All Chapters of Whispers of Ruin: A Taboo Collection : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

After-Hours Prescription💦🫦“Get on the table, Claire. Legs spread. I’m going to examine every inch of you tonight.”Dr. Nathan Vale’s voice was low and rough as I slipped into his private office after the clinic closed. The lights were dimmed. The door locked behind me with a soft click. My heart was already racing.He stood by the examination table in his white coat, sleeves rolled up, looking every bit the powerful man who had fucked me raw the night before. “Your mother thinks you’re at a study group. Perfect alibi. Now take everything off and hop up. Doctor’s orders.”I stripped quickly — blouse, skirt, bra, no panties like he had instructed — and climbed onto the table. The paper crinkled under me as I spread my legs wide for him.Nathan’s eyes darkened with hunger. “Still full of me from last night?” He pushed two thick fingers inside me without warning. “Fuck, yes. You kept Daddy Doctor’s cum inside you all day like a good girl.”I moaned, hips rocking against his hand. “I fe

First Class Forbidden💦🫦“Follow me to the cockpit, Ava. Now.”Captain Marcus Hale’s deep voice cut through the quiet first-class cabin. The rest of the passengers were either asleep or watching movies with headphones on. The overnight flight to London was only halfway done. I stood up on shaky legs, heart already pounding, and followed him past the curtain into the restricted area.He closed the cockpit door behind us and locked it with a soft click. At forty-six, Marcus was tall, broad-shouldered, silver threading through his dark hair, and still in his captain’s uniform. He was married. My best friend’s father. And the man I had been secretly fantasizing about since the first time he flew me home for Christmas three years ago.“Marcus… the co-pilot…”“Is on a break in the crew rest area for the next forty minutes.” He backed me against the bulkhead, one hand already sliding under my short dress. “You’ve been teasing me since takeoff, Ava. Crossing and uncrossing those legs in firs

Final Approach💦🫦“On your knees in the crew rest area, Ava. We’re alone for the next twenty minutes and I need that mouth before we start the boarding process.”Captain Marcus Hale’s voice was low and urgent inside the small crew rest compartment of the Boeing 787. The return flight to New York was already delayed by forty minutes because of weather. Most of the cabin crew were still in the terminal. The cockpit was empty for now. I dropped to my knees immediately on the narrow bunk, unzipping his uniform pants with shaking hands.“Marcus… the blackmailer is waiting at the gate,” I whispered, but I was already taking his thick cock into my mouth, sucking him deep and messy. “He texted again. He wants both of us or he sends everything to Lila and the airline.”Marcus groaned, one hand fisting my hair, guiding me deeper. “We’ll handle him after takeoff. Right now you’re going to swallow every drop while the plane is still on the ground. Show your captain how much you need this.”I bob

Holding Cell Heat💦🫦“Get in the empty interrogation room, Nora. Lock the door behind you. We have twenty minutes before the next shift change.”Detective Cole Brennan’s voice was low and urgent as he pulled me down the quiet hallway of the precinct. Most of the night staff had already left. The fluorescent lights hummed above us. My heart was racing so hard I could feel it in my throat.I stepped inside the small concrete room and locked the heavy door. The two-way mirror was dark. The camera in the corner had a piece of black tape over the lens, Cole’s doing. He was already unbuckling his belt, eyes dark with hunger.“Cole… the blackmailer texted again,” I whispered, but I was already leaning back against the metal table. “He wants more money or he sends the videos to Internal Affairs and my mother.”“We’ll deal with him later.” He stepped between my legs, shoved my skirt up, and found me bare and already soaked. “Right now you’re going to take your detective’s cock like a good gir

Closed-Door Confession💦🫦“Lock the door, Elena. Then sit on the couch and spread your legs for me.”Dr. Adrian Cole’s deep voice filled the quiet therapy office after the last patient of the day had left. The building was nearly empty. Only the soft tick of the clock on the wall and the distant hum of the air conditioning remained. I turned the lock with trembling fingers, the click sounding far too loud in the silence, and walked toward the leather couch on unsteady legs.He sat in his usual armchair in a dark charcoal sweater and tailored black pants, looking every bit the respected forty-nine-year-old therapist he was. Broad shoulders, silver threading through the dark hair at his temples, a sharp jaw that tensed whenever I spoke about loneliness, and those calm, penetrating eyes that had made me wet every single session for the past four months. He was married. My mother’s therapist before he became mine. And the man I had been secretly craving since the first time he asked me,