Semua Bab Dark Desires : A Collection of Filthy Forbidden MM Sins: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Chapter 3: Leaking on the Field Practice was pure torture from the second we stepped onto the grass. My uniform shorts were already soaked through with Jax’s cum and fresh slick before Coach even blew the first whistle. Every step sent a wet squelch between my cheeks, reminding me exactly how many loads the team captain had pumped into my guts that morning. My hole still throbbed around the phantom stretch of his knot, and my heat refused to settle, making my scent dangerously sweet even through the suppressants I had desperately swallowed. Jax moved like a predator during drills. Shirtless, sweat gleaming on his carved muscles, barking orders with that deep alpha voice while his eyes kept finding me across the field. Every time I bent over for a tackle setup, I felt his stare burning into my ass, knowing he could smell exactly how wrecked I was. Halfway through scrimmage, he tackled me hard. Our bodies slammed together in the dirt, his massive frame pinning me face-down for a secon

Chapter 1: After Hours (Professor Adrian Vale’s POV) I should have ended it the second the last student filed out of the lecture hall. The room was too quiet now, the kind of silence that pressed in on my chest and made every small sound feel dangerous—Kai Hayes flipping a page in his notebook, the distant hum of the air conditioning, and the heavy beat of my own pulse in my ears. I gripped the edge of the podium, knuckles white, forcing my eyes to stay on the attendance sheet instead of on him. “Mr. Hayes,” I said, my voice clipped and professional, “we’ve gone over your grade twice already. If you want to improve it, come to proper office hours. This isn’t the time.” But he didn’t move. Kai leaned back in the front-row seat, legs spread in that careless, provocative way, his shirt riding up just enough to show a sliver of toned stomach. Twenty-one. Arrogant. Beautiful in a way that had been tormenting me for weeks. Those lingering stares after lectures. The way he’d “accidenta

Chapter 3: Dangerous Game (Professor Adrian Vale’s POV) I swore this would be the last time. After the bathroom incident, I avoided Kai like he carried the plague. I changed my lecture slides to remove any eye contact opportunities. I canceled two sets of office hours with vague emails about “family commitments.” I even fucked my wife that weekend—mechanical, guilt-ridden sex where I closed my eyes and saw his face instead of hers. The shame afterward nearly made me vomit. Yet here I was on Friday night, texting him the address while my wife was away at her sister’s for the weekend. Just one night. No more after this. We end it properly. My hands shook as I typed the message and immediately deleted the chat thread. The doorbell rang at 8:17 PM. I’d paced the living room for twenty minutes straight, pouring myself a whiskey I barely touched. When I opened the door, Kai stood there in a hoodie and joggers, looking far too casual for the storm he brought into my home—my sanctuary, t

Chapter 1: The Bet (Jax’s POV) The locker room still smelled like sweat, grass, and defeat. Our team had lost by one fucking point in the semi-finals, and the blame landed squarely on me—Captain Jax Harlan—for that missed tackle in the final minute. My shoulder throbbed where Marcus fucking Reynolds had slammed into me during the match. Golden boy. Perfect smile. Captain of our rival team. The asshole who always seemed to ruin everything. I slammed my locker shut, towel slung low on my hips, when the devil himself walked in. Marcus was still in his rival jersey, hair damp, that cocky grin plastered on his face like he’d won the championship already. His team had come to “celebrate” at the same hotel. Bad luck for both of us. “Harlan,” he drawled, leaning against the lockers across from me. “Tough loss. Maybe next season you’ll learn how to hold onto the ball instead of letting me take it.” “Fuck off, Reynolds.” My voice came out low and rough. I hated how my eyes dragged over hi

Chapter 3: Breaking Point (Jax’s POV) The championship match ended in a bloodbath. Our teams clashed like gladiators for eighty brutal minutes—every tackle laced with the memory of last night’s hotel room war. I scored the winning try in the final seconds, slamming the ball down while Marcus tackled me too late. The whistle blew. Victory roared through our side of the stadium. But as my teammates lifted me up, my eyes locked on Marcus across the field. He was on his knees in the mud, jersey torn, golden hair matted with sweat, chest heaving. He looked furious. He looked fucking beautiful. And I hated how badly I wanted to drag him into the nearest locker room again. Hours later, after the celebrations died down and the hotel quieted, I found myself outside his door once more. I told myself it was to rub the win in his face. Nothing more. Just another round of angry, verse hate-sex before we went back to pretending we despised each other. Marcus opened the door shirtless, a bruis