Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dark Desires : A Collection of Filthy Forbidden MM Sins: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Craving My Best Friend’s Father The locker room smelled like sweat and cheap body spray as I peeled off my soaked jersey, the game still buzzing in my veins. We’d won by one point in overtime, and the team was already planning to celebrate at some dive bar. I lingered behind, letting the hot water from the shower beat against my shoulders while the others cleared out. I wasn’t alone for long. Mr. Reyes—Diego—stepped through the door just as I turned off the spray. He was supposed to be picking up his son, my best friend Alex, but Alex had already left with the rest of the guys. Diego filled the doorway in his fitted button-down and dark jeans, the kind of casual that still looked expensive. Salt-and-pepper hair, thick arms from years of coaching and construction on the side, and those intense brown eyes that always seemed to see too much. “Thought you’d be gone with the team, kid,” he said, voice low and rough like gravel under tires. His gaze dragged down my wet body, slow enough

Chapter 3 The afternoon dragged like torture. Alex hung around the house longer than usual, raiding the fridge and complaining about his girlfriend while Diego and I exchanged loaded glances across the living room. Every time Alex turned his back, Diego’s eyes promised hell. My ass still ached from the kitchen counter fuck, his cum dried on my skin under my clothes like a dirty secret. Finally Alex’s phone buzzed. “Gotta bounce. Meeting her at the mall.” He clapped me on the shoulder. “You sticking around, man? We can grab beers later.” “Nah, I’m good,” I said, voice steadier than I felt. “Catch you tonight maybe.” The door shut. Silence hit like a gunshot. Diego crossed the room in three strides, grabbing me by the throat and slamming me against the wall. His mouth claimed mine instantly, rough and starving, tongue fucking deep while his other hand shoved down my shorts. “Been hard since breakfast watching you sit there full of my load,” he growled, fingers finding my hole and p

Chapter 2: Blurred Lines Cole arrived at the top floor at six fifty in the morning. The private elevator opened into silence. He stepped out, adjusted his navy tie, and walked straight to the double doors at the end of the hall. His body still carried the memory of yesterday. Every step reminded him how Marcus had felt inside him. He knocked once and entered. Marcus stood at the window with his back to the room, phone to his ear. He wore a charcoal suit today, jacket off, white shirt stretched across his shoulders. When he turned, his dark eyes locked on Cole and stayed there. “Understood,” Marcus said into the phone. “I’ll handle it.” He ended the call and set the phone on the desk. “You’re early.” “Seven a.m. sharp,” Cole answered. His voice came out steadier than he felt. Marcus crossed the room in three slow steps. He stopped close enough that Cole caught the same clean scent from yesterday. No greeting kiss. No touch yet. Just that heavy gaze moving over Cole’s face, his c

Tempted by the Boss Chapter 4: The Breaking Point They returned from Singapore two days later. The flight home was quiet. Marcus worked on his laptop while Cole sat across from him, both of them pretending the last few nights in the hotel suite had not changed everything. Every time their eyes met, the memory of Marcus buried inside him, of Cole riding him until they both shook, hung between them like smoke. Work the next morning felt normal on the surface. Cole handled calls and schedules from his desk outside Marcus’s office. Marcus stayed behind closed doors for most of the day. But at noon, when the office was empty, Marcus called Cole in. He locked the door, bent Cole over the desk, and fucked him fast and rough with one hand over Cole’s mouth to keep him quiet. They came in under ten minutes. No words after. Just Marcus pulling out, cleaning them both, and saying, “The dinner is tomorrow night. Wear the black suit.” Cole nodded and went back to his desk with Marcus’s come st

The Bodyguard’s Claim Chapter 2: Shared Space The safe house felt smaller after the sex. Alex stood in the kitchen area with a glass of water, still shirtless, pants hanging low on his hips. His body carried the ache from Ryan’s cock and the bruises from strong hands. He watched Ryan move through the apartment like he owned every inch of it. Ryan checked the locks again, tested the windows, then pulled a laptop from a hidden panel in the wall and sat at the small table. Alex walked over and leaned against the counter. “So what now?” Ryan didn’t look up from the screen. “Now we wait for intel. My team is running the attacker’s prints and the vehicle he used. Until we know who sent him and how many more are coming, you don’t leave this apartment.” Alex took a slow sip of water. “And you? You just stay here with me the whole time?” Ryan finally glanced up. His eyes were dark and steady. “That’s the job.” The air between them still crackled. Alex could still taste Ryan on his tong