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She said as she stood up and walked away. And that was how I went to Eva’s place that night. I needed to explain and I needed her to hear me. But when I got there, I stopped. I heard moaning sounds coming out of her apartment as I froze. Through the window, I saw them. Eva and Daniel with Eva Sitting on his laps as he ran his hands through her body while they kissed. They weren't having sex but they were both half naked. Something dark twisted inside me. My jaw clenched. My hands shook. And it was at that moment I knew I was standing at the edge of something dangerous.

But in that fraction of a second, the SAEKGUI inside In-young's deepest reaches completely shattered the gates of taboo. The thrilling taboo of forbidden exhibitionism—the tension and shame that voyeurs on the vast open ocean might catch them in this depraved act of mating. It did not act as terror, but rather as the ultimate aphrodisiac, sending electrifying thrills through her entire body. "Do not stop...! Sam-seok, row the oars!" "Do not stop, thrust into my cunt harder, breed me like a beast!" Growling, In-young wrapped her arms even more fiercely around his neck as he tried to detach her.

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************

“Good girl. Take every drop. Let your womb drink your step-brother’s cum.” He lost control. He fucked me through three screaming orgasms, choking me, slapping my tits, calling me his dirty taboo slut. When he finally came, he roared and pumped what felt like liters of hot cum straight into my womb. So much it overflowed instantly, running down my ass in thick white rivers. “Feel that? That’s me marking you from the inside. No one else will ever have this cunt again.” “I don’t want anyone else… only you. Keep me. Ruin me forever.”

But I was still hungry for more. Lena grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs all the way back until my knees were beside my head, completely folding me in half. My asshole and pussy were fully exposed and pointing straight up at her. “Hold your legs there,” she ordered. “Don’t you dare move.” I grabbed behind my knees, presenting myself like the nastiest whore imaginable. Lena poured more lube directly onto my holes, letting it drip down obscenely. Then she did something that made my brain short-circuit.

But worst of all of that was that I had asked him for it. The morning after is always exciting in the secret erotic novels I normally read in my E-reader. The books make it sound like an instant magical transformation. They never write about the sticky heavy reality. The way your skin feels hypersensitive to rough cabin sheets. The lingering scent of sex and ocean salt coating the entire room.

The glass walls were now covered in heavy blinds, the once minimal decor replaced with a plush leather recliner, a small side table with an assortment of oils and towels, and a discreet fridge in the corner, stocked not with water bottles, but with labeled glass jars awaiting their fill. Nora stood in the center of the room, heart pounding, wearing nothing but a silk robe that Roman had left folded on her desk that morning. The fabric kissed her skin as if it were complicit in what was about to happen. Her breasts, full again, throbbed with anticipation. She had only just arrived that morning, but already the ache had returned. It was as if her body had learned to respond to their presence,

The corporate environment only made the forbidden nature of what we were doing infinitely more intoxicating. During the day, we played our parts perfectly. I handed him briefs, scheduled his investor meetings, and greeted his clients. But beneath the professional facade, the air was constantly burning. It was in the lingering, secret glances he threw at me from across the boardroom table while his executives argued over profit margins. It was in the way his eyes would slowly trace the fit of my button-down shirts when he thought I wasn't looking. It was in the deliberate, accidental brushing of our fingers every single time I handed him a folder.

There were some old paperbacks and a couple of text books, nothing interesting really, but I continued to take the books out to see everything and then near the very bottom I found it. "Oh my god." I whispered, as I removed the black leather journal from the box. The Taboo diary as Mark had always called it, that I had kept off and on for close to ten years. The book was written entirely in Latin and chronicled in detail many of our forbidden sexual exploits. Even Mark had written a few of the earlier entries. I had thought I had lost this when Tommy had broken off our engagement and I moved back here for awhile just before going to Chicago.

💌✨ AUTHOR’S NOTE TO MY LOVELY READERS ✨💌 Hello, my lovely readers! 🥹❤️🌙 First of all, I just want to say a HUGE thank you to every single person who has opened Dark Tales of Midnight: A Collection of Taboo Stories and decided to take this journey with me. 🖤🌹✨