All Chapters of Filthy Desire : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

By 12:00 p.m. the next day, Mira and Levi were seated in the quiet waiting area of the clinic. Soft instrumental music played overhead. The air smelled faintly of lavender and antiseptic. A few other couples sat scattered around the room, speaking in low voices or scrolling through their phones. Mira’s leg bounced restlessly. Levi kept his hand on her knee, thumb stroking slow, reassuring circles.They were both nervous. Mira was also, against her better judgment, a little thrilled.For the first time she was actually doing something about the empty space where desire was supposed to live. The thought made her stomach twist with equal parts fear and anticipation.A nurse eventually called their names. They stood, exchanged a quick glance, and followed her down a short hallway. The nurse knocked once on a wooden door and opened it for them.“Come in.”The voice that answered was deep, smooth, and unmistakably masculine. Something about the timbre of it slid down Mira’s spine and sett

The following Thursday, Mira and Levi returned to the clinic at exactly twelve o’clock.Mira had spent the entire week in a strange, restless state. Every time Levi tried the technique Antonio had demonstrated, her body responded more than it ever had before—but it still wasn’t the same. The orgasms he managed to pull from her felt muted, incomplete, like pale echoes of the ones the therapist had forced out of her. She hated how much she noticed the difference.When the nurse called them in, Mira’s stomach was already tight with nerves and something darker.Antonio looked the same as last week—crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up, tattoos on full display, long curly hair tied loosely at the nape of his neck. His professional smile didn’t reach his eyes when they landed on her.“Miss Ricardo. Mr. Stallion. Good to see you both. Please, sit.”They went through a short check-in. Levi eagerly reported the homework results. Mira answered in short, careful sentences. Antonio listened, nodde

The house was quiet in that expensive way only a very large home could be.Anita stepped out of the master bathroom with a thick white towel wrapped around her body, another twisted up in her long dark hair. Steam followed her into the bedroom. Her skin was still damp and glowing. At twenty-one she had the kind of body that made people look twice without meaning to — full, heavy breasts the towel struggled to contain, a narrow waist, and a soft, round ass that filled out every pair of jeans she owned. She just didn’t know what to do with any of it.She was still blotting water from her collarbone when the bedroom door opened.George walked in looking worn down. Twenty-four, sharp-featured, and usually polished, he now had his tie loosened and the weight of a long day sitting heavily on his shoulders. As COO under his father, the pressure never really let up. The moment his eyes landed on his wife in nothing but a towel, though, the stress shifted into something else.He stopped and lo

George didn’t come home for dinner the next night.Anita received a short text just after six.*Working late. Don’t wait up.*She stared at the message until the screen went dark, then set the phone face down on the counter. The house felt even larger than usual. She made herself eat a little, showered, and changed into soft shorts and a thin tank top before eventually drifting downstairs again. Sleep felt impossible.The door to Damien’s study was open.Warm light spilled into the hallway. Anita hesitated only a second before stepping into the doorway. Damien looked up from his laptop at once, as if he had been waiting for the sound of her feet.“He’s not coming home,” she said quietly.“I know.” Damien closed the laptop. “Come here, sweetheart.”She went to him. This time he didn’t guide her to the chair. He turned his own chair slightly and pulled her down sideways across his lap, the way someone might hold a person who needed steadying. Anita stiffened for half a second from surpr

George came home for dinner.Anita heard his car just after seven and felt her stomach tighten. She had spent most of the afternoon trying not to think about the night before — about Damien’s mouth between her legs, the quiet confession that he had wanted her for a long time, the way the word *Daddy* still sat warm in her chest. Now her husband was walking through the front door, and the house suddenly felt smaller.She met him in the foyer out of habit.George gave her a brief, distracted kiss on the cheek and handed her his bag. “Something smells good.”“I asked the housekeeper to make the roast you like,” Anita said softly.He nodded, already loosening his tie as he headed toward the staircase. Anita set the bag down and returned to the dining room.Damien was already seated when she came back, a glass of wine in front of him. Their eyes met across the table. Something heavy and unspoken passed between them before George’s footsteps sounded on the stairs. Damien looked away first.