Semua Bab Forbidden collection : Bab 21 - Bab 30

I stayed out of the house as much as I could. Tuesday I left before Ryan was up and didn’t come back until after midnight. Wednesday the same. I told myself the distance helped. It didn’t. Every time I walked back through the front door the air felt tighter. I could hear him moving around downstairs—the low sound of the television, the fridge opening, the quiet way he set a glass down. Ordinary noises that somehow felt like they were aimed at me. Thursday night I came home earlier than I meant to. Rain had started hard on the walk back from campus. My hoodie was soaked through by the time I stepped into the hallway. I toed off my shoes and headed straight for the stairs, water dripping onto the wood. Ryan was in the kitchen doorway. He looked me over once—wet hair, soaked clothes, the way I was already trying to push past him. “You’re dripping on the floor.” “I’ll clean it up later.” “Cole.” I stopped on the second step, shoulders tight. “What.” He walked closer. N

Ryan’s mouth stayed on mine. He kissed me like he had already decided how this was going to go. One hand stayed on my neck. The other slid down my back and gripped my ass, pulling me harder against him. I could feel every inch of how hard he was. My own cock strained inside my jeans, trapped and aching. I rolled my hips once without meaning to. The friction dragged another sound out of me. Ryan broke the kiss and rested his forehead against mine for a second. His breathing was rough. “Upstairs,” he said. I didn’t answer. I just turned and walked. He followed close enough that I could feel him behind me on the stairs. My hands were shaking when I pushed my bedroom door open. The room was dark except for the streetlight coming through the blinds. I didn’t turn on the lamp. Ryan shut the door. The click sounded final. He reached for the hem of my hoodie and pulled it up. I lifted my arms and let him strip it off. Then his hands were on my bare chest, warm and sure. He dragged his

I arrived on a Tuesday morning with one small suitcase and a letter from the village priest. The house sat behind tall iron gates—white stone, wide windows, a garden too perfect for anyone from my village. A woman in a dark uniform opened the door and led me into the entryway. She told me to wait. Mrs. Evelyn Croft came down the stairs a few minutes later. She was tall and composed, dark hair pinned neatly away from her face. Soft blouse. Skirt that moved when she walked. She stopped two steps from the bottom and looked at me as if she already knew what she wanted from me. “You must be Lena.” “Yes, ma’am.” “Nineteen.” “Yes, ma’am.” She gave a small nod. “Come. I’ll show you where you’ll sleep.” The room was at the back of the house near the kitchen. Narrow bed, wooden wardrobe, one window facing the garden. Evelyn stood in the doorway while I set my suitcase on the floor. “You’ll handle the upstairs rooms,” she said. “Linens, dusting, keeping everything in order. My husband

Mr. Croft closed the door and walked to the bed. He didn’t speak. He looked at me spread out on the narrow mattress—nightdress open, thighs still trembling, face wet from his wife’s cunt—and something dark and certain settled in his expression. Evelyn shifted to the side to give him room. She stayed close enough that her bare hip touched my arm. He sat on the edge of the bed and reached out. His hand was larger than hers, warmer. He rested it low on my stomach, then slid it down between my legs. Two fingers dragged through the wetness Evelyn had left there. I flinched at the directness of the touch. He watched my face while he did it. “Virgin,” he said. Not a question. Evelyn answered for me. “Yes.” He pushed one finger inside me slowly. The stretch burned again. I bit my lip and stayed still. He worked the finger in and out until the resistance eased, then added a second. His thumb pressed against my clit. The dual sensation made my hips lift. A soft sound escaped me. E

They called for me again the following night. I climbed the stairs knowing exactly what waited. The master bedroom door stood open. Evelyn sat on the edge of the bed in her open robe. Mr. Croft stood near the window, already shirtless. Both of them looked at me when I entered. “Close it,” Evelyn said. I locked the door and turned to face them. She pointed to the floor in front of her. “Kneel.” I dropped to my knees on the carpet. Evelyn opened her legs. She was bare underneath the robe. I leaned in and licked her without being told, slow and thorough, the way she had taught me. Her hand settled in my hair. She guided me with quiet pressure until my tongue found the rhythm she wanted. Behind me I heard Mr. Croft moving. The soft sound of oil being poured. His hands gripped my hips and lifted them higher so I was on all fours with my face still buried between his wife’s thighs. He pressed the slick head of his cock against my ass and pushed in. The stretch was familiar now but s