All Chapters of Sinful Whispers: Forbidden Tales: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Theo didn’t make me say it twice. He stood up with me still in his arms, like I weighed nothing, and carried me the short distance to the bed. The hotel room suddenly felt smaller. More real. He set me down on the edge of the mattress and kissed me again, deeper this time, like the permission I’d given him had unlocked something. I pulled at his suit jacket. He shrugged it off without breaking the kiss. My fingers went to the buttons of his shirt next, clumsy with want. Theo let me undress him, watching my face the whole time. When I finally pushed the shirt off his shoulders, I had to pause just to look. He was even better under the clothes. Solid chest, a light dusting of hair, the kind of body that came from actually using it. I ran my hands over his skin and felt him shiver. “Your turn,” he said, voice low. I lifted my arms. He pulled my blouse over my head and dropped it on the floor. For a second he just stared at my bra and the way my breasts rose with every breath. Then

I woke up to the feel of Theo’s mouth on my neck. For a second I forgot where I was. Then the pleasant ache between my legs and the heavy arm draped over my waist brought it all back. Hotel room. Theo. The way he’d fucked me until I could barely think. “What time is it?” I mumbled. “Almost ten.” His voice was rough with sleep. He kissed the spot just below my ear. “You passed out on me.” “You wore me out.” I felt him smile against my skin. His hand slid up from my waist to cup my breast, thumb brushing lazily over the nipple. It hardened instantly. My body was already responding like it belonged to him. “Stay in bed with me today,” he said. “No rushing off. No real world.” I rolled over to face him. His hair was a mess. There was a faint red mark on his shoulder from my nails. The sight of it sent a possessive little thrill through me. “What about food?” I asked. “I’ll order room service. Later.” He hooked my leg over his hip and pulled me flush against him. He was hard again

The afternoon sun felt too good on my skin for someone who was supposed to be miserable. I stretched out on the pool lounger, water still dripping from my bikini, and closed my eyes. The mansion was quiet except for the soft splash of the pool filter and the occasional bird. Somewhere inside the house, Frank was doing whatever serious bodyguards did when they weren’t watching me. Probably checking locks that didn’t need checking. I should have been bored out of my mind. Instead, I was restless in a different way. My father had locked me in here a month ago after walking in on me at that club. I still remembered the look on his face — pure horror mixed with rage — when he found me on my knees with one guy’s cock in my mouth and another one buried inside me from behind. He didn’t even let me finish. Just dragged me out half-dressed and threw me into the car like I was still a teenager he could control. Now I was under full house arrest. No phone. No visitors. No leaving the property

I gave him two hours. Two hours to pretend what happened in the shower hadn’t cracked something open between us. Then I changed into the shortest, sheerest dress I owned — soft white fabric that turned almost transparent in the right light — and nothing underneath. The hem barely covered the tops of my thighs. Every step reminded me I was completely bare. Frank was in the living room when I walked in, sitting on the large couch with his phone in his hand like he was checking the perimeter logs. He looked up. Whatever he was about to say died when he saw me. His eyes dropped slowly from my face to my breasts, clearly visible through the thin material, then lower. I watched his throat move as he swallowed. “Betty.” My name came out rough. “Go put real clothes on.” I ignored him and walked over, stopping right in front of the couch. The dress shifted with the movement. I knew he could see the shadow between my legs. “Why?” I asked. “Does it bother you?” Frank set his phone down c

My father’s voice cut through the air like a blade. “Frank? You out here?” Frank’s body stayed solid in front of mine, blocking me from view. My heart slammed so hard I could feel it in my throat. His cum was still sliding down my thigh inside my bikini bottoms. The outdoor shower wall suddenly felt too open, too exposed. Frank called back, voice completely steady. “Yes, sir. Just checking the rear perimeter.” Footsteps came closer. I pressed myself tighter against Frank’s back, barely breathing. My father appeared around the corner with another man in a suit — one of his business associates. Both of them stopped a few feet away. My father’s eyes moved past Frank and landed on me. I was still half-soaked, shirtless, bikini bottoms clinging to me, hair dripping. Heat flooded my face, but I forced myself not to look guilty. “Betty,” my father said, frowning. “Why aren’t you dressed properly?” Frank answered before I could. “She was swimming, sir. I told her to get out when I h