All Chapters of TRANGRESSION: A Collection Of Forbidden Desires : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

By the third week the house had stopped feeling like Clara’s temporary absence and started feeling like a climate.Nina learned Adrian’s schedule the way you learned weather in a new city. He took calls from the upstairs office between nine and noon, headphones on, voice low and even. He reappeared for food in irregular intervals, sometimes with the slightly stunned look of someone pulled out of deep water. In the late afternoons he often went down to the basement gym; she would hear the rhythmic thud of the rowing machine through the floorboards and find herself timing her thesis paragraphs to it without meaning to.They cooked together more nights than not. Nothing elaborate—pasta, roasted vegetables, the braise repeated by request—but the kitchen kept putting them in the same small physical sentences. Reach. Excuse me. Can you—? The language of shared drawers and shared heat. Nina stopped jumping every time their shoulders touched. That almost worried her more than the jumping had.

They did not leave the bedroom for three hours.The first time had been a break. The second was a confirmation. Adrian rolled Nina onto her stomach, dragged her hips up, and pushed into her from behind with a low sound that seemed dragged out of him against his will. The angle made her fist the sheets and press her face into the pillow that still held a ghost of Clara’s shampoo. He fucked her slower this time—deep, deliberate strokes that forced her to feel every inch—while one hand reached under her to rub tight circles over her clit. She came with a muffled cry. He followed soon after, forehead pressed to her spine, pulsing inside her like the decision was still happening in his body.The third time was almost quiet. Face to face, legs tangled, the late-afternoon light striping the bed through half-closed blinds. Adrian moved in long, grinding thrusts and watched her the whole time, eyes dark with a mix of hunger and something like disbelief. Nina came again with her mouth open agai

Tuesday night dissolved into something that didn’t feel like time.Adrian ran a bath in the master suite’s deep tub without asking, steam ghosting the mirrors, and held out a hand for her as if this were a ritual they had practiced for years instead of days. Nina stepped in and sank between his legs, her back to his chest, the water rising around them in a soft flood of heat. For a long minute he only held her. His mouth rested at her temple. One forearm lay heavy across her breasts under the water; the other hand stroked lazily along the inside of her thigh without climbing higher. The restraint was its own kind of touch.“You’re quiet,” he murmured against her wet hair.“I’m cataloguing.”“What.”“The way your breath changes when I shift. The exact temperature where the water stops covering my nipples. How hard you are against my back while you’re pretending this is only a bath.”His laugh was low and rough. “I’m not pretending very well.”“No,” she agreed. “You’re not.”She turned

For three seconds neither of them breathed.The screenshot sat on Nina’s phone like a weapon: the lower edge of the frame catching Adrian’s bare shoulder, the pale curve of Nina’s breast, sheets pooled nowhere near modest. Clara’s message underneath was still glowing.*Either the guest room got a lot more crowded… or you two need to explain this before I start filling in the blanks myself.*Adrian took the phone from her hand, stared at it, and set it face-down on the coffee table with a control that looked expensive to maintain.“She’s waiting,” he said.“I know.”“If we leave her on read—”“I know.”Nina’s body was still thrumming from his mouth. Her leggings were around one ankle. His cum was still inside her from the office. The absurdity of having to construct a lie while half-dressed and dripping made something wild and reckless rise in her throat.Adrian’s eyes dropped to the mess between her thighs, then back to her face.“Answer her,” he said, voice rough. “And keep looking a

The progress bar reached 34% before the hotel Wi-Fi on Clara’s end failed again.Adrian refreshed the admin page until the numbers stopped meaning anything. 34%. Stuck. A temporary mercy that felt like a finger on a trigger instead of a reprieve. He closed the laptop, crossed the bedroom, and found Nina face-down in the ruined sheets where he’d left her, thighs still shiny, his cum drying in a thick smear along the crease of her ass.He didn’t speak.He climbed onto the bed, spread her open with his thumbs, and licked her from clit to hole in one long, greedy stroke. Nina moaned into the pillow, already pushing back. He ate her like that—slow, filthy, thorough—tongue fucking into her used cunt, sucking her clit, biting the soft inside of her thigh when she tried to close her legs. When she came it was with a muffled sob and a fresh gush against his mouth. He licked that up too.Then he flipped her onto her back, shoved her knees to her chest, and drove his cock into her in one heavy t