder and tells me she is glad I came. I smile and agree and taste bile and want at the same time.At 11:40 I claim a headache and retreat to my cabin.I shower in scalding water that does nothing to calm me. I leave the glasses on exactly as ordered. I put the cardigan back over a simple sleep tank and shorts because arriving naked would feel like admitting too much too soon. At 11:58 I slip into the narrow hallway. The yacht is quiet. Water moves against the hull. Somewhere

Chapter 4: I GO BACK TO HIM AT FIVE O’CLOCK AND LET MY BEST FRIEND’S UNCLE RUIN ME FOR GOODFive o’clock comes too fast.Chloe is still on the main deck with her cousins, arguing over music playlists and passing around a bottle of rosé. I murmur something about needing to answer an email for class and slip away before she can offer to come with me. The toy has been inside me since the lounge—set to a low, relentless pulse that has kept me wet and on edge for hours. Every step down the corridor shifts it. By the time I reach the master cabin my thighs are slick and my pulse is hammering between my legs.The door is unlocked.Victor is waiting.He has changed into a black shirt with the sleeves rolled, the same calm authority he wore at breakfast when he told everyone I needed rest. The second I close the door he points to the spot in front of him.“Strip. Glasses stay. Then get on your knees.”I obey. The cardigan, the tank, the shorts—everything lands in a small pile. The toy is still

Chapter 2: I WEAR THE SUIT SHE TOLD ME TO AND HER HANDS GO FURTHER THAN ANY COACH SHOULDThe new suit is exactly what she asked for.Thin black material. High-cut legs that rise almost to my waist. Straps so narrow they feel like afterthoughts. When I put it on in the locker room the mirror shows more skin than I have ever worn to practice—the soft curve of my hips, the lower slope of my ass, the way the fabric clings to the shape of me without giving anything extra to hide behind. I look like someone else. Someone who agreed to private lessons for reasons that have nothing to do with lap times.The pool is empty again.Coach Voss is already in the water when I step onto the deck. She watches me walk the length of the tiles in silence. Her eyes move over the suit in one slow, thorough pass, and something like approval settles in her expression before she nods toward lane four.“In.”I slip into the water. The thinner material makes every shift of current feel sharper against my skin.

Chapter 4: SHE TAKES ME UNDER ON CAMERA AND GIVES ME THE LONGEST ORGASM OF MY LIFE WHILE SOMEONE WATCHESThursday night the pool is darker than usual.Only the underwater lights are on, turning the water a deep, glowing blue. The deck is empty. The doors are locked. Coach Voss is already waiting in the water in the same black suit as the first night, hair slicked back, expression calm and absolute. The barely-there suit she left for me feels even more revealing under the blue light. Every breath moves the thin triangles of fabric over my nipples. The narrow strip between my legs is already damp before I even enter the water.I slip in.She does not make me swim.She simply says, “Come here,” and I go.Her hands settle on my waist the way they always do, but this time there is no pretense of stroke correction. She walks me backward until my spine meets the smooth wall of the pool in the deep end. The water reaches just below my collarbones. Above the surface the air is cool. Below it h