All Chapters of Dark Desires : A Collection of Filthy Forbidden MM Sins: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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Midnight Oil(3)

Midnight OilChapter 3Monday morning arrived too fast.Leo woke to the low rumble of Adrian’s voice on a call in the other room and the ache of a body thoroughly used over an entire weekend. Every muscle felt loose and sore in the best way. There were bruises on his hips in the shape of Adrian’s fingers, a dark mark high on the inside of one thigh, and the lingering stretch of being fucked open more times than he could count.He showered alone in the massive marble bathroom, the scent of Adrian’s body wash clinging to his skin. When he stepped out, a clean shirt and tailored trousers were waiting on the bed—his size, expensive, clearly bought that morning. A note in Adrian’s sharp handwriting sat on top:Wear these. No underwear. I’ll be thinking about it all day.Leo’s cock twitched. He obeyed.They left the penthouse separately. Adrian took the car. Leo took a rideshare and arrived at the office twenty minutes later, looking every inch the professional assistant except for the secr

His Rough Hands(1)

His Rough HandsChapter 1The rain came down like it had a personal grudge.Jax Moreno’s motorcycle died three miles outside of town with a final, pathetic cough and a plume of white smoke from the engine. He coasted to the shoulder of the two-lane highway, boots splashing into a puddle that immediately soaked through to his socks. The headlight flickered once, then died, leaving him in near-total darkness except for the distant glow of a single neon sign half a mile ahead.KELLY’S CUSTOM & REPAIR OPEN 24 HRSHe pushed the heavy bike the rest of the way, cursing under his breath the entire time. By the time he rolled it under the corrugated metal awning of the garage, he was soaked to the skin. His black jeans clung to his thighs. His leather jacket felt twice as heavy. Water dripped from the ends of his dark hair into his eyes.The bay door was half-open. Yellow light spilled out across the wet concrete. Classic rock played low from a radio somewhere inside—something with a lot of gu

His Rough Hands(2)

His Rough HandsChapter 2Kane didn’t give Jax time to catch his breath.He hauled him up off the old leather couch like he weighed nothing, spun him around, and bent him over the nearest workbench. Tools clattered. A socket wrench rolled off the edge and hit the concrete with a sharp metallic ring. Jax’s bare chest pressed against cool metal and scattered receipts. His ass was still slick and open, come already starting to trickle down the inside of one thigh.Kane’s thick cock nudged back against his hole without ceremony.“Still soft for me,” Kane muttered, almost to himself. One rough hand spread Jax open. The other gripped his hip hard enough to bruise. “Good. Because I’m not done filling you up.”He pushed back in with one long, relentless thrust.Jax’s mouth opened on a broken sound that echoed off the concrete walls. The stretch was immediate and intense—Kane was still thick, still hard, and the angle from behind drove him even deeper. Kane didn’t ease into it. He set a punish

His Rough Hands(3)

His Rough HandsChapter 3The rain finally stopped Sunday afternoon.Sunlight broke through the clouds in hard, bright shafts, turning the wet asphalt outside the garage into a mirror. Inside the small apartment above it, Jax stood at the kitchen window wearing nothing but one of Kane’s old work shirts, the sleeves rolled up and the hem brushing the tops of his bare thighs. Coffee steamed in his hands. Every muscle in his body ached in the best possible way—used, claimed, marked.Kane came up behind him without a sound, bare-chested, jeans unbuttoned and hanging low on his hips. He slid both arms around Jax’s waist and rested his chin on his shoulder, looking out at the same view.“Roads are clear,” Kane said, voice still rough from sleep and the way he’d woken Jax that morning with his mouth. “You could head back to your place whenever you want.”Jax leaned back into the solid heat of him. “Trying to get rid of me already?”Kane’s arms tightened. “Opposite. Just making sure you know

Through the Flames(1)

Through the FlamesChapter 1The smoke was already thick enough to taste when Eli Voss realized the hallway was gone.One minute he had been half-asleep on the couch of his third-floor walk-up, sketchbook open on his chest, the low drone of some late-night documentary still playing. The next, the air was a wall of heat and black, the fire alarm screaming like it was personally offended, and the only light came from the orange glow eating through the far wall of the living room.He dropped to the floor the way every safety video had taught him, lungs already burning. The front door was a solid wall of heat. The window was four stories up and the fire escape had been condemned two landlords ago. Panic tried to claw up his throat. He forced it down and crawled toward the bathroom, the only room that still felt halfway breathable.That was where the axe came through the wall.Wood and plaster exploded inward. A massive silhouette filled the new opening, framed by smoke and the harsh beam

Through the Flames

Through the FlamesChapter 2Eli woke to the smell of coffee and the low rumble of Deacon’s voice somewhere in the loft.For a disorienting second he didn’t know where he was. Then the ache in his body registered—good ache, the kind that came from being thoroughly fucked and held through the night—and the events of the previous evening flooded back. The firehouse. The bakery box. Deacon’s mouth. Deacon’s cock stretching him open until he saw stars. The quiet promise that this wasn’t just adrenaline.He sat up slowly. Morning light poured through the big industrial windows, turning the exposed brick gold. His clothes were nowhere in sight. A clean soft T-shirt and a pair of drawstring sweatpants had been left folded on the chair beside the bed. Both smelled like Deacon’s laundry detergent.Eli pulled them on. The shirt hung loose on his frame; the pants threatened to slide off his hips. He padded barefoot out of the bedroom and found Deacon in the open kitchen, back to him, wearing not

Through the Flames(3)

Through the FlamesChapter 3The arson investigator showed up on a Tuesday morning while Deacon was still at the station.Eli opened the loft door to a middle-aged woman in a plain navy blazer and a younger man with a notepad. They were polite, professional, and thorough. They asked him to walk them through the night of the fire again—where he’d been sitting, what he’d heard, whether he’d noticed anyone unusual in the building in the days before. Eli told them the truth: he’d been half-asleep on the couch, woken to smoke, crawled toward the bathroom, and then Deacon had come through the wall.They took notes. They asked if he had enemies, insurance disputes, or anyone who might want him hurt. He didn’t. They thanked him, left a card, and were gone in under forty minutes.When Deacon came home that evening, still in station blues with the faint scent of smoke clinging to his collar, Eli met him at the door and told him everything.Deacon listened in silence, jaw tight. Then he pulled E

His Rival’s Private Property(1)

Title:Chapter 1The elevator doors slid shut with a soft hiss, sealing Ethan Vale inside with the one man he had spent three years trying—and failing—to ignore.Dominic Kane filled the small space like he owned the air itself. Six-foot-three of tailored black suit, dark stubble that never quite looked accidental, and eyes the color of expensive whiskey that always seemed to know exactly what you were thinking. Right now those eyes were locked on Ethan’s reflection in the mirrored wall, unblinking.Ethan kept his gaze fixed on the glowing floor numbers. Twenty-eight. Twenty-nine. Thirty. The higher they climbed, the thinner the air felt.“You’re late,” Dominic said, voice low and rough, like he’d just finished shouting at someone or fucking them. Possibly both.“Board meeting doesn’t start for twelve minutes.”“I wasn’t talking about the board meeting.”Ethan finally looked at him. Mistake. Dominic was closer than he had any right to be, one shoulder leaning against the mirrored wall,

His Rival’s Private Property(2)

His Rival’s Private PropertyChapter 2The private elevator to Dominic Kane’s penthouse required a keycard. Ethan’s hands were still slightly unsteady when he slid the one Dominic had left for him at the front desk into the reader. The doors closed. The car rose so smoothly it felt like floating.He had almost talked himself out of coming three separate times on the ride over. Almost. Then the memory of Dominic’s cock stretching him open over that marble desk, the low growl against his ear, the way come had leaked down his thigh under his trousers during the entire board meeting, had made the decision for him.The elevator opened directly into the penthouse.Floor-to-ceiling glass. The city glittering thirty-eight stories below. Dark furniture. Soft lighting. And Dominic, barefoot in black slacks and an unbuttoned white shirt, standing at the kitchen island with a glass of whiskey in one hand like he’d been waiting.He didn’t smile. He just looked Ethan over slowly, thoroughly, the wa

His Rival’s Private Property(3)

His Rival’s Private PropertyChapter 3Ethan woke to the wet heat of a mouth sliding down his cock.For a disoriented second he didn’t know where he was. Then the scent of Dominic’s skin, the expensive sheets, and the firm hand pinning his hip to the mattress brought everything back in a rush. He was still in the penthouse. Still naked. Still marked and used from the night before.Dominic was under the covers, between his legs, sucking him with slow, devastating precision. No teasing. Just deep, wet pulls and a tongue that knew exactly where to press. Ethan’s back arched. A broken sound left his throat.Dominic pulled off long enough to speak, voice rough with sleep.“Morning.”Then he swallowed him again.Ethan came harder than he expected, too fast, spilling down Dominic’s throat with a helpless moan while Dominic hummed like he was tasting something he had every right to. Only when Ethan was soft and shaking did Dominic crawl up his body and kiss him, sharing the bitter taste of hi

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