Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forbidden fruits of Eden: A collection of forbidden desires : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

I was still on my knees, lips swollen and Jax’s cum warm on my tongue, when the interrogation room door slammed open with a violent bang.Chief Harlan stood in the doorway, eyes wide with shock that quickly twisted into pure fury.“What the fuck is going on here, Detective Voss?!”The world stopped.I scrambled to my feet, wiping my mouth frantically, my face burning with humiliation. My skirt was still hiked up, my hair a disaster, and the taste of Jax was still heavy in my mouth.“Chief…I…this isn’t—” My voice cracked. I couldn’t even form a proper sentence.Chief Harlan’s face turned beet red. The disappointment in his eyes hit harder than any anger ever could.“Four years on the force, Voss. Four fucking years of exemplary service and this is what you do? Sucking off a dangerous suspect in my goddamn interrogation room like some cheap whore?” His voice rose with every word. “I expected better from you. I trusted you!”Jax leaned back in his chair, looking far too smug for a man in

CATHERINE I’ve known Micah since freshman orientation, when we both lunged for the last slice of pizza at the welcome mixer and ended up sharing it on the lawn, laughing until our sides hurt. From that day on, he became my person. He became my safe place through every late-night cram session, every tear-stained breakup, and every family drama. When he came out as gay in sophomore year, I was the first person he told. I held him while he cried. I promised I’d always have his back, and I meant every word. We’ve survived heartbreaks, failures, and the chaos of our twenties together. He’s like my family.Which is exactly why I’ve never told him how much I despise his boyfriend Toby.Toby is everything that gets under my skin: sharp-featured, annoyingly hot with that tousled dark hair and lean, athletic body that moves like he owns every room he enters. The attraction I feel toward him only makes me hate him more. Every time we’re alone, the air turns electric with insults and barbed w

His grip on my hair was iron, yanking my head back so the Ghostface mask filled my vision. My back scraped against the padded wall, and the thick muscle of his thigh ground harder between my legs, pressing right against my soaked panties. I was already trembling, my pussy clenching around nothing, desperate from the chase. “Such blig talk for a little slut who’s about to get ruined,” he growled, his voice low and distorted through the mask. One hand left my hair and clamped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my pulse thunder against his palm. The pressure sent a fresh gush of wetness down my thighs. Yes. Take it. Take all my control.I gasped as he spun me around, pushing my face into the wall. Cold metal clicked around my wrists locking my hands behind my back with a final, unforgiving snap. I looked behind and saw the handcuffs. There was no o escape. No way to push him away or touch myself. Just helpless, presented for him like the prey I was. Helpless just the way

I slipped out of the Provocative Playground in the early hours, my legs still shaky and my body marked with faint bruises from the night’s hunt. The taste of him lingered on my tongue. By the time I got home, my phone was buzzing.Micah’s name flashed on the screen.“Where the hell did you disappear to?” he asked the second I picked up, voice laced with worry. “I came by your place earlier and you weren’t answering.”My mind raced. “Sorry… I, uh, went for a late run and then crashed at a friend’s place and then my phone died. Is everything okay?”He bought it easily enough, laughing about how I needed to stop ghosting him. We chatted a few more minutes before hanging up. I let out a long breath.No one could know about the club. No one could know what I really craved.A few days later, I let myself into Micah’s apartment with the spare key he’d given me years ago. I usually spend enough nights here that the house felt like mine. He wasn’t home. He was probably out with Toby again.I st

After that day, I avoided them for three straight days.Every time Micah texted me about hanging out, I checked if Toby would be there. If the answer was yes, I bailed with flimsy excuses. Work deadlines. Migraine. Sudden errands. Period cramps. Micah finally called on the third night, his voice full of worry.“Cat, talk to me. Is this because of the other night? I know it was a lot, seeing us like that. I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable…”“It’s not that,” I lied quickly, hating myself for it. “I’ve just been slammed with work. Really. I’ll come by soon, promise.”He didn’t sound convinced, but he let it go. I spent those nights restless, replaying everything. The way Toby had fucked Micah. The kitten. The dream that felt far too real. I needed proof. One way or the other.On the fourth night, I went back to the Provocative Playground.The second the heavy door locked behind me in the maze, my heart was already racing. I stood in the starting chamber, wearing nothing but a thin