Novel & Cerita Juegos Prohibidos Novela Completa

“Forbidden Desires” – the title alone had me hooked from the bookstore shelf. I’d been devouring erotic novels like this for months, escaping into worlds of raw passion and unfiltered lust. Today was no different; I was home alone, the house quiet except for the occasional creak of settling wood. No roommates, no interruptions. Perfect.

They settled around the poker table, green felt, expensive chips, cigars and whiskey. Maya served drinks naked, feeling their hands on her ass, her breasts, between her legs as she passed. "First hand," Kane announced, dealing cards. Maya stood beside the table, watching. The tension was electric. These men were playing for her. For time with her body. Victor won the first hand with a full house. "Ten minutes," Kane said, checking his watch. "Victor, she's yours."

After changing, I picked one of my old novels. It was a steamy novel that had a lot of mature scene more than actual conversations. The novel was so old that it was already so brown and had a lot of dog ears. I opened the page to one of the favourite chapter I like in the book. This time I imagined it was Me and Adrian instead of the characters in the book. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I laid on the bed, eyes concentrating on the page. * "I want everything off your body, except for that lingerie you sent in that picture." Leo said to Gabrielle as he walked into the room.

but she wouldn't touch me. Not without consent. My consent. "First of all, we don't do married women. So, are you still married?"

Chapter 2: I Got Handcuffed And Devoured By The Criminals I Was Supposed To Arrest The Spicy Cube is burning through my system like liquid fire. Every nerve in my body is alive. My skin feels too tight. My nipples are aching peaks. And my pussy — God, my poor neglected pussy — is throbbing so hard it almost hurts. I’ve never felt anything like this. Six weeks of celibacy have left me starving, and these two dangerous women are feeding on me like I’m their last meal.

"Don't! Please! I'm going to be your sister-in-law." He pinned me against the wall, his hips pressing into mine. I could feel him, hard and insistent. The sensation was humiliating, yet impossible to resist. It kept teasing my nerves and slowly wearing down my will. Like an animal, Matthew roughly pried my hands away from my chest."Move your hands. Why let something good go to waste? We're family, so what are you afraid of?" At that moment, I felt completely exposed in front of him. Yet deep inside, a fierce thrill surged through me.

"I won't let you make me come. Not unless you're inside me." Something dangerous curls in my belly at being denied the right to give her pleasure. Shit, I'm all but drooling to get a taste of her fresh, young pussy. If I don't hear her moan and know it's my doing, I'm going to lose my mind. That creeping insanity is what makes my voice emerge dark. Scary. "You wouldn't be playing games with me, now, would you, niece?" "It's not a game!" she shouts.

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.

1. LISA I’m Nineteen years old, and my parents still believe I’m their innocent church girl who wouldn’t dare break a single rule. They have no idea how wrong they are. I’ve spent my entire life trapped in that house, watched like a prisoner. The moment their car leaves the driveway, I slip out, find girls who want the same thing I do, and let them devour my pussy in the back seat of cars or rundown motel rooms where no one asks questions. I’ve perfected the art of playing the perfect daughter while my body stays constantly hungry, cunt wet and aching for release.

I pushed his hands off and said, “If you don’t want to fuck me, move aside.” It took all my power to stay on my feet and not wobble to the ground while I moved toward the bed, my shoulder bumping his. I lay on the bed, my back turned to his side. A voice deep in my head kept repeating his words to me. He was just fucking me for the thrill, and why would he not feel the thrill? He had taken one of Cosa Nostra’s forbidden fruit. It was a huge trophy for him.