Lahat ng Kabanata ng MY DARK CRAVINGS: Forbidden Daddies Taboo Story: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Mara’s POVThe frustration from the elevator followed me for the next few hours. Every time Theo and I passed each other in the hall, our eyes would catch and hold a second too long. We didn’t talk about it outright. There wasn’t time. But the tension was there, thick and constant, making my body feel hypersensitive. Hearing his voice giving orders made my stomach tighten. I kept remembering his fingers on me, the way he’d almost gotten me there, and then the doors had opened.Tonight the shift had been especially brutal. Two new admissions, a family member who wouldn’t leave, and a storm that kept knocking the power out in short bursts. By five in the morning, I was dead on my feet. Theo looked just as worn out when he found me in the supply hallway.“You look like you need a break,” he said quietly.“I need sleep. Or coffee. Or both.” I rubbed my eyes. “You don’t look much better.”He glanced around, then lowered his voice. “There’s an on-call room down the hall. Empty, I checke

Mara’s POV The tension from the medication room and Theo’s office clung to me like a fever for the rest of the shift. My body wouldn't stay still. Sparks would trail along my nerves with each touch of any piece of fabric against my skin. My nipples remained tight and sensitive, touching my bra with each step. The throb was never far from my mind, between my thighs I was slick and aching, I'd been thoroughly claimed by Theo earlier. I still smell him on my breath, I still feel his fat dick spreading me open, the heat of his ejaculation marking my body with paint. I couldn't work at all, I just couldn't get him out of my head and never out from my mind. Toward the end of the shift, I noticed that Theo was looking at me across the nurses' station. What he did, he gave me a look of fire, and it was subtle enough for everyone else, but it was unmistakable for me. He went and leaned over toward the waiting room. My stomach turned over, with nerves and raw hunger twisted together. After

Tiara’s POV I stood in that steamy shower, water dropping from my face, my arms, my legs, my feet, as though the water could wash away the emptiness of the past six years. I was 39 years old and now I felt like a ghost in my own house—Tiara Reynolds. Michael's absence had left more than just a pillowed head. It left unpaid bills piling up on the kitchen counter week after week, awkward silences at family dinners that seemed to last forever until someone would turn to a different topic, and a loneliness that was like a knife that would never stop cutting. How did we end up here? I ran my soapy hands over my entire breasts, down the soft curve of my stomach and between my thighs, and I wondered bitterly. Michael had ceased to touch me before he left. The last time we had sex, it was mechanical, it took five minutes, there was no eye contact, there was no passion, just him grunting once and rolling off like he'd just finished some chores. I can't even recall when I last had a boner

Tiara’s POV I was shaking slightly as I guided Johnson up the rickety wooden stairs to my room. It was now silent, except for my heart pounding loudly and my soft steps. Each step was another irreversible step, even deeper into my soul than the last. This is my stepson. The boy I raised, bandaged knees for, who I tucked into bed with bedtime stories for. But all the warning voices in my mind were silenced by the persistent pain in my groin and by the firm yet comfortable pressure of his hand in mine. Guilt was in tow, but it could not stop me from taking things further, as Desire had taken control. I closed the bedroom door softly behind us with a click and turned the lock. The sound resonated like a final judgment; sealed, permanent, it was our fate in this forbidden moment. There was only one bedside lamp lighting the room dimly, and it cast warm golden light over the rumpled bedding, which still smelled of my perfume and laundry powder. Johnson was so adorably nervous in the m

Tiara’s POV I barely had time to straighten my sundress and wipe the evidence of what we had just done off my thighs before Clara walked through the front door. The beating of my heart was still loud. I puffed out a fake smile, as my pussy still throbbed and leaked out Johnson's warm cum. I heard the sound as I felt it drip down my inside leg slowly, under the thin material. “Hey, you're back,” I said trying to sound normal. “Forget something?” Clara nodded and took her charger from the living room. “Yeah sorry, I'll be out of your hair again soon.” Johnson remained up all day. What a good and smart boy he is. Clara did eventually leave, and the house seemed to be filled with a palpable sense of unease. We were almost caught twice in the span of less than a day. Being a risk was part of the fun. I had to use my legs to stand up and my body was still buzzing from the kitchen table. Each of the steps reminded me of the bigger cock he stretched me on earlier. Later that evening,