บททั้งหมดของ Whispers of Ruin: A Taboo Collection : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

After-Hours Treatment💦🫦“Get on the couch, Elena. Legs spread. We have forty minutes before the cleaning crew reaches this floor.”Dr. Adrian Cole’s voice was low and controlled as I slipped into his office the next evening. The air still carried the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the dry smell of old books and leather. My mother’s session had ended twenty minutes earlier. She thought I was waiting in the lobby to drive her home. Instead I had texted her that I needed to use the restroom and would meet her at the car. The lie sat heavy on my tongue even as I locked the door behind me with a soft, final click.Adrian was already standing by the leather couch, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, the veins in his hands standing out under the warm desk lamp. His eyes were dark with hunger. “Take everything off. I want you bare for me tonight.”I stripped quickly, blouse sliding off my shoulders, skirt pooling at my feet, bra unhooked with trembling fingers, and stood in front of h

Rehearsal Night💦🫦“Come with me. Now. Before someone sees.”Ethan grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the rehearsal dinner garden and into the dark side hallway of the country club. Music and laughter still drifted from the main room where my sister, the bride, was laughing with her bridesmaids. I stumbled after him, heart slamming against my ribs.He pushed me into an empty coat closet and shut the door. The only light came from the thin gap at the bottom. His body pressed me against the wall of coats, expensive cologne and whiskey on his breath.“Ethan, what the hell are you doing?” I whispered. “That’s my sister out there. You’re marrying her in two days.”“I know exactly who I’m marrying.” His voice was rough. He braced one hand beside my head and used the other to tilt my chin up. “And I know I’ve been staring at you all night instead of her. You’ve been staring back.”I should have pushed him away. I should have walked out and told my sister everything. Instead I felt heat r

Wedding Day💦🫦“We have to meet him. There’s no other choice.”Ethan’s voice was tight over the phone at 6:12 a.m. I was already awake, sitting on the edge of my hotel bed in the dark, staring at the blackmailer’s last message. My sister’s bridal suite was two floors down. Hair and makeup started at nine.“Where?” I asked.“Same industrial park. Thirty minutes. Wear something you can move in. And Lila… whatever happens, you stay behind me.”I hung up, pulled on jeans and a dark sweater, and slipped out of the hotel before anyone in the bridal party was awake. The city was still quiet. Ethan’s black car was waiting at the side entrance. He looked exhausted, still in last night’s clothes, jaw set hard.Neither of us spoke much on the drive. His hand rested on my thigh the entire way, heavy and possessive, as if he needed the contact to stay calm.The warehouse looked the same in the gray early light. The blackmailer was already there, leaning against a rusted shipping container, phone

Stolen Hours💦🫦“Come in before someone sees you crossing the yard in daylight.”Ryan opened the guest house door the second I knocked. It was just after ten in the morning. Claire had left for work twenty minutes earlier. My parents were at a doctor’s appointment across town. The main house was empty.I stepped inside. The door clicked shut behind me. Ryan didn’t waste time with words. He backed me against the wall, kissed me hard, and shoved his hand under the sundress I had thrown on. I was already wet. I had been wet since I woke up still feeling him from the night before.“You’ve been thinking about it,” he said against my mouth, fingers sliding through the slickness between my legs. “I can tell.”“Ryan, the blackmailer texted again,” I managed, but my hips moved against his hand anyway. “He wants to meet. He says if we don’t show, Claire gets the videos this afternoon.”“We’ll deal with him later.” He pushed two fingers inside me. The stretch made me gasp. “Right now I need thi

Late Night Confession💦🫦“Don’t go yet.”Jace caught my wrist just as I reached for the door handle of his apartment. The hallway outside was quiet and dim. It was past one in the morning. My best friend Maya, his younger sister, was asleep in the guest room down the hall after a long night of drinks, takeout, and old movies we had all watched together on the couch.I should have pulled away. Instead I let him tug me back inside and close the door softly behind us. The click of the lock sounded too loud in the sudden quiet.“Jace… Maya’s right down the hall.”“I know.” His voice was low. He was still in the soft gray T-shirt and black sweatpants he’d changed into after work. Dark hair slightly messy from where he’d run his hands through it earlier, jaw tight, eyes darker than usual in the low light from the kitchen. “I’ve been trying not to do this for months. It’s not working anymore.”We had always been careful. Friendly. The slightly older brother of my closest friend. The one who