All Chapters of Dark Tales Of Midnight: A Collection Of Taboo Stories: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

MIA POV“You won’t dare do that,” I replied as my eyes furrowed, my fingers curling slightly at my sides.“Trust me lil sis, I’ll gladly do that,” he uttered with a smirk, tilting his head slightly. “But I’ll spare you if you get down on your knees and beg with your mouth.”I looked up at him and our eyes locked in a curious gaze, my breath slowing as my chest rose and fell. He knew I wanted him and he wanted me too. I’ve always wanted Ryan to know what I taste like and I don’t want my mother to find out about my dirty secrets. My lips parted slightly as tension built inside me.I got down on my knees slowly, my movements careful, my knees pressing against the floor as his gaze stayed locked on mine. My hands hovered for a second before settling.“Good girl,” he remarked with a smirk, his eyes darkening as he watched me.His hands moved to his shorts as they went down right in front of my eyes. I could see his bulge from his trousers as they went down too, my breath hitching slightly

DAVE POV“Your dick feels so hard in me,” I breathed, my voice unsteady as my back arched slightly, feeling him press deeper.“And I know you like it,” he whispered against my ear, his breath warm as it sent a shiver down my spine. Without warning, he pushed himself further into me, making my body jolt.“Ahh…” A broken sound slipped past my lips as he pressed my face toward the bathroom mirror. My palms flattened against the sink for support, my trousers pushed down around my legs while he drove into me from behind.I lifted my gaze to the mirror, my breath catching as I took in his reflection. He looked so composed—dark hair slightly messy, brown eyes intense, pale skin almost flawless. He was the definition of perfect, and somehow, I didn’t mind being taken by him in a place like this, even if he was a complete stranger.He pinned me down more firmly, both hands gripping my hips as he thrust harder. The sharp, rhythmic sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, blending with my une

DAVE’S POV“Does anyone fuck you like I do, you little rascal?” he muttered, his voice low and taunting as he tapped his length against the entrance of my opening.“No…” I breathed, my back pressing harder against the cold wall, a shiver running through me as my chest rose and fell unevenly.He grabbed my neck, his fingers tightening just enough to make my breath hitch. “Don’t ever say no,” he warned close to my ear, his tone dark and controlled. “Call me master… or I’m going to ruin your slippery hole.”My eyes widened slightly, my lips parting as I struggled to steady my breathing. “Y-yes… master,” I stammered, my voice barely steady as I swallowed.“Now that’s a good boy,” he murmured, a faint smirk forming as he leaned in and bit down on my lower lip. The sharp sensation made me flinch, but I didn’t pull away. Instead, our lips locked in another deep, consuming kiss.I clung to him, my fingers tangling into his hair as he deepened the kiss, his mouth moving hungrily against mine.

HELEN’S POV“God… I’m so close,” she gasped, her voice trembling as her hips rolled against me in desperate rhythm. Her nails dug into my shoulders while her body quivered with every thrust.“Careful, Helen,” I whispered against her ear, gripping her waist tighter. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.” The chair creaked beneath us as I guided her hip against my cock, her soft cries echoing through the empty church. Her head fell back, exposing the delicate line of her throat while heat rushed across her flushed skin.A shaky breath escaped her lips. “I can feel every inch of you,” she breathed, biting down softly on her lower lip. Her body tightened around me, making my grip falter for a second.She moved slowly at first, savoring the sensation, but soon her pace became frantic, needy. Her thighs trembled from the effort, and every movement pulled another broken sound from her throat.Just ten minutes ago, Helen had been in the confession room, tears shining in her doe-like eye

Helen’s POV“Ahh… Tom, I have a lot of fantasies. I promise you, you won’t be able to do any of them,” I confessed, a playful smile tugging at my lips as we walked past the train tracks toward a nearby station.A slow breath escaped me as I lowered myself onto a wooden chair. The warm night breeze swept through my chestnut-brown hair, sending loose strands dancing across my face. I tucked them behind my ear and glanced at Tom.He leaned casually against the wall, the moonlight accentuating the sharp angles of his jaw. His messy black hair fell across his forehead, making him look even more irresistible.“Then tell me,” Tom coaxed, a teasing grin spreading across his face. “You can’t call me your boyfriend if you keep your sexual fantasies from me.”I inhaled deeply, my pulse quickening. Tilting my head back, I bit gently on my lower lip before meeting his gaze again. Excitement sparkled in my eyes.“I’ve always wanted to have outdoor sex.” I replied. For a brief moment, silence settl