Todos los capítulos de Dark Desires : A Collection of Filthy Forbidden MM Sins: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Chapter 1: Overtime The knock on my office door came at 8:47 p.m. I was still at my desk on the 42nd floor, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up, staring at the same quarterly projections I’d been pretending to review for the last hour. Claire was at her sister’s place for the weekend—some girls’ trip thing she’d planned months ago. The house would be empty when I got home. Again. I told myself I didn’t mind the quiet. I told myself a lot of things these days. “Come in,” I called, expecting the night security guard or maybe the cleaning crew. The door opened and Ethan Kane stepped inside. Twenty-four. Fresh out of his MBA program. My new executive intern for the next quarter. HR had walked him into my office at 9 a.m. sharp this morning with the usual corporate speech about “mentorship” and “valuable experience.” I’d barely looked up from my laptop then—just enough to register dark hair, sharp cheekbones, and a handshake that lingered half a second too long. Now, under the low offic

Chapter 3: Mine for the Weekend I told myself I wouldn’t go. All Friday afternoon I sat in my office pretending to work while Ethan moved through the building like he hadn’t spent the last two days on his knees for me or bent over my desk. Every time our eyes met through the glass wall he smiled that small, private smile that said he already knew I was coming. At 6:17 p.m. my phone lit up. Ethan: My place. 8. Door’s unlocked. Don’t make me wait. I stared at the message for five full minutes. Then I texted Claire that I was working late on a big deal and would probably crash at the office. She replied with a heart and “proud of you” and told me she’d see me Sunday night. By 7:45 I was in my car driving across the city with my pulse hammering like I was eighteen again. Ethan’s apartment was on the 18th floor of a sleek building downtown—modern, clean, nothing like the house I shared with Claire. The door was unlocked like he’d promised. I stepped inside and he was already there

Chapter 2: Craving More of Uncle Ryan’s Seed (Tyler’s POV)My hole was still pulsing, full of Uncle Ryan’s hot married load, when I turned around and saw the look on his face. Guilt. Lust. That delicious war happening behind his eyes. His thick cock hung heavy between his legs, still wet with my ass and the cum he’d just pumped into me. Perfect.“Tyler… fuck, what did we just do?” he muttered, rubbing a hand over his face. But he couldn’t stop staring at my leaking hole, at the way his cum was slowly dripping down my thighs onto the kitchen floor.I smirked, stepped closer, and wrapped my hand around his spent cock, stroking it lazily. “We did what we’ve both wanted for years. You just bred your best friend’s son raw in his own kitchen. And you loved it.” I squeezed the base, feeling him twitch back to life already. “Don’t lie, Uncle Ryan. Your cock is getting hard again just thinking about it.”He groaned, low and defeated, but his hips pushed into my fist. I loved how easy it was to

Chapter 1: The Risk That Terrified Me (Jake’s POV) My hands were shaking as I lingered in the locker room after practice. Everyone else had cleared out twenty minutes ago. Coach Harlan was still in his office with the door half-open, reviewing tapes or whatever coaches do when they stay late. I knew this was stupid. Dangerous. He was thirty-eight, married, built like a wall of muscle, and straight — or at least that’s what everyone believed. One wrong move and my spot on the team, my scholarship, everything could go up in flames. But I couldn’t stop thinking about the way his eyes sometimes lingered on my body when I climbed out of the pool. The way he’d adjust himself in his shorts after yelling at us during dryland training. I was hard just standing there in my towel, heart hammering so loud I was sure he could hear it. Don’t do this, Jake. Walk away. I didn’t listen to myself. I dropped the towel, stayed naked, and walked toward his office on shaky legs. My cock was half-ha

Chapter 3: Risking Everything at His House (Jake’s POV) My hands wouldn’t stop shaking as I parked two blocks away and walked through the dark suburban streets toward Coach Harlan’s house. It was 8:55 p.m. The neighborhood was quiet — families inside, lights glowing in windows, normal lives happening all around me. I was terrified. One wrong move and a neighbor could see me. His wife could come home early. His kids could wake up. But I couldn’t stay away. The back door was unlocked, just like his text said. I slipped inside, heart hammering against my ribs, and closed it softly behind me. The house smelled like dinner and laundry — normal family stuff that made what I was doing feel even dirtier. Coach Harlan was waiting in the kitchen, still in his coaching shorts and a tight gray T-shirt that showed off every muscle. His jaw was clenched tight, arms crossed. “You shouldn’t be here, Jake,” he said immediately, voice low and rough. “My wife is supposed to be back by ten. The kid