All Chapters of Dark Desires : A Collection of Filthy Forbidden MM Sins: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

His Forbidden GuardChapter 2Leo woke to the sound of the shower running.For a few disoriented seconds he forgot where he was. Then the ache in his jaw, the dried come on his stomach, and the empty armchair in the corner brought everything back in a rush. Asher had stayed the entire night. Watching him.The bathroom door was cracked open. Steam drifted out. Leo sat up slowly, naked, the sheet tangled around his hips. His cock was already half-hard from the memory of Asher’s thick length stretching his mouth.He should have stayed in bed. Instead he stood, walked across the room, and pushed the bathroom door open wider.Asher stood under the spray with his back to him, head bowed, water streaming over the heavy muscle of his shoulders and down the deep groove of his spine. Tattoos covered one shoulder and the side of his ribs—dark, military-looking ink that disappeared under the water. His ass was tight, powerful. When he turned slightly, Leo saw the thick length of his cock hanging

Title: Claimed by the Team CaptainChapter 1The locker room still smelled like sweat, soap, and the sharp bite of liniment when Noah Reed stayed behind after practice.Everyone else had cleared out. The last of the showers had gone quiet. Steam clung to the air in heavy, humid ribbons. Noah sat on the wooden bench in front of his stall, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. His thighs still burned from the extra sprints Jax Torren had ordered him to run. His jersey clung to his back, damp and sticky. The tape on his left wrist itched.He heard the heavy footsteps before he saw him.Jax Torren filled the doorway like he owned the entire building. Six-foot-three of solid muscle packed under a black practice shirt that clung to his chest and shoulders. Dark hair still wet from the shower. A thick towel slung low around his hips. Water beaded along his collarbones and slid down the deep cut of his abs before disappearing under the towel. The scent of him hit Noah a second later—clea

Claimed by the Team Captain Chapter 3 Noah barely made it through the next practice without falling apart. Every sprint reminded him of the thick stretch of Jax’s cock the day before. Every time he dropped into a stance, the residual ache flared deep inside him. Jax never looked at him longer than necessary on the field, but Noah felt the weight of that attention like a hand on the back of his neck. By the time the final whistle blew, his compression shorts were soaked and his cock was painfully hard. The rest of the team left in noisy clusters. Noah stayed, heart hammering, already knowing what was coming. Jax didn’t take him in the locker room this time. He waited until Noah had stripped down to his shorts, then jerked his chin toward the back hallway that led to the private weight room. “Move.” The weight room was empty, lit only by the late-afternoon sun slanting through high windows. Rubber mats, racks of free weights, the faint metallic smell of iron and sweat. Jax locked

His Best Friend’s BrotherChapter 2Alex lay back against the dark sheets, legs open, pulse hammering so hard he could feel it in his throat. The air in the bedroom still carried the clean scent of chlorine from the pool and the warmer, darker smell of Roman’s skin. His own cock lay hard against his stomach, flushed and leaking, the head shiny under the low light.Roman stood at the foot of the bed for a long moment, just looking. His cock was still half-hard, glistening from Alex’s mouth. He reached into the nightstand drawer, pulled out a bottle of lube, and tossed it onto the mattress beside Alex’s hip.“Keep your hands on the sheets,” Roman said. His voice was calm, almost quiet. “If you touch yourself before I say you can, I’ll stop. Clear?”Alex nodded, mouth still wet, lips still swollen. “Clear.”Roman climbed onto the bed, settling between Alex’s spread thighs. The mattress dipped under his weight. He pushed Alex’s knees higher, opening him further, and squeezed a slow stream

Title: His Forbidden ProfessorChapter 1Theo Brooks had been told Professor Hale was brilliant.No one mentioned he would look at him like he was already deciding how hard to make him beg.The English department was nearly empty at 8:40 p.m. Most of the offices were dark. Only one door at the end of the hall still spilled warm light onto the carpet. Theo adjusted the strap of his messenger bag, knocked once, and waited.“Come in.”Professor Dominic Hale sat behind a wide oak desk, sleeves rolled to his elbows, dark hair slightly disordered like he had been running his hands through it. He was older than most of the faculty Theo had dealt with—early forties, broad-shouldered, with the kind of quiet authority that made the air in a room feel heavier. A pair of black-framed glasses sat on the desk beside an open manuscript. His eyes, a sharp grey, lifted and settled on Theo with immediate, unhurried assessment.“You’re late.”Theo closed the door behind him. “The library printer jammed.