All Chapters of Forbidden fruits of Eden: A collection of forbidden desires : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

EMMAThe argument had been building for weeks, simmering under the surface like a pot about to boil over. Tonight, it finally exploded.I stood in the middle of our living room, arms crossed tightly over my chest, watching Jake pace back and forth like a caged animal. Three years. We had been together for three years, and somehow it had all come down to this moment…this ugly, exhausting fight in the apartment we had picked out together.“I can’t believe you’re seriously mad about this,” he said, running a hand through his already messy hair. “It was one night, Emma. One fucking night.”“One night where you didn’t come home,” I shot back, my voice shaking with barely contained anger. “You told me you were working late on that big project, Jake. Instead, you were out at some bar with your coworkers until three in the morning. You didn’t even text me. Not one message.”He stopped pacing and threw his hands up in frustration. “I’m allowed to have a life! You’re always on my case about som

EMMAThe room was warm and dimly lit, the soft glow of candles casting gentle shadows across the walls. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and sandalwood oil, creating a soothing, almost hypnotic atmosphere. I lay on my stomach on the luxurious massage table, the slim white towel draped modestly over my lower body. My heart was still beating faster than normal after realizing my masseur was a man — and not just any man, but one who looked like he had stepped out of a magazine.His name was Adrian, according to the small tag on his uniform. He had warm, strong hands and an air of quiet confidence as he approached the table.“I’m so sorry for the delay,” he said, his voice smooth and deep. “There was a small scheduling mix-up with the all-exclusive bookings. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.”I turned my head slightly, trying to sound casual. “I thought my masseur would be a woman.”He gave me a small, apologetic smile as he washed his hands at the sink. “You and your

EMMAI lay there on the massage table, still trembling from the intense orgasm Adrian had just given me. My body felt boneless and oversensitive, my pussy still pulsing with aftershocks around the memory of his thick fingers. The room smelled like sex and expensive oil, a heady mix of my arousal and the lavender-sandalwood blend. I could barely think straight, my mind hazy with pleasure and confusion.Adrian stood up slowly, his fingers glistening with my wetness. He looked down at me with dark, hungry eyes, like he was far from finished.“You came so beautifully for me,” he said, his voice low and rough. “But I’m not done releasing all that tension yet.”Before I could respond, he flipped me onto my back with effortless strength. The towel fell away completely, leaving me fully exposed under his gaze. He climbed onto the table, settling between my spread legs, and leaned down to kiss me hard. His tongue invaded my mouth as his hands roamed over my breasts, squeezing the soft flesh an

EUNICEEunice Kim stepped off the private jet into the humid embrace of a California summer, the salty tang of the Pacific already teasing her senses. At twenty-two, she was the perfect embodiment of her family’s chaebol legacy—elegant, poised, and quietly rebellious. Her Korean-American features turned heads wherever she went with her long, silky black hair that fell like ink down her back, sharp almond-shaped eyes framed by naturally thick lashes, and a lithe, athletic body honed by years of competitive swimming and the unspoken pressure to maintain perfection. She had spent the last four years at an elite East Coast university, burying herself in business classes and late-night parties that never quite filled the void. Her mother had died when she was only seven, leaving her father, Chairman Minho Kim, to raise her with the help of his two closest friends. They weren’t just business partners; they were family. Uncle Dylan and Uncle Hyun had been constants in her life. They were st

EUNICEEunice woke with the sun already high and a single, burning purpose coiled tight in her chest. Today she would stop waiting.She showered quickly, dried her long black hair until it fell in a glossy sheet down her back, and chose the smallest bikini she owned—a pale gold string set that barely covered the soft curves of her breasts and left the full swell of her ass exposed. The thin triangles of fabric clung to her like a promise. She slipped a sheer white cover-up over her shoulders, left it open, and stepped out onto the main deck.Hyun was already there.He sat in one of the wide loungers with a tablet in his lap, dark sunglasses shielding his eyes, a white linen shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest. The morning light carved every hard line of him—broad shoulders, the faint trail of hair disappearing beneath the waistband of his shorts. Eunice’s pulse kicked hard at the sight.She walked past him without speaking and stretched out on the lounge directly across from his