Lahat ng Kabanata ng Impermissible Desires!: Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

Evanna sat on the bed, now attired in a sky-blue silk night gown. With her daughter’s pleading, she had no choice but to allow Trent into their home ‘for the night’. And it was a good thing that he had offered to sleep on the sofa. Hmph, if he hadn’t, she would have asked him to just sleep on the floor!A knock on the door tugged her musings back to reality, and she rose, heading to open the door. Unsurprisingly, it was Trent.“What is it?” she asked with a frown, arms folded“Uhm… sorry to bother you. But I need to take a shower.”“Why didn’t you shower before you came?” she asked, irritation in her tone.“I forgot,” he said, rubbing his neck with a sheepish look.She rolled her eyes. Who was he trying to fool? He just wanted an excuse to get into her room.“Aren’t you loaded? Go out, check into any nice hotel. A presidential suite will give you luxury, and no one will tell you to hurry up.”“Then, at least allow me to relieve myself. I really can’t hold it anymore,”“You can. I beli

…that his towel was no longer doing its one job. Situated under his waist, it was fanned out on the bed, leaving Trent utterly exposed.His manhood was half-flaccid, and even in that state, it would make anyone agree to be banged silly.Now, Evanna was in that state, her cunt throbbing, protesting to get the dick’s punishment for being naughty. Meanwhile, her eyes bulged, and her jaw dropped. And then, she yelped, turning around and covering her mouth.She didn’t dare to scream out loud or for too long. If it attracted Rhea, that would worsen things.“Y-you scoundrel!” she snapped, no longer covering her mouth, but she didn’t turn to face him either.“That doesn’t suit me, Evanna. I think the title you’re looking for is, ‘Deliciously Sexy Gentleman’,” he said with a grin, making no effort to get out of the bed, or even to cover himself.“Get out of my bed, and leave my room!” she demanded.“Why should I?” he asked, a brow raised in amusement.This bastard dared question her? How could

Excerpt from chapter 171 (for the alternate version. Enjoy)A bit doubtful and more concerned, she slowly turned the doorknob and entered the bathroom.However, upon doing so, she saw him standing, unhurt, with the towel secured around his waist, arms crossed over his waist, posing before her with a puckish grin."How do I look?""You... You deceived me, you bastard!" she yelled, looking around for something to hit him with. Then, deciding not to ruin anything in the bathroom, she stalked out with him following her with hurried steps."Don't be mad, okay?""Why shouldn't I?" she said, spinning on her heel to face him, only to crash into a wall of flesh, her lips pressed to his chest.Her eyes grew wide, and she quickly reeled backwards, wearing a look of disbelief."You..." she was tongue-tied.Because at this moment, the towel decided to 'spice up' the moment, freeing itself from Trent's waist, naughtily settling on the floor.She let out a low scream and immediately turned around."

This was wrong. And yet, she couldn't resist. And she didn't want to nor dare to say no. A simple visit to Harris, her widowed father-in-law's home, had led to something she'd never dreamed of. Harris had been away from the country for a few months, and now that he'd returned, he'd informed her husband, Sebastian, who was currently on a business trip, that he'd like to taste Amelia's cooking.When her husband told her about his father's request, Amelia, of course, didn't refuse; after all, she considered it an honour to satisfy her father-in-law's palate with her skills. After making his favourite food, she packed everything into a box and drove to her father-in-law's home in the evening.And she had watched him eat and praise her as the best chef in the universe, making her blush. She had also noticed that Harris no longer looked corpulent with a beer belly. Instead, he now looked fit, muscly and quite a feast for sore eyes.His semi-formal clothes were doing their best to accentua

The good slut she's become....Harris was now behind her, his hands fondling her breasts the way they deserved while his erect length teased her butt. Arching her back, she leaned on his chest, eyes drooping, biting gently on her lower lip to suppress lewd sounds from escaping. He pinched her nipples hard, making her cry out softly from the discomfort, but she didn't try to extricate her engorged nipples from his hold. Her swollen nips craved his magic touch; denying them pleasure was a sin in itself. Harris planted a kiss on her right shoulder, even licked her nape while his thumbs kneaded her voracious nipples. Ah, how she wanted to melt into him!He soon let go of her boobs and walked to stand in front of her. "Do you really want me to fuck you?" He asked, arms folded."Yes, please," she responded, her tone thick with need.He cocked a brow, "Why?" His question left her stumped. Why? Was there a need to ask?"Dad...""You know my son married you, to make you his exclusive and o