Todos los capítulos de Dark Desires : A Collection of Filthy Forbidden MM Sins: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

Chapter 3The house looked the same as it had when we were twenty.Same brick. Same rose bushes Julian’s mother still over-watered. Same brass knocker that had watched us stumble in drunk after exams and after breakups and after every version of “I’m fine” we ever sold each other.Today it felt like a mouth waiting to bite.Julian’s hand was cold in mine when we walked up the path. He didn’t let go. I didn’t make him.The door opened before we knocked.His mother stood there in a cardigan the color of old pearls, eyes already red. Behind her, his father filled the hallway like a verdict.No greeting.Julian’s mother looked at our joined hands, then at my face, then at the faint mark Lena’s slap had left on my cheek.“Come in,” she said. Voice thin. “Both of you. Before the neighbors start taking notes.”We stepped inside.The living room still smelled like lemon polish and the candle she always burned when she was trying not to cry. Julian’s father didn’t sit. He stood by the fireplac

Chapter 5Two weeks after the wedding that never happened, the noise thinned enough for the real quiet to arrive.It was worse.The group chats slowed. The passive-aggressive posts stopped getting as many likes. Mutual friends decided, one by one, whether they were still speaking to us. Some were. Most weren’t. Lena’s sister blocked Julian. Claire never unblocked either of us. Ben sent a short, awkward text that said I don’t hate you, I just can’t be in the middle, and then silence.Julian’s mother called once. She cried. She said she loved him. She also said his father still wouldn’t say his name at the dinner table. Julian listened, thanked her, and hung up with his jaw locked so tight I heard it click.He moved a duffel of clothes into my place without calling it moving in. We didn’t label anything. Labels felt dangerous while the ground was still shifting.On a Thursday evening the last confrontation found us anyway.We were coming back from the grocery store—normal errands, the k

Chapter 2Extraction was clean on paper.In reality it was four armed men in plain clothes, a black SUV that smelled like gun oil, and Cassian sitting too close to me in the back seat with his thigh pressed against mine like the panic room had never ended. He had borrowed my jacket. It hung on him wrong. Every time the vehicle took a corner I caught the faint scent of sex still on his skin.His father was waiting at the safe house.Not a hotel. A private residence in the hills with gates, dogs, and men who looked at me the way professionals look at someone who might already be compromised.Victor Rowe stood in the foyer in a charcoal sweater and the kind of calm that cost more than most people’s annual salary. He hugged his son once, hard, then held him at arm’s length and checked for blood like a man who had done it before.“You’re unhurt.”“I’m fine,” Cassian said. “Roman got me out.”Victor’s eyes cut to me.“Report.”I gave it. Gallery layout. Angle of the shot. Time to the panic

I Fucked the Man I Swore to Protect Chapter 4 The twenty-four hours lasted nineteen. I was in the security office reviewing perimeter logs when Victor Rowe opened the door and told everyone else to leave. The two operators on duty glanced at me, then at him, and cleared out without a word. Victor closed the door. He didn’t sit. “The firm recommended rotating you off primary detail this morning,” he said. “Fresh eyes. Less emotional continuity. Standard after two direct attempts.” My spine locked. “And?” “I agreed.” He watched my face with the same calm he used in boardrooms. “You’ll finish the current shift. At 1800 a new lead takes over. You’ll remain on the property in a support capacity until the threat is resolved, but you will no longer be my son’s shadow. Clear?” The contract and the man stepped onto opposite sides of the line exactly as I had known they would. “Clear,” I said. Victor’s eyes narrowed a fraction. “You don’t look surprised.” “I’m not.”

Chapter 1The negotiation ended at 9:47 p.m. with blood in the water and my name on the winning side of the term sheet.Noah Trent looked like he wanted to set the conference room on fire with me still inside it.He had spent eleven hours across the table from me—sharp, precise, vicious in the way only someone who actually understood the deal could be. Every counter I made, he met. Every pressure point I touched, he tried to twist back on my client. He lost anyway. Not because he was outmatched on skill. Because I had come in with leverage he hadn’t seen until it was already around his throat.When the last signature landed, he stood, buttoned his jacket, and looked straight at me.“Congratulations, Calder. You must be proud. Another room full of people who hate you.”“They don’t have to like me,” I said. “They just have to sign.”Something dangerous flickered in his eyes. Then he walked out.I stayed long enough to shake the right hands and pretend I gave a shit about the celebratory