Todos los capítulos de Dark Desires : A Collection of Filthy Forbidden MM Sins: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Chapter 2: Back at the Station The patrol car cut through the empty midnight streets with the rain still hammering the windshield. Officer Jax Harlan kept one hand on the wheel while his eyes flicked repeatedly to the rearview mirror. Ryan sat in the back handcuffed his wrists locked behind him forcing his chest out in that soaked white tank top. The fabric was still plastered to his skin outlining every ridge of his lean torso and those perky nipples that had hardened from more than just the cold. Jax could see the persistent bulge in Ryan’s gray joggers the wet spot from earlier still visible where his cock strained against the material. “Comfortable back there thief?” Jax asked his deep voice low and teasing. He adjusted the mirror deliberately to get a better view of Ryan’s flushed face. The younger man shifted in the seat his full lips pressed tight together but his hips betrayed him with a subtle roll as if chasing the memory of Jax’s hand wrapped around him in the alley. Ry

Chapter 4: Addicted to the Badge The next night arrived heavy with anticipation. Ryan stood outside the back entrance of the precinct, heart hammering against his ribs as the humid air clung to his skin. He had barely slept, his body still sore and marked from Officer Jax Harlan’s rough claiming. Every time he shifted, he felt the ghost of that thick cock stretching him open, the deep thrusts that had ruined him for anyone else. He told himself he was only here to avoid real trouble, but the ache between his legs and the way his cock twitched at the memory proved otherwise. He needed more. The door buzzed open. Jax filled the frame in a fresh uniform, sleeves rolled up to expose those powerful forearms, the fabric stretched tight across his massive chest. His dark eyes locked on Ryan with raw hunger and something deeper, a possessive glint that made Ryan’s knees weak. “Inside. Now,” Jax ordered, voice low and commanding. He grabbed Ryan by the front of his shirt and pulled him int

Chapter 2: Halftime Confession The football game had reached halftime, but the only action that mattered was happening right there on Mike’s sectional couch. The commentators droned on in the background about stats and replays, their voices nothing but white noise under the heavy breathing of two married men fighting a losing battle against raw, forbidden lust. Derek’s slick fingers were still buried knuckle-deep in Mike’s tight ass, slowly scissoring and curling, while his other oiled hand stroked Mike’s thick, leaking cock with long, torturous pulls. Baby oil dripped everywhere, coating Mike’s firm ass cheeks, running down his crack, and making obscene wet sounds with every movement. Mike gripped the back of the couch, sweat mixing with the oil on his broad back, his muscular body trembling as he tried desperately to hold onto the last threads of denial. “Fuck Derek… pull your fingers out,” Mike growled through gritted teeth, even as his hips pushed back greedily, fucking himsel

Chapter 1: The Door I Shouldn’t Have OpenedI was two glasses of scotch deep and still staring at the same goddamn spreadsheet when the doorbell rang.Elena had been gone three days. New York conference, full week. The house felt hollow without her—too big, too quiet, every room echoing with the fact that I was alone. I told myself I liked the silence. I told myself a lot of things.The bell rang again.I pushed back from the desk, rolled my shoulders, and walked barefoot to the front door in nothing but gray sweatpants and a white T-shirt that had seen better days. I didn’t bother checking the peephole. Probably Amazon. Or one of Elena’s friends dropping something off.I opened the door.Noah stood on the porch under the porch light, duffel bag slung across his chest, wearing a black tank top that clung to every line of muscle he’d put on since Christmas and a pair of low-slung jeans that sat indecently on his hips. His dark hair was messy from the drive, a few strands stuck to his f

Chapter 3: No Way Back I told myself I’d get actual work done today. That lasted exactly forty-seven minutes. I was in the home office, laptop open, trying to focus on a client deck when Noah walked in wearing nothing but a pair of my gray sweatpants slung so low they barely clung to his hips. His chest was bare, still marked with faint red lines from my nails last night. He didn’t say a word. Just closed the door behind him, locked it, and crossed the room with that slow, predatory walk that made my mouth go dry. “Noah, I have a meeting in—” He dropped to his knees under the desk and yanked my chair back. The sweatpants I’d thrown on after the shower hit the floor. His mouth was on me before I could finish the sentence. Hot. Wet. Greedy. He sucked me like he was trying to ruin me for anyone else, and it was working. My head fell back against the chair. One hand fisted in his damp hair while the other tried to type a single coherent sentence on the keyboard. I failed miserably