Todos los capítulos de Forbidden stories: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

I woke to the sound of him shifting.The lantern was off. Only faint blue moonlight came through the tent walls. Richard lay on his back less than a foot away. I could see the outline of his chest. I could hear every quiet breath.My own breathing felt too loud. My cunt was already wet. It had been for hours.I turned onto my side facing him. The sleeping bag whispered against the pad. He didn’t move. I watched the dark shape of him and felt my pulse climb hard in my throat. My hand rested on the narrow strip of floor between us. I told myself I was only adjusting. Then my fingers brushed the edge of his sleeping bag.He went still.I didn’t pull back. My fingertips rested against the fabric over his ribs. I could feel the heat of him through it. For a long second neither of us breathed. Then his hand came up and covered mine. His palm was warm and rough. He didn’t push me away. He just held my hand there against his side.My heart was slamming.I shifted closer. My knee touched his t

The last night felt different from the start.We waited until every other lantern on the shore went dark. Then Richard zipped the tent shut and looked at me like he had already decided how far he was going to take things. The air inside felt thicker. My body was still sore from the morning and the afternoon against the tree, but the ache only made me wetter.He didn’t start slow.He pulled my clothes off, pushed me onto my hands and knees, and dragged his cock through the wetness between my legs until I was pushing back for it. When he finally sank into my cunt it was one long, hard thrust that forced a broken sound out of my throat. He gripped my hips and fucked me deep and steady, the wet slap of skin filling the tent. One hand slid up my spine and into my hair, pulling my head back just enough that I had to arch for him.“You take me so well,” he muttered. His voice was low and rough. “This cunt was made for this.”I moaned in answer. He reached under me and rubbed my clit in tight


Chapter 2 I made sure I was free at 1:30 the next night. The request came through at 1:36. Same name. No destination again. I accepted before the screen finished loading. Elias opened the back door, slid in, and shut it softly. The car filled with the faint scent of cold air and whatever soap he used. He met my eyes in the mirror for a second longer than the night before. “You waited,” he said. “I said I’d be working.” He nodded once, like that settled something, and leaned back. “Drive.” I pulled into the empty street. The city felt even quieter than usual — a thin mist hanging under the streetlights, most of the windows dark. We took the long route without discussing it. Past the closed shops, along the river where the water looked black, through neighborhoods that had already gone to sleep. After ten minutes he spoke. “You always this reliable, or just with me?” “Depends on the passenger.” A small breath of something like amusement left him. “Honest answer.”


Chapter 4 I woke to gray light and the sound of someone moving quietly in the kitchen. For a second the unfamiliar ceiling threw me. Then the night came back in pieces — the car, the side street, Elias’s mouth, the way the apartment had felt when the door locked behind us. I sat up slowly. My clothes were folded on the chair near the bed. His side of the mattress was already cool. I found him in the kitchen with two mugs and the coffee already poured. He was wearing yesterday’s shirt and looking out the small window like the morning might require something from him. “You stayed,” he said without turning around. “You told me to.” He glanced over his shoulder. The almost-smile from the night before was gone, replaced by something more careful. He pushed one of the mugs toward me across the counter. “I don’t usually do this,” he said. “Which part?” “Any of it. Requesting the same driver. Asking him to come up. Making coffee the next morning like it’s ordinary.” I wrap

Chapter 1I was never supposed to be there that late.The office emptied by seven most nights. I stayed because the onboarding files were a mess and I didn’t want to look useless in front of my manager on only the second week. By nine the floor was dark except for the emergency lights and the thin strip of gold under Victor Hale’s door at the end of the executive hall.I told myself I was only walking past to use the quieter bathroom near the corner offices. The door to his office was open just enough.I heard her first.A soft, broken moan. Then the rhythmic sound of skin meeting skin. I should have turned around immediately. Instead I stopped, pulse climbing, and looked through the gap.Sienna was on her back on the big desk, skirt pushed up around her waist, one leg hooked over Victor’s shoulder. He was still in his shirt and open belt, sleeves rolled, fucking her in deep, steady strokes. Her head was tipped back. His hand was around her throat — not tight, just holding. The wet so