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He tasted like a sweet yet deadly wine. “Strip,” he ordered when he finally pulled back. “Everything. Kneel on the floor in front of the altar.” My hands moved on autopilot. Shirt, shoes, jeans, boxers ; all of it piled on the pew. The cold stone floor bit into my knees as I knelt naked in the middle of the church. My cock stood painfully hard, still sore from the edging sessions. Gabriel circled me slowly, fully dressed, drinking in every inch. “Look at you,” he murmured. “Naked and hard in God’s house. Cock dripping on the floor where people kneel to pray. Doesn’t that make you feel dirty, Noah?”

She casually drops the bra on the floor, still focusing out the window. '"Taboo?' Really? Where the fuck did you find that word? Incest, Father. We are talking about incest. Having sex with your family." I shift in my chair. Maybe I'm too careful, but I need a clear sign. "Which is also illegal, and for very good reasons."

"Taking your cousin's cock like a good girl." They started moving together,Damon thrust deep and steady, whispering dirty loving words. "This pussy belongs to family now and no one else will ever feel how perfect you are." Lily wrapped her legs around him, meeting every thrust,the taboo made it intense knowing his blood was the same as hers, that this was forbidden but felt like coming home. He flipped her over, taking her from behind, one hand rubbing her clit while he pounded harder Lily came again, her pussy squeezing around him, soaking the sheets,the pleasure was so strong she saw stars.

One Game Later… Anna and I stare at Evan, Ella, and Noah in wonder. Their stack of cards towers over ours, absolutely destroying us in a game of Taboo. Our jaws drop. “Sweet, sweet victory!” Noah smugly eats a french fry before popping a chicken nugget into his mouth.

“Don’t say it.” “It’s over, Vivian,” Tara whispered. “You crossed the wrong man. Cheng Fu doesn’t forgive.” Vivian froze. The name hit her like a punch. She backed away, shaking her head. “No… he wouldn’t. He can’t do this to me.” Tara looked down. “He already did.” Vivian’s phone buzzed again. A message appeared on her screen unknown number. ‘You wanted fame. Now you have it. Enjoy the spotlight, sweetheart. Your favourite Clara.’

Yet deep inside, a fierce thrill surged through me. My boyfriend, morality, all of it meant nothing compared to this raw, primal need. A low moan escaped my throat, and the words came out before I could stop them. "G-Go easy, please."

“Some torture tool?” He smirked. “You’ll see.” “You didn’t tell me about all this,” I protested, sitting up a little, voice shaking. “I didn’t prepare to get tortured real bad… Please…” “Didn’t you read my description?” he said coolly, opening the box. Nipple clamps, flogger, vibrators, bottles of sauces, whipped cream—everything. “No… no…” I admitted, blushing hard. “Well, that’s on you, not on me.” His voice softened just a touch as he looked right into my eyes. “Safewords is ‘red.’ Say it, everything stops. This is consensual—your body, your choice. But if you stay, you submit.”

My vision blurred as wave after wave of pleasure tore through my body. Derick fucked me through it, groaning at how tightly I squeezed him. But he didn’t stop. He kept pounding into my oversensitive pussy, chasing his own release. Right as another orgasm began building inside me, his phone started ringing on the table beside us. The screen lit up. Alora it was a Video Call. Derick slowed his thrusts but didn’t pull out. He stayed buried to the hilt inside me, my pussy still fluttering around him. He looked at the screen, then at my flushed, shocked face, and a wicked smile spread across his lips.