All Chapters of Midnight Cravings: A Forbidden collection : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

I was nervous the moment I stepped into Dr. Marcus Sterling’s private fertility clinic at 10:30 PM.The waiting room was empty, lights dimmed low. I had booked the last slot of the day after weeks of struggling with irregular cycles and “unexplained infertility” according to my regular doctor. At 24, the pressure was already crushing.Dr. Sterling was legendary — 42 years old, devastatingly handsome, with sharp cheekbones, neatly trimmed salt-and-pepper hair, and an intense, no-nonsense reputation. His white coat fit perfectly over broad shoulders, and his deep voice carried quiet authority.“Miss Ellis,” he greeted me, closing the heavy oak door behind us and locking it with a soft click. “Thank you for coming so late. Privacy is important for these consultations.”He gestured to the exam room. “Undress completely from the waist down, then lie back on the table. We’ll start with a full pelvic and fertility assessment.”My heart hammered as I changed behind the thin screen. When I lay

I never expected my minor knee surgery to turn into this.It was supposed to be a quick arthroscopic procedure — in and out the same day. But Dr. Nathaniel Voss, the city’s most arrogant and talented orthopedic surgeon, had other plans.At 41, Dr. Voss was sinfully hot: tall, broad-shouldered, with piercing green eyes, a chiseled jaw, and that commanding presence that made nurses whisper and patients blush. He had a reputation for being strict, demanding… and impossibly skilled with his hands.The hospital was quiet at 11 PM when he walked into my private recovery room. The lights were dimmed, and I was still in the thin hospital gown, lying on the adjustable bed with my operated leg elevated.“Miss Carter,” he said, voice deep and smooth as he closed the door and locked it. “How’s the pain?”“Manageable, Doctor,” I replied, suddenly nervous under his intense gaze.He checked my chart, then pulled up a stool beside the bed. “Good. But I like to do a very thorough post-op check myself.

The second night of my “recovery” was even riskier.Dr. Nathaniel Voss had kept me in the private wing under the excuse of “close monitoring.” The day staff had gone home, and only a skeleton night crew remained. My room was at the end of the quiet hallway — perfect for what he had planned.He entered at 1:15 AM wearing only his white coat over black trousers, the door locking behind him with a decisive click.I was already waiting exactly as he’d instructed: completely naked, on all fours in the middle of the hospital bed, ass up, operated leg carefully supported by pillows. My pussy was still puffy and sensitive from the previous two nights of his “treatment,” and I could feel the faint ache mixed with anticipation.Dr. Voss stopped at the foot of the bed, eyes raking over me with pure arrogant satisfaction.“Look at you,” he murmured, voice low and smug. “Such an obedient little patient. Already presenting that greedy cunt for your surgeon like a good slut.”He shrugged off his c

I sat nervously on the exam table in Dr. Lucas Kane’s luxurious private OB-GYN clinic.At 23, I had come in for a routine pregnancy test after a one-night stand gone wrong. The results were positive, and now I was here for confirmation and early prenatal care.Dr. Kane was 40, devastatingly handsome, with sharp features, dark hair, and intense hazel eyes that seemed to see right through you. He had a reputation for being thorough… almost obsessive with his patients.The clinic was empty — it was after hours, and he had insisted on seeing me personally.“Miss Rivera,” he said as he entered the room, closing and locking the door behind him. His white coat was open, revealing a fitted black shirt underneath. “Congratulations are in order. The test came back positive.”He moved closer, his presence filling the room. “But I like to do a very… personal confirmation myself. Lie back and put your feet in the stirrups, please.”My heart raced as I obeyed. He dimmed the lights slightly and pull

The private clinic was completely silent at 11:45 PM.I had come in for a “late-night check-up” after texting Dr. Ethan Blackwood about some “persistent symptoms.” What I didn’t expect was that his favorite nurse, Mia, would still be there too.Dr. Blackwood was 38 — tall, commanding, with dark hair, sharp blue eyes, and the kind of authoritative presence that made my knees weak. Nurse Mia was 29, stunningly beautiful with long auburn hair, full curves, and a wicked smile that promised trouble.They were waiting for me in the main exam room.“Miss Lennox,” Dr. Blackwood said as he locked the door behind me, his voice already low and hungry. “You’re late. That means we’ll have to make this session… extra thorough.”Nurse Mia smiled sweetly as she helped me onto the exam table. “Strip completely, sweetheart. Doctor’s orders.”My heart raced as I removed every piece of clothing. When I was fully naked, they positioned me on the table with my legs locked into the stirrups, spread wide op