All Chapters of Forbidden taste of pleasure: A taboo collection : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ANNE’S POV“Little cunt, I’m going to destroy this pussy of yours,” Adrian said as he thrust his middle finger into my pussy.I arched my back, my hands digging into the sheets until my knuckles turned white. The fabric twisted beneath my grip as I fought to steady my breathing, but every touch only made my pulse race faster.Adrian plunged into my pussy with his thick cock while continuing to work his fingers in and out of me, keeping a relentless rhythm that left me trembling.“Ohh… fuck…” My breath hitched as both his cock and fingers moved together, their pace perfectly synchronized.The room echoed with ragged breathing and low groans. I could barely gather my thoughts as sensation overwhelmed every attempt to stay composed.Enzo pushed his cock into my mouth. The taste of his precum lingered on my tongue as I gagged around him, yet he continued thrusting steadily, never giving me the chance to recover.I grabbed Damien’s cock and felt it harden beneath my touch. Wrapping my fing

KIARA POV“Fuck… kiev, please fuck me, baby,” I heard a moaning voice as I stepped out of my room, the cool air brushing against my skin. I already knew my brother was back from work and had brought his usual one-day girlfriend, someone he’d use and then send away. My jaw tightened slightly.I walked into the kitchen and poured water into a glass cup, my fingers steady despite the irritation building inside me. I leaned against the edge of the shelf and took a slow sip.“Who are you?” a voice cut in.I turned, my brows lifting slightly as I saw a blonde girl standing there, a towel wrapped loosely around her body.“Shouldn’t I be asking you that question? Who are you?” I shot back, swallowing the water, my gaze fixed on her.She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms.“This is my boyfriend’s house. What are you doing here?” she asked, stepping closer with an attitude.I choked on my drink and burst into laughter, my shoulders shaking slightly as I wiped my lips.“Didn’t he tell you to get

Vera’s POVThe sound of my alarm beeped repeated through the silence, jerking me awake at exactly five in the morning. Groaning, I slapped the phone until the ringing stopped before rubbing my tired eyes. Another interview. Another chance to prove that I wasn’t as hopeless as life had made me feel.I moved my legs off the bed and sat there for a moment, staring at the peeling paint on my tiny apartment wall. The past six months had been nothing but rejection emails, unanswered applications, and polite smiles that always ended with, “We’ll get back to you.” They never did.Drawing in a slow breath, I forced myself to stand. “Not today,” I whispered to my reflection as I walked toward the bathroom. “Today has to be different.”After a quick shower, I slipped into a crisp white blouse and a fitted black skirt before fastening the last button on my blazer. I smoothed invisible wrinkles from the fabric, adjusted the small silver earrings in my ears, and tied my hair into a neat low bun. Wh

It was a quiet Saturday evening, and exhaustion weighed heavily on my body after spending the entire day doing house chores. My head throbbed with a persistent ache, while every joint in my body felt sore. I touched my forehead and frowned when I realized how hot my skin felt. “Looks like malaria is back,” I muttered under my breath. Since Newland Hospital was only a few streets away, I decided to go there for treatment. I knew Jamie worked there as a doctor, but I wasn’t worried about running into him. The hospital operated on different shifts, and I convinced myself there was no way fate would be cruel enough to place us in the same room after four years apart.The automatic doors slid open as I stepped into the brightly lit hospital. The smell of antiseptic filled the air, mixing with the faint scent of disinfectant. Nurses hurried through the corridors while patients waited quietly on rows of plastic chairs. Taking a deep breath, I walked to the reception desk and offered the nurs

Mira’s POV The night was unusually quiet. I lay alone in my room after dinner, staring at the ceiling as the silence wrapped around me. My apartment felt emptier than ever, and boredom slowly settled over me. There was nothing worth watching on television, none of my friends were online, and no matter how hard I tried, sleep refused to come. With a sigh, I tossed my phone onto the bed. Barely five seconds later, I reached for it again, unlocking the screen out of habit. My thoughts drifted to Damon. My ex-boyfriend. It had been months since we broke up, yet memories of him still found their way into my mind. I remembered the way he’d smile whenever he caught me staring at him, the lazy Sunday mornings we spent tangled beneath the blankets, and the promises we’d whispered to each other promises that had eventually become nothing more than broken lies. I let out a weary sigh and rubbed my forehead. “Get over him already, Mira,” I muttered, forcing out a humorless laugh.