All Chapters of Forbidden Tales (A Collection of Short Stories ): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Mia's POV:I froze the moment our eyes met. I didn't know whether to run or apologize—all I knew was that my feet felt glued to the floor, my breathing had paused, and the world had suddenly come to a stop. Well, that didn't last long, because as soon as Kade spoke, it felt like the world was moving again."Mia?" He said, his voice laced with a mocking laugh as his eyebrows squeezed together in slight surprise."Uhm… I didn't mean to…" I stuttered, trying to piece my words together. But in that moment, Kade drew his dick out of Kayda and stood upright, staring at me. I couldn't concentrate—my gaze kept darting from his face to his dick, which was already losing its erection"I should be on my way," Kayda interrupted me, her face flushing red with what seemed like embarrassment as she straightened from the arched position she was in and began hurriedly pulling on her clothes."C'mon babe, you can't just…" Kade's gaze shifted from me to her as he reached out, probably to stall her from

Mia's POV:I didn't sleep. I couldn't.Not a single hour.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him. His smirk, his hands, the way he'd pulled me close and whispered, "you know exactly where to find me."None of it would leave my head. I needed him so badly, and this time I knew touching myself to him wouldn't help matters. I needed Kade himself. But how? The guilt of surrendering myself to my best friend's brother haunted me.What would Lorena say? Would she still want to stay friends? The conflicting thoughts tormented me, and I didn't know what to do about it. Well, to be honest, I knew exactly what to do. I just had to face the repercussions of whatever decision I was going to make. Surrender myself to Kade and potentially lose my best friend? Or put our friendship first and lose something I'd always craved?And the latter was definitely winning the conflict in my mind by a huge margin.Lorena was still sleeping beside me, snoring softly. Oblivious to everything that was going on.I

Shirley's POVThe silence that followed my confession was unbearable. Three pairs of eyes stayed fixed on me, each expression different.Damon looked almost unreadable, his jaw tight as if he were trying to decide whether I'd completely lost my mind.Draven leaned back in his chair, an amused grin spreading across his face like he'd just heard the funniest joke of the year.Damian blinked several times before letting out a quiet laugh."No way," Draven muttered. "You're serious.""I am." The words came out steadier than I expected and for a brief second, none of them spoke then Damon rested his forearms on the table."Have you been drinking?" They asked in unison as I chuckled. Of course I knew the drink was doing more than usual to me but I didn't care. "Yes." I replied truthfully, smiling sheepishly. "A lot?" Draven asked."Enough." His golden eyes searched mine carefully, almost like he was looking for hesitation."You know what you're saying?" He asked, probably to be sure it wa

Shirley's POV The moment we stepped into the living room, Draven's hand brushed against the small of my back and immediately,I knew what he wanted. His touch wasn’t rough,it never was but it carried that unmistakable authority that made my pulse tremble beneath my skin. Damian stood by the door, eyes half-lit in the slightly dark room, his gaze a storm I could never read completely.“Come with us,” Draven murmured, his voice deep and commanding, leaving no room for argument.I stood, waiting for their order. “Come on, let's go in.” Damian said, pulling me along till we got to another spacious bedroom. When we entered their room ,the lights were low. A single candle burned on the table, casting a wavering golden halo that danced across their faces. Damian closed the door behind me, the metallic click sounding final, almost ceremonial.“Tonight,” Draven said, circling around me slowly, “no distractions,no chaos,just you and us.” He whispered. I swallowed hard, my throat dry. I knew

Aria's POV “Welcome, M and M guests," the host purred into her mic. “Tonight is our annual gala Fetish Championship. The longest, kinkiest, most creative couple,or triad will win exclusive access to the chairman's private suite experience, where you’ll get to explore a lot of things.”The entire room erupted into cheers and whistles. My stomach flipped, but not with fear. It was arousal, hot and insistent, crawling over my skin like fire ants. Marcelo’s hand squeezed my thigh, drawing lazy circles on my inner flesh until I felt my legs wobble. “You’re shaking already,” he whispered, his mouth brushing my ear.“She’s nervous,” Another man said, his tone deep and knowing. “And she should be.”My throat went dry.The host called for participants, and before I could protest, Marcelo and this unknown man were pulling me with them. From the little net on my eyes I could see the crowd parting, eyes devouring us as we stepped onto the main stage. We weren’t the only ones,there were at lea