TRANGRESSION: A Collection Of Forbidden Desires のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Calliope’s stomach twisted as Elena’s silhouette lingered on the balcony, the bride’s white dress glowing like a ghost under the moonlight. For a heartbeat, no one moved. Then Elena turned and disappeared inside without a word.Caspian exhaled sharply, his hand dropping from Calliope’s. “Fuck.”“She saw us,” Calliope whispered, her body still buzzing from the grove, thighs sticky with his cum.“Maybe. Maybe not.” His voice was tight, jaw clenched. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her deeper into the shadows along the garden path, away from prying eyes. The moment they were hidden behind a stone wall covered in ivy, he pushed her back against it again, mouth crashing down on hers in a desperate, angry kiss.This time it was rougher, laced with frustration. His tongue invaded, claiming, while his hands roamed greedily under her dress, squeezing her bare ass. “I shouldn’t want this,” he growled against her lips, biting down hard enough to draw a whimper. “Not with her up there. Not the ni

A sharp knock rattled the door. Evander froze, his heart slamming. He lived like a ghost; no one visited. Especially not at 2 a.m.He saved the draft and minimized the window, then crossed the room on bare feet, the worn floorboards creaking under him. The peephole revealed a woman in a dark hoodie and sunglasses. Something about her posture—the confident tilt of her shoulders, the way she shifted with restless energy—screamed familiar. He cracked the door with the chain still on.“Evander Cross?” Her voice was velvet wrapped in electricity—low, playful, impossible to forget if you’d ever heard it in a theater. She pushed the hood back. Elowen Blake.Likeeee Elowen Blake. Golden waves of hair tumbled free, framing those famous storm-gray eyes and the mischievous curve of her lips that had launched a thousand magazine covers.Evander’s mouth went dry. “You’re… this has to be a prank.”She slipped inside before he could protest, closing the door behind her with a soft click. The scent

Production ramped up. The screenplay—now pulsing with Evander’s darkest desires—shaped every scene. Elowen insisted he stay close, crediting him publicly as “creative consultant” while keeping their personal entanglement secret. The forbidden nature only fueled the fire.Days on set became exquisite torture. Evander watched from the shadows as Elowen filmed the erotic thriller’s core sequences. In one, she writhed beneath her co-star in simulated passion, silk sheets barely covering their bodies. But her eyes always found Evander’s. Each moan, each arch of her back was a private performance. He grew painfully hard just watching, fists clenched at his sides.During breaks, she’d pull him into hidden corners. A quick, filthy blowjob in a prop room while the crew milled outside. Her on her knees, storm-gray eyes locked on his as she swallowed him to the hilt, humming around his length until he spilled down her throat. “Good boy,” she’d whisper, licking her lips. “Save the rest for tonigh

Vannia adjusted the strap of her apron, her gaze drifting across the bustling café once again. There he was—Marcus Hale—sitting at his usual corner table, typing on his laptop with that intense focus that made her stomach tighten. At forty-eight, he carried his age like a weapon: broad shoulders filling out tailored shirts, silver threading through dark hair at his temples, and a quiet authority that commanded the room without effort. He was her supervisor’s boss, the regional manager who occasionally dropped in to oversee operations. And for two years, Vannia had been quietly, desperately in love with him.He never seemed to notice her. Polite nods, brief instructions, nothing more. She was just the twenty-three-year-old barista whose father had died three years ago, leaving her and her mother to scrape by. Marcus was older, successful, and completely out of reach.Until today.The bell above the door chimed, and Vannia’s mother, Lena, walked in with a bright smile. At forty-two, Le

Vannia lay panting on the bed, her body still twitching from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Marcus’s cock glistened with her juices as Lena sucked him clean with hungry, slurping sounds. The sight sent fresh heat pooling between Vannia’s thighs.“Come here, baby,” Lena murmured, pulling back and guiding her daughter closer. “Taste how sweet you are on Daddy’s cock.”Vannia didn’t hesitate. She leaned in and took Marcus into her mouth again, tasting the mingled flavor of herself and her mother. Marcus groaned, his hand gently fisting her hair as she bobbed on him. Lena watched with dark, approving eyes, then moved behind Vannia, spreading her ass cheeks and licking slowly from her dripping pussy up to her tight little hole.Vannia moaned around Marcus’s thick shaft, the new sensation making her push back against her mother’s tongue. Lena ate her eagerly, tongue fucking her pussy while her fingers rubbed tight circles around her clit.“Such a hungry little family,” Marcus said, voice ro