Midnight Desires: A Taboo Collection のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

The risk made everything hotter. Mom stayed home more often now. She noticed nothing. But every second felt dangerous. My heart raced all the time. I pushed harder. I wanted to see how far we could go.One afternoon Mom took a phone call in her office. The door was closed. Frank worked in the living room. I walked over to him. I wore a loose skirt. No panties. I dropped to my knees between his legs while he sat on the couch.“Lauretta,” he whispered. “She is right upstairs.”I did not care. I pulled his cock out. It was already half hard. I took him deep into my mouth right away. I sucked with hunger. My head bobbed fast. I used all my new skills. I relaxed my throat and took every inch. Wet sounds filled the quiet room.Frank gripped my hair. He looked toward the stairs. His face showed worry and pleasure. I hummed around his cock. The vibration made him groan softly. I deep throated him again and again. My saliva dripped down his balls.Footsteps sounded upstairs. Mom moved around.

Sandra Lucciano stepped out of the black car. The night air felt cool on her skin. She wore a simple red dress that hugged her curves. Her father had told her to look nice for the family meeting. She did not know why it mattered so much tonight.The big mansion stood tall in the hills. Lights shone from every window. Men with guns stood at the doors. This was Palermo territory. Everyone knew the rules here. You did not cross Facondo Palermo.Her father took her arm. “Stay close, Sandra. This is important.”They walked inside. The hall was full of people. Smoke from cigars filled the air. Glasses clinked. Men talked in low voices. Sandra felt eyes on her. She kept her head high.They reached the main room. A long table sat in the center. Her father pulled out a chair for her. She sat down. Her heart beat fast. Something felt wrong.Facondo Palermo entered the room. He was tall and strong. His dark hair was neat. His suit looked expensive. His eyes were sharp like a wolf. Power came o

Sandra woke up alone in the big bed. Sunlight came through the heavy curtains. She stretched her body. It still felt sore from the long wedding night. She touched the ring on her finger. This was real. She was Facondo Palermo’s wife.A maid brought breakfast and clothes. Simple but expensive dresses. Sandra chose a black one. It fit her well. She ate quickly. Then she walked around the mansion. Guards nodded at her but said nothing.The house was like a fortress. High walls outside. Cameras everywhere. Men with guns patrolled the grounds. This was her new home.In the afternoon she heard shouting. Sandra moved closer to the main hall. She stayed hidden behind a door. Facondo stood there with two men on their knees. Their faces were bloody.“You stole from me,” Facondo said. His voice was cold. “No one steals from the king!”One man begged. “Please boss. It was a mistake!”Facondo pulled out a gun. He shot the first man in the head. The sound was loud. Sandra covered her mouth. She al

Facondo surprised Sandra the next morning. “Pack light,” he said. “We leave in one hour.”“Where are we going?” she asked.“Away from everything. Just us.”They drove for hours in a black car with tinted windows. Two guards followed in another vehicle but stayed back. The road climbed into the hills. Finally they reached a secluded villa. It sat on a cliff with views of the ocean. No neighbors. High walls and guards at the gate.“This is my private place,” Facondo told her. “No business here. No calls. Just peace.”Sandra smiled. For the first time she felt truly free.The villa was beautiful. White walls. Big windows. A pool outside. They settled in quickly. Facondo cooked dinner himself. Simple pasta with fresh sauce. They ate on the terrace as the sun set.After dinner they walked on the beach below the cliff. The sand felt cool under their feet. Facondo held her hand. They talked about small things. Favorite foods. Childhood memories. He laughed at one of her stories. The sound wa

Professor Tom Will stood at the front of the lecture hall. He looked at the students with calm confidence. At thirty eight years old, he had a tall, strong build. His dark hair showed a touch of gray at the sides. His sharp blue eyes seemed to see through everyone. He wore a crisp white shirt and dark pants that fit him perfectly. The room fell quiet as he began to speak.“Welcome to Advanced Literature and Desire,” he said in a deep, steady voice. “This class will explore stories about passion, power, and hidden wants. You will read. You will think. And you will share your honest thoughts.”Becky Nick sat in the third row. She was twenty two and had long brown hair that fell past her shoulders. Her green eyes focused on her notebook. She wore a simple blue blouse and a modest skirt. Becky felt nervous but excited. This class was important for her final year. She wanted to do well.Tom walked slowly between the desks as he talked. His presence filled the room. Many students watched hi