All Chapters of Forbidden fruits of Eden: A collection of forbidden desires : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

RHIANNONMy fiance, Miguel, introduced me to his father, Vincenzo Rossi, on a Thursday evening in late spring.The house sat on a quiet street, filled with old stone and dark wood. It was the kind of place that still carried the smell of espresso and polished furniture long after the cups were cleared. Miguel’s mother had been dead for twelve years and his father had remarried three years ago. His stepmother, Sofia, was elegant and mostly silent that night. Miguel and Vincenzo barely looked at each other longer than necessary. They were polite in the way people are when the distance between them has already been accepted.I was twenty-four and Vincenzo was twice my age, but he barely looked like it. His calm persona was a mask…beneath all that was a predator who decided I was his next prey.The first real moment happened when Miguel stepped away to take a phone call. I stood near the tall windows with a glass of red wine I hadn’t touched. Vincenzo crossed the room without hurry and t

RHIANNONThe day had been ordinary on the surface, but I was completely occupied underneath.I answered emails. I confirmed the florist’s delivery date. I spoke to the photographer’s assistant about the family grouping list. Every task was completed with the same calm efficiency I always used, but none of it held my attention.Vincenzo’s voice held my attention instead. The way he had said my name in the kitchen. The brief pressure of his knee under the table. The heat of his fingers when he adjusted the strap of my dress. Ordinary moments that refused to stay ordinary in my mind. By late afternoon, the memory of his hand at the small of my back had become more vivid than the actual wedding plans in my head.Miguel came home just after nine.I was already in the bedroom, seated at the vanity in the dark green silk nightgown he had given me for my birthday. The brush moved through my hair in long, automatic strokes. In the mirror I watched the door open behind me.He smiled when he saw

RHIANNONThe study door closed behind me with a soft click.Vincenzo sat in the leather armchair near the window, one ankle resting on the opposite knee, a glass of something dark untouched on the side table. The only light came from the desk lamp, low and golden. He looked at me the way he had the first night, as if he had been waiting for this exact moment.“You came,” he said.My voice came out thinner than I wanted. “I didn’t come for that.”He stood slowly. “But I told you that if you come here, that’s what’s going to happen. And here you are.” He held my gaze. “Come closer.”I walked toward him. Each step felt like crossing a line I could not uncross. When I stopped a few feet away, his eyes raked over me from the short black dress, the bare back, to the rapid rise and fall of my chest.“See how you responded,” he murmured. “Yet you say that’s not why you’re here.” His eyes dropped to the place between my thighs. “I bet if I put my fingers in your pussy right now, I’ll find it w

EPILOGUERHIANNONMiguel woke me up with slow kisses along my shoulder.The morning light was soft through the curtains of the apartment we now shared. He moved over me, pushing my sleep shirt up. I opened my legs for him the way I always did. He slid his cock inside with a quiet groan and rocked into me in the slow rhythm he was used to. I wrapped my arms around his back and let the pleasure build in its usual mild way. When he finished, he kissed my forehead and murmured that he loved me. I said it back. The words still came easily enough.He showered, dressed, and left for the office with a final brush of his lips against mine. The door clicked shut, and the apartment fell silent.My phone buzzed on the nightstand less than ten minutes later.One message from a number saved only as V.My house. Now. Meet me in my study.It was a direct order as expected from him.I stared at the screen for a long moment, my pulse already racing. Then I got up, showered quickly, and chose a simple d

The dishes were done. The second bottle of wine had been emptied, and a third bottle was cracked open, though no one was truly drinking anymore. The air in the living room had changed. It became thicker and warmer. The air carried the faint scent of skin and the low, restless energy of six bodies that knew exactly what was coming.Maya stood first. She didn’t make a speech. She simply walked to the center of the rug, where the blankets and pillows had already been dragged and arranged, and held out her hand to Nora.Nora rose without hesitation. The thin white tank top clung to her, nipples tight from the earlier conversation and anticipation. Maya’s fingers slid along her jaw, tilting her face up, and then their mouths met.The kiss was slow at first…with warm lips, the soft wet sound of tongues meeting, the quiet inhale Nora made when Maya’s teeth grazed her lower lip. Maya’s hand moved down, her palm flattening over the curve of Nora’s breast, dragging her thumb across the stiff ni