All Chapters of Forbidden Little Pet: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The second full day of the blizzard felt endless. Snow continued to pile against the cabin walls, cutting them off from the world. Power remained out, and the only light came from candles and the steady glow of the fireplace. Harper’s body was in a constant state of low-level ache after Caleb’s teasing that morning. Every time she moved, she felt the ghost of his tongue and fingers.Caleb had spent most of the afternoon chopping more firewood and checking supplies, but she caught him watching her constantly — eyes dark, jaw tight, like he was fighting a losing battle.After a simple dinner of canned soup heated over the fire, Caleb pulled out an old deck of cards from a drawer.“We need a distraction,” he said, voice low. “Strip poker. But with a twist. Truth or dare version. Loser of each hand has to answer a truth or take a dare.”Harper’s pulse quickened. “You’re on.”They sat cross-legged on a thick blanket in front of the fireplace, candles flickering around them. The first few

The morning after felt surreal. Harper woke up tangled in Caleb’s arms on the thick rug in front of the dying fire. Her body was sore in the most delicious ways — thighs aching, pussy still faintly throbbing from how deeply he had claimed her the night before. Caleb’s cum had dried on her inner thighs, a sticky reminder of how many times he had filled her.Caleb stirred behind her, his hard cock pressing against her ass. He kissed the back of her neck, hand sliding possessively over her hip.“Morning, baby,” he murmured. “How do you feel?”“Full,” she whispered, pushing back against him. “And still needy.”He groaned softly. “The snow’s slowing down. Roads might clear by tomorrow. We don’t have much time left before the real world comes back.”The words sent a thrill through her. The danger of being discovered made everything sharper.Caleb stood and pulled her up with him. He led her to the large picture window overlooking the snow-covered mountains. The glass was cold against her b

The text came at 8:47 PM.Professor Kane: My apartment. 151 Oakwood Drive. Apartment 3B. Come straight here after your last class. Wear the skirt from today. No panties. Do not make me wait.Elena’s hands shook as she read it. She had spent the entire day in his lecture sitting bare under her short plaid skirt, thighs clenched, pussy aching every time he looked at her. Now she stood outside his apartment door, heart pounding, the cool night air teasing her exposed wetness.She knocked softly.The door opened immediately.Professor Kane stood there in a black button-down with the sleeves rolled up and dark slacks. His silver-streaked hair was slightly tousled, and the look in his eyes was pure hunger.“Inside,” he said.The moment the door closed, he pressed her against it, kissing her like he’d been starving for hours. His tongue claimed her mouth while one hand slid under her skirt, finding her bare and dripping.“Good girl,” he growled against her lips. “Exactly as I asked. Soaking

Friday evening arrived like a storm. Professor Kane had sent one simple text after her last class:My house. 8 PM. Pack nothing but yourself.Elena stood on his porch at exactly 8 o’clock, wearing a simple black dress with nothing underneath. The door opened before she could knock.Adrian Kane looked devastating in a dark button-down and slacks, sleeves rolled up. He didn’t speak. He simply pulled her inside, closed the door, and pressed her against it with a deep, consuming kiss.This time there was no slow build. The hunger between them had reached its breaking point.He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her up the stairs to his bedroom. Candles were already lit, casting a warm glow across the large bed.He set her down gently but kissed her like he was starving — tongue claiming her mouth, hands sliding under her dress to grip her bare ass.“No panties all day again?” he growled against her lips.“Yes, Daddy.”“Good girl.”He peeled the dress

Chapter 1: The First MistakeSophia Reynolds’ heels clicked softly against the marble floors of Voss Tech Tower as the rest of the building emptied out. It was her fifth day as a summer intern, and she was already chasing perfection like it owed her money. The clock on her sleek monitor read 8:47 PM. Most of the other interns had gone home hours ago, but Sophie stayed. She always stayed.The report in front of her had to be flawless. Alexander Voss himself had requested updated projections for the Milan partnership, and she wasn’t about to hand in anything less than perfect. Not when the man was basically a walking legend—ruthless, brilliant, and unfairly gorgeous at forty-two.She’d only seen him twice in person: once during orientation when he’d given a brief welcome speech, and once in the elevator where his dark gaze had flicked over her for half a second before the doors opened. That half-second had lived rent-free in her head ever since.Sophie pushed a loose strand of her wavy