All Chapters of Carnal Code: 40 Forbidden Nights (An Erotica Collection): Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

ELENAMy heels clicked against the cold marble floor of the lobby like a frantic heartbeat I couldn’t control. It was almost 11:30 p.m., and the entire building felt eerily empty. The kind of silence that pressed against your skin. Another fourteen-hour day at the agency had drained me completely, but the moment I stepped through the glass doors, my exhaustion twisted into something else entirely.Anticipation. Fear. And that low, shameful throb I’d been trying to ignore for weeks.Because I knew he might be here.Marcus Vale.I adjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder, smoothing down my tight pencil skirt with shaky hands. The cream silk blouse I wore clung to my breasts from the humidity outside, and I could already feel my nipples tightening against the lace of my bra just from thinking about him. God, I was pathetic. Three months of this. Three months of riding the same elevator with a man who barely spoke to me, yet somehow managed to ruin my panties every single time.I p

ELENAThe air in the elevator felt like it was shrinking around us.Every second that passed made it harder to breathe. Harder to think. Harder to pretend I wasn’t losing my mind.Marcus stood only two feet away from me now, watching me like a predator who had finally cornered its prey. His broad chest rose and fell with deep, controlled breaths. The thick, heavy outline of his cock strained obscenely against his slacks so obvious, so big. I couldn’t stop staring. My pussy was throbbing so hard it hurt, clenching around nothing while fresh wetness kept soaking through my already ruined thong.This is insane. We’re strangers. We’ve barely spoken. I shouldn’t want this.But I did. God, I wanted it so badly I was shaking.“Elena,” he said again, my name sounding like pure sin on his tongue. “You’re trembling.”I was. My knees felt weak. My nipples ached. My clit was swollen and pulsing with every heartbeat. I pressed my back harder against the cold mirror, trying to ground myself, but it

ELENAMy legs wouldn’t stop shaking.I was still pressed against the mirrored wall, Marcus’s massive body covering mine from behind, his cock still buried deep inside me as the last pulses of his second orgasm faded. Thick, warm cum leaked out around his shaft and ran down my thighs in slow, obscene trails. I could feel every twitch, every throb of him inside me. My pussy was sore, swollen, and completely ruined yet still fluttering weakly around his thickness like it never wanted him to leave.I whimpered softly when he finally eased out of me. The loss felt devastating. A rush of our mixed fluids spilled down my legs, dripping onto the elevator floor. I should have felt embarrassed. Instead, all I felt was boneless, satisfied, and strangely… safe.Marcus turned me gently in his arms. His hands the same hands that had just fucked me senseless were surprisingly tender now. He cupped my face, thumbs brushing away the tears of overwhelming pleasure that had leaked from the corners of my

JAXThe second I shut the door on that girl, I knew Mia was still up.I could feel her through the wall — that heavy, frustrated silence that always followed when she listened to me fuck someone else. My cock was still slick from the other girl's pussy, but it was already hardening again, thick and heavy between my legs, because I knew what Mia was doing right now.I pressed my forehead against the shared wall, heart hammering in my chest. My pulse was racing. My body was on fire just thinking about her.Then I knocked. Three slow, heavy raps that echoed through both our apartments."I know you're touching yourself right now, Mia," I said, voice low and rough, barely controlled. "I heard you moaning my name when she was screaming on my cock. I heard every desperate sound you made."A sharp little gasp came from her side. Then nothing but silence. But it was the kind of silence that meant she was listening. That meant I had her full attention.I smirked, wrapping my fist around my thro