Alle Kapitel von Fantasy collections: Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 40

The final days of our vacation felt like borrowed time. Every stolen moment with Jax carried heavier weight, the knowledge that our affair had an expiration date pressing down on me like the tropical heat. Mark had grown slightly more attentive in the last forty-eight hours—perhaps sensing something off in my distant smiles or the way I returned from “walks” with a glow I couldn’t hide. He suggested a romantic dinner that evening, and I agreed, the guilt twisting sharply in my chest even as I already planned my escape for the afternoon.Jax had messaged me to meet at the most secluded spot yet: a small, semi-hidden cave tucked into the cliffs at the far end of the northern cove. The tide was low, making it accessible for a few precious hours. I told Mark I was going for one last long beach walk to “reflect” before our dinner. He kissed my forehead absently and said he’d catch up on some emails before joining me later for sunset drinks. The lie slipped out too smoothly now.My heart ha

The next day passed in a haze of guilt and unbearable anticipation. I barely slept the night before, replaying every filthy moment from the classroom in my mind. My body ached with need, and my conscience screamed at me to stop this madness.These were my students — brilliant, dominant, and too young for me. Yet when lunch break arrived, I found myself locking my classroom door and walking toward the east wing of the building where I knew they would be waiting.The university corridors were busy with students rushing to the cafeteria. My heart pounded as I spotted them near the men’s restroom at the end of the quieter hallway. Marcus leaned against the wall, arms crossed, while Ethan and Liam stood beside him. The moment they saw me, their eyes darkened with satisfaction.“You came,” Marcus said quietly, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. “Good girl.”“I shouldn’t be here,” I whispered, glancing around nervously. “It’s the middle of lunch. Anyone could walk by.”Liam smirk

I adjusted the strap of my silk dress for the third time, feeling exposed under the soft lighting of the rooftop lounge. The annual industry gala was supposed to be a celebration — my husband, Daniel, had just closed a major deal that would expand his tech firm significantly. Yet as I stood beside him, smiling politely at investors, a quiet unease settled in my stomach.Daniel’s hand rested possessively on my lower back, warm through the thin fabric. “You look stunning tonight, Sophia,” he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to my temple. At thirty-four, I still felt a flutter of affection for him, even after eight years of marriage. He was reliable, successful, safe. Everything a husband should be.Until she walked in.The moment Victoria Lang entered the room, the atmosphere shifted. Heads turned. Conversations quieted. She moved like she owned the space — tall, elegant, with sharp cheekbones and piercing emerald eyes that seemed to cut through everyone in her path. Her crimson gown clu

The orgasm crashed through me like a violent wave, tearing a broken cry from my throat. My pussy clenched violently around Victoria’s thick strap-on, pulsing and fluttering as intense pleasure flooded every inch of my body. My thighs shook uncontrollably around her waist, my nails digging into her shoulders through her suit jacket as wave after wave rolled through me.Victoria didn’t stop. She kept thrusting with those same slow, deep, devastating strokes, drawing out every last pulse of my climax until I was whimpering, oversensitive, and gasping for air.“Fuck… look at you,” she growled, her voice thick with dark satisfaction. She finally stilled deep inside me, buried to the hilt, letting me feel every inch as I trembled around her. “Cumming so hard on your husband’s rival’s cock. Does he ever make you shake like this, Sophia?”I couldn’t answer. My mind was foggy, my body limp against her desk. Victoria leaned down and captured my mouth in a possessive kiss, swallowing my soft, br

I sat nervously on the edge of the examination table, the thin paper sheet crinkling beneath my bare thighs. My heart hammered against my ribs as I adjusted the flimsy gown, trying to pull it tighter over my breasts. At twenty-three, I had never felt more exposed in my life. This was supposed to be a routine checkup — just a new gynecologist recommended by a friend after I moved to the city. Nothing more.The door opened and Dr. Elias Hawthorne stepped inside.He was nothing like I had imagined. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp, aristocratic features and piercing steel-gray eyes that seemed to see straight through me. His white coat stretched across a powerful chest, and the stethoscope around his neck only added to his commanding presence. Late thirties, I guessed. Authoritative. Intimidating.“Miss Harper,” he said, his deep voice smooth and professional as he glanced at my chart. “Elena, correct? I see this is your first visit with me. How are you feeling today?”His tone was cal