Todos los capítulos de MY DARK CRAVINGS: Forbidden Daddies Taboo Story: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Rose POV Richard didn’t give me time to recover. He pushed me from inside the house by gripping my shoulder firmly while leading me towards the kitchen as if I were his property. My legs are still shaking because they came off during those two orgasms that I was forced to have while sitting on a mat. Cum was slipping down his inner thighs as he walked by me. Every slow drop made it clear that he had already taken over my life a few moments ago. After a while from being hot due to the flames, it was chilly in this room which made me shiver. Kitchen is darkier compared to living room. The under cabinet light was lit by it, giving off an orange glow on top of counter tops and against a large piece of wood furniture. The snowstorm outside of this large window was like an ice wall. The snow fell heavily on it like a sheet of ice. Wind was so strong that it rattled the frame. Storm was coming from all sides to close up our room more tightly as time went by. The smell inside was a mixture

Rose POV Richard walked me down the short hallway with his hand still firm on my lower back. His cum continued to slip down my thighs with every step, warm and sticky. The feeling made my face burn, but it also kept the heat between my legs from fading. He had filled me twice already and still looked like he wanted more. The bathroom was simple but solid — large walk-in shower with glass walls, dark stone tiles, and a rainfall showerhead. Richard reached past me and turned the water on. Steam began to rise almost immediately. He stepped in first, then pulled me under the spray with him. Hot water cascaded over my shoulders and down my body, washing some of the mess from my skin but not the ache he had left behind. Richard watched the water run over my breasts and stomach with open hunger. His cock was already hard again, heavy and flushed, standing against his lower abdomen. “Come here,” he said. I stepped closer. He backed me up until my shoulders pressed against the cool

Rose POV I woke to the sound of the storm still screaming against the windows. The snow was pushed further up against the window. There was a light that filtered through that was flat and gray. Richard's arm was pressing down on my hips. His warmth was pressing against my back in my chest. For a few seconds I stayed still, listening to his slow breathing and the wind outside. The night before was like a bruise in my body, soft. We had not gone past the words and the skin. But his honesty still lingered, his confession, my own admission, his holding me as if it didn't matter what happened in the rest of the world. I shifted slightly. His arm tightened. “You are awake,” he whispered to my hair. He spoke in a hoarse whisper. “But the storm hasn't calmed.” “No,” my hand moved down to his, before his hand went back to the soft curve of my stomach. “Neither have I.” These words had the same message he had given me before we went to bed. This time they landed differently. The

Sandra’s POV I found the statements by accident. It was almost eleven at night. Mom had gone to bed early with one of her migraines, the kind that left her door closed and the hallway quiet. I had only gone into Leonard’s home office looking for a spare charger. The bottom drawer of his desk wasn’t fully closed. When I pulled it open to push it shut, three envelopes shifted and slid forward. My name was on every one of them. I recognised the bank logos immediately. These were the credit cards I had been carefully hiding for months — the ones I opened when my real father cut me off. The ones he had laughed about when I finally swallowed my pride and asked for help. Figure it out yourself, Sandra. You’re not a child anymore. I sat down in Leonard’s chair, heart beating too fast, and opened the first envelope. Paid in full. The second one. Paid in full. The third. Same thing. Every statement showed the same pattern. Overdue notices. Late fees. Then a single clean payment

Sandra POV He straightened and fucked me properly then—hard, steady, possessive strokes that made the desk creak in a slow, deliberate rhythm. One hand remained on my hip, its fingers clenching the soft, fleshy skin so firmly that I knew there would be a mark there by the morning. The other had settled on my neck and in my hair, and had sunk so deep that I arched my neck and tilted my face toward the darkened ceiling, forcing every breath out in a strain. I came faster than I expected. It was intense and abrupt, and my throat was choked, I tried to stifle a scream as it ripped through me. My body was gripping him with strong waves, and for each pulse, it was pulling me harder against the wood, and it felt so good and just a little bit painful. Leonard cursed under his breath and continued to thrust through, making each wave last longer than I could possibly endure, dragging it out until my legs shook and my knees would not bend anymore. The sound of him moving in me was wet, soft