Lahat ng Kabanata ng MY DARK CRAVINGS: Forbidden Daddies Taboo Story: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Annabel’s POV The restaurant felt like a fucking joke. The candle had melted into a sad little puddle on the table, and I was sitting there in this tight black dress that hugged my tits and ass perfectly, heels making my legs look endless, wearing the expensive perfume I almost never bothered with. All dressed up for a man who couldn’t even show up. I glared at my phone again. Jared’s message stared back at me like a slap: “Sorry babe, last-minute appointment I can’t miss. I promise to make it up to you this weekend, okay?” “Appointment my foot,” I hissed under my breath, finishing the last of my wine in one angry swallow. This was the same shit over and over. Jared was exactly like the others — good-looking on paper, nice job, said all the right things in the beginning. But when it came time to actually show up, they never did. I was getting tired of being the girl who waited. Tired of convincing myself that “next time” would be different. I paid the bill, grabbed my coat, a

Annabel’s POV It was raining non-stop, as if the night were not coming to an end. Little aftershocks still ran through me and my body still hummed when Lucas remained buried in me, his balls twitching every few seconds with the final throes of his release. I hadn't had the strength to do anything about a dull ache that I felt in my lower back from the steering wheel. He pressed a lingering kiss to my temple, his lips rubbing soft against my skin.He softly asked, “You okay?” His voice was gravelly and strained from sex, but that old military tone remained underneath, firm even after he'd just made me go limp in the driver's seat of his vehicle. I could hardly contain my laughter. It was so breathless. “My legs feel like jelly, this dress is officially ruined, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to feel your dick for days every time I move. But yeah… I’m more than okay. I feel alive.” The vibration, a low one, was rumbling against my back and he chuckled. “Good. I'm not even halfway fin

Cleo’s POV “Fuck… Sir, please…” I moaned loudly, my voice breaking with raw desperation. The words tumbled out shaky and needy, like I couldn’t hold them back even if I tried. I was spread wide open on my unmade bed, legs trembling so badly the muscles in my thighs burned, my back arched high off the messy sheets as the thick, realistic thrusting dildo worked deep inside my soaked pussy. God, it felt so fucking good and yet not enough. The toy… veined just right, warm to the touch from the built-in heater, fully automatic… pumped in and out with that steady, filthy rhythm that made wet, obscene squelching sounds echo through the room every single time it stretched my tight walls open and dragged back out slowly. The slight upward curve hit that perfect, sensitive spot against my front wall over and over, sending jolts of pleasure that made my toes curl and my eyes roll back. On my phone propped up on the pillow, the video call was active. The screen showed a dark room bathed

Cleo’s POVMy heart hadn’t stopped racing since Marcus’s hands steadied me by the grill. Every time I glanced his way across the backyard, he was already watching me… quiet, steady, that small knowing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth like he held every secret I’d ever whispered in the dark. I helped carry plates and refill drinks, smiling at relatives, but my skin felt too tight, my thighs still slick from the rush of heat his whispered “princess” had caused. The word echoed in my ears, no longer pixels on a screen but a living breath against my neck.The afternoon stretched lazily into evening as the barbecue shifted toward dinner proper. Dad had set up long tables on the dinning table, laden with grilled meats, fresh salads, golden cornbread, and Mom’s old recipes that he’d tried so hard to recreate. String lights flickered on one by one as the sun dipped lower, casting a warm, golden glow over everything. The air smelled of charcoal, rosemary, and summer jasmine from Mom’

Cleo’s POVThree days after the barbecue I was unraveling.Work was a blur. I stared at design mockups until my eyes burned, but all I could think about was Marcus’s hands on me in that tiny bathroom while my family laughed downstairs. The guilt sat heavy in my chest. Dad’s texts asking how I was doing felt like knives. Mom had only been gone a few years. How could I do this to him?I hadn’t touched the thrusting dildo since that night. I hadn’t answered Marcus’s messages properly either … short, distant replies. The loneliness that had first driven me to him was back, sharper now because I knew exactly what I was missing.Then yesterday evening his message came:Marcus: Hey princess, I’ll love you to meet me at Room 1427, The Meridian Hotel. 8pm tomorrow. Come if you’re ready, if you can’t I perfectly understand. No rules tonight.No commands. No tasks. Just an invitation. It scared me more than any order ever had.I went anyway.The hotel room was warm and softly lit. Marcu