All Chapters of A Prison Called Love Taboo: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

KAEL The hospital room smelled like antiseptic and quiet suffering. I immediately hated it. I had driven like a madman the second I got the call from Liam, voice shaking, telling me Selena had been in a car accident. She was stable, he said. Minor injuries. But she didn’t want to see him. She had screamed at the nurses to keep him out of the room. I knew why. I pushed open the door to her private room, heart hammering harder than it had any right to. The sight of her hit me like a fist. Selena lay in the hospital bed, so pale, a bruise on her cheek and bandages on her arm. Her eyes were red from crying. When she saw me, something broke and reformed in her expression all at once; relief, anger, hunger, pain. Monitors beeped steadily beside her. Her eyes were swollen from crying, but the second they locked on mine, something desperate showed in them. She was lying down, hospital gown loose on her body, one shoulder slipping down, exposing the soft curve of her breast.

SELENA “Mrs. Carter? Is everything alright in there?”The nurse’s voice cut through the room like a bucket of ice water. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it would crack. Kael’s thick fingers were still buried deep inside me, curled perfectly against that spot that made my toes curl, his thumb rubbing slow, merciless circles on my swollen clit. I was soaked. Dripping. The wet, filthy sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of my cunt were loud in the quiet hospital room.Kael didn’t pull his hand away. Instead, he leaned down, lips brushing my ear as he whispered, “Answer her, princess. And if you moan, Daddy will make sure everyone hears what a filthy little slut you are.”I swallowed hard, trying to steady my voice while his fingers kept thrusting, slow and deep. “Y-Yes… I’m fine. Just… a bad dream. Thank you.”The nurse paused. “Alright. Call if you need anything.”Her footsteps faded.The second they did, Kael’s fingers thrust harder, deeper, curling vicious

The nurse pushed the door open.Time slowed down.Kael’s thick cock was still buried deep in my throat, pulsing as he came, hot ropes of his cum flooding my mouth. I was choking on it, tears streaming down my face, saliva dripping from my chin onto my exposed breasts. My hospital gown was pushed down, my tits out, my legs spread under the sheet. The wet, filthy sounds of him using my mouth had been loud just seconds ago.The nurse, a middle-aged woman with wide eyes, froze in the doorway, clipboard in hand.For one horrifying second, the room was completely silent except for the beeping monitors and the wet, obscene sound of Kael’s cock still twitching in my throat.“Oh my God—” the nurse gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.Kael didn’t pull out immediately. He kept his hand in my hair, holding me in place as the last spurts of his cum filled my mouth. Only then did he slowly slide his cock out, a thick string of saliva and cum connecting my lips to the head. He tucked himself ba

“Everything okay in there?”The head nurse’s voice was sharper this time, concerned but authoritative. She knocked again, the sound echoing in the small room like a warning.My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.Kael’s cum was still warm on my face, my tits, my tongue. Rachel was on her knees beside the bed, her lips shiny with his cum, her scrubs disheveled, her hand still between her legs. Kael stood tall, his cock still semi-hard, glistening. The curtain was drawn. The door was locked. But the head nurse was right there, just outside.Kael didn’t panic. He wiped his hand on his pants, tucked himself away, and spoke calmly through the door, his voice steady and authoritative. “She’s fine. She had a panic attack. I’m her father-in-law. I’m handling it. Give us a few minutes.”The head nurse paused. “I need to check on her. Hospital protocol.”Kael’s voice didn’t waver. “She’s resting now. She doesn’t want to be disturbed. I’ll call you if we need anything.”The

The new nurse moved around me with professional efficiency, checking my blood pressure, shining a light in my eyes, asking standard questions about pain levels and dizziness. I answered on autopilot; yes, no, a little sore, fine, while my phone burned a hole in my awareness. Rachel’s message sat there like a live wire.Rachel: Mrs. Carter, this is Rachel. I can’t stop thinking about what happened. Please… tell me this isn’t the last time. I need more.Kael stood a few feet away, arms crossed, watching the nurse work with that calm, authoritative mask firmly in place. But I knew him better now. His eyes flicked to me occasionally, sharp and knowing, like he could sense the storm brewing under my skin.My thighs pressed together instinctively under the sheet. The ache between my legs hadn’t faded. If anything, Rachel’s text made it worse, a fresh pulse of heat that had nothing to do with comfort and everything to do with the memory of her tongue buried inside me while Kael watched.I h