Todos los capítulos de Forbidden Holes: A Filthy Taboo Collection: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

The next morning Kane was already at the kitchen table when Ava came downstairs.He didn’t look up from his coffee. He just said, quiet and flat, “You’re not coming to the warehouse anymore. Not unless I bring you myself. That’s the rule.”Ava paused in the doorway, still sore from the night before. Sitting down at breakfast had been its own special kind of hell. Every shift of weight reminded her exactly where his hand had been.“You’re grounding me from a warehouse?” she tried to joke.Kane finally looked at her. Those same dark eyes. “I’m telling you how it’s going to be. Break the rule and we go longer. Clear?”She swallowed. Nodded once.She lasted thirty-six hours.The second night she told herself she was only driving past. Just to see if the lot was full. Just to hear the noise from the street. But the side door was propped open the way it always was when the early fights were starting, and her feet carried her inside before her brain caught up.The place was louder than usual

Kane was already in the office when she arrived, but something felt different.No belt on the desk. No strap. Just him sitting in the chair, elbows on his knees, watching the empty cage through the two-way mirror like he was waiting for a fight that hadn’t started yet. The warehouse was quiet. Too early even for the regulars.Ava closed the door behind her. The lock clicked out of habit.He didn’t tell her to strip.He just looked at her for a long time and said, “Why do you keep coming back?”The question landed harder than any spanking. Ava opened her mouth, closed it, then tried for the usual deflection. “Maybe I like the attention.”Kane’s voice stayed quiet. “Don’t do that. Not tonight. You’ve shown up every time I told you not to. You’ve taken everything I gave you and still walked back through that door. I want the real reason.”Something in his tone stripped the bravado right off her. She stared at the floor. Her throat felt tight.“Because it’s the only time anyone’s ever look

The kiss wasn’t soft.It was claiming, almost aggressive. His mouth took hers like the argument had already been decided. Ava made a broken sound against his lips, still half-fighting, still trembling, but her body betrayed her almost immediately. She kissed him back harder, tasting salt and anger and the bone-deep relief of being protected so completely it bordered on madness. His tongue slid against hers, slow and deliberate, and she opened for him with a helpless little moan that seemed to please him.He released her wrists only so he could grab her hips and lift her. Two steps and the backs of her thighs hit the edge of the desk. Kane shoved everything off it with one sweep of his arm—papers, an empty mug, the old leather strap that had marked her more than once. The crash of it all hitting the floor barely registered. He pushed her down onto the wood.Clothes came off in rough, impatient pieces. He yanked her jeans and panties down together in one hard pull, dragging them off her

I woke up the next morning with the taste of him still ghosting across my tongue.It was imaginary, of course. I had brushed my teeth twice the night before and once again when I got home. I had scrubbed my face, changed clothes, stood under a shower hot enough to turn my skin pink. None of it mattered. Every time I swallowed I remembered the exact weight of him, the way the head had pressed against the back of my throat, the low, rough sound he made when he started coming. My stomach flipped. Heat licked low between my legs like the memory itself had hands.I told myself it was a one-time mistake. A drunken, stupid, anonymous mistake that would stay in that dark booth forever. Ethan had no idea it was me. The mask had covered half my face. The lighting had been terrible. He had probably already forgotten the entire thing.I almost believed it until Sunday afternoon.Jenna texted at noon: ‘Family dinner at 6, you should come, Mom’s making that lasagna you like. Ethan’s home for the we

I almost didn’t go.The invitation had been sitting on my kitchen counter for three days. Thick cream cardstock, gold embossing, the kind of thing that made it clear this wasn’t optional. Jenna’s father had just closed a government contract big enough to put their family name in the business papers for months. The entire extended family, plus a handful of close friends, had been summoned to the countryside mansion for a full weekend of celebration. Two nights. Formal dinners. Forced smiles. Too much wine.I packed a bag anyway.The drive up was quiet. Jenna talked the whole way — about the contract, about which cousins would be unbearable, about how her mother had already hired extra staff and threatened everyone into best behavior. I nodded in the right places and stared out the window and tried not to think about the thin silver bracelet I had left hanging inside a gloryhole four nights ago. The one with my initial on it. The one Ethan would recognize the second he saw it.If he had