Alle Kapitel von TRANGRESSION: A Collection Of Forbidden Desires : Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 9

Rhiannon’s back arched sharply against the heavy oak desk as Professor Elias Zephyr drove into her with a deep, possessive thrust. Her legs were spread wide, and her skirt bunched around her waist, panties dangling from one ankle. The sharp slap of skin on skin filled the dimly lit home office, mingling with her desperate moans.“Fuck… Professor,” she gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. At twenty-one, she had never felt anything like the thick stretch of his cock splitting her tight pussy open. Zephyr, thirty-eight and married, gripped her hips harder, pounding into her with controlled power. His stormy gray eyes burned into hers as sweat glistened on his sharp cheekbones.“That’s it,” he growled, voice rough with lust. “Take your tutor’s cock like a good little student. This tight cunt is soaking for forbidden poetry, isn’t it?” He askedHe slammed deeper, hitting a spot that made her cry out. Rhiannon’s walls clenched greedily around him, juices dripping down her thighs ont

The late-night session crackled with dangerous energy the moment Rhiannon entered Zephyr’s home office. His wife was due back early the next morning, but the looming risk only made their hunger sharper. Rain lashed the windows as they abandoned any pretense of studying poetry. The books lay forgotten on the floor.Zephyr had Rhiannon pressed against the tall bookshelf, her dress shoved up around her waist, legs locked around his hips. His thick cock drove deep into her soaked pussy with powerful strokes, the wooden shelves rattling behind her with every thrust.“Elias… fuck me harder,” Rhiannon moaned, her nails raking down his back. “I need all of you tonight.”Zephyr growled, gripping her ass tighter as he pounded into her. “This is what all those poems were leading to — my innocent student dripping down her married professor’s cock.” His stormy eyes burned into hers while sweat glistened on his sharp cheekbones. He fucked her with deep, claiming strokes, his balls slapping wetly ag

The sharp crack of leather echoed through the dimly lit private suite in The Veil. Mistress Izzy stood tall in her blood-red latex corset, the material gleaming under the low red lights like fresh sin. Her thigh-high stiletto boots planted firmly apart, and she brought the crop down again across the bare back of the man kneeling before her.A low, guttural groan escaped his lips.“Count it,” she commanded, her voice a velvet whip itself—smooth, dark, and impossible to disobey.“Six, Mistress,” he rasped, muscles tensing under sweat-slicked skin.Isolde—now fully Mistress Izzy—smiled with dark satisfaction. She circled him slowly, the click of her heels deliberate, letting him feel her presence in every shadowed corner of the room. The air was thick with the scent of leather, arousal, and expensive cologne. This client had paid a premium for her time tonight, but something about him felt different. Familiar. Dangerous.She stopped in front of him, tilting his chin up with the tip of he

The next morning, Thorian kissed Adanna’s forehead, his lips lingering a second longer than usual. “Sleep in today, babe. You look... exhausted in the best way.” He smiled, but his eyes carried the weight of his own secrets as he grabbed his briefcase and headed out into the Lagos morning traffic.Adanna lay in their king-sized bed, body still deliciously sore from the night before. Every shift of her hips reminded her of Mistress Izzy’s powerful thrusts, the way that thick strap-on had stretched and owned her. She touched the faint bite mark on her neck, hidden under her hair, and smiled. She had to see her sister for lunch today. Life felt strangely electric.Across the city, Isolde sat in her glass-walled office at Apex Dynamics, reviewing contracts. The memory of the masked woman from The Veil kept intruding—those familiar curves, that breathy moan, the exact way she had cried out. After Adanna’s late-night text, the unease had grown into something sharper. She pushed it aside. Co

The private jet touched down near Camp Evergreen two days later. Pine-scented air and the distant lap of the lake hit Ariadne like a time machine, dragging her back to humid nights and forbidden touches she’d tried to forget. Their parents chattered happily about bonding activities as they piled into the waiting golf cart, clueless to the storm brewing between their children. Victor clapped Lysander on the back, laughing about “making new memories,” while Elena squeezed Ariadne’s hand, eyes bright with hope for this blended family bullshit.The assigned family cabin had two bedrooms connected by a shared living space. “Perfect for closeness,” Elena had beamed, completely unaware.Lysander’s eyes met Ariadne’s as they dropped their bags in the main room. Dark. Hungry. Promising. The look alone made her thighs clench, heat pooling low despite the cool mountain breeze drifting through the open windows.That first night, after their parents left for the main lodge for some welcome mixer,