Lahat ng Kabanata ng Midnight Cravings: A Forbidden collection : Kabanata 401 - Kabanata 410

Bella stared at the sleek black box that had been delivered to her hotel suite that morning. No note. No sender. Just a single crimson feather resting on top of black tissue paper.Inside lay a stunning emerald-green cocktail dress — short, backless, and dangerously low-cut — paired with a delicate gold anklet that featured a tiny hidden charm: two interlocking silver masks. Her fingers trembled as she fastened it around her ankle. They were watching her. Even outside the club.The anonymous text had arrived an hour later: Le Rouge Bar. 8 p.m. Wear the dress. No panties. We’ll know if you disobey.She should have ignored it. She had a life to rebuild — interviews, apartment hunting, trying to forget the way two masked strangers had ruined her for normal sex. Instead, here she was, sliding into the back of a luxury town car, the cool night air of Monaco brushing against her bare pussy beneath the short hem of the dress.Le Rouge was an exclusive rooftop bar overlooking the glittering h

Bella adjusted the sleek black pencil skirt that hugged her hips and smoothed down her crisp white silk blouse as she stepped into the elegant glass-and-marble headquarters of Voss & Lennox Events in the heart of Monaco. The company was legendary in European high society — the unseen hand behind the most exclusive galas, yacht parties, and private billionaire retreats from Cannes to Santorini. Landing this junior project coordinator role felt like a dream after her divorce. A fresh start. A chance to rebuild her life on her own terms.She had no idea it would become the most dangerous game she’d ever played.“Miss Vale, welcome. Mr. Voss is ready for you,” the polished receptionist said with a professional smile, leading her toward the corner office with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Mediterranean.Bella took a deep breath, clutching her portfolio. Professional. Calm. Competent. That was the version of herself she needed to show today.The door opened.Damien Voss rose fr

The private helicopter touched down on the helipad carved into the dramatic cliffs of Damien’s Amalfi Coast estate just as the sun began to dip toward the horizon. Bella’s stomach fluttered with nervous anticipation. Three full days. No office deadlines. No club masks. No escape. Just her, Damien, and Kai — completely alone on this luxurious cliffside paradise. The villa was breathtaking: sleek modern architecture fused with the natural rock, infinity pools cascading down several levels toward the glittering Mediterranean Sea, private terraces, and total seclusion. As the rotors slowed, Damien offered his hand to help her down, his touch already possessive. “Welcome to our world, Isabella,” he said, voice low and commanding. He wore a white linen shirt unbuttoned just enough to show a hint of tanned, muscled chest. Kai hopped out behind her, sunglasses perched on his head, that signature playful smirk in place. “Three days, baby. No limits. No safe little boundaries. We’re goi

Marcus returned the next morning at 9 a.m. sharp, as promised. The broken pipe had been temporarily patched, but he still needed to replace several sections of the old plumbing in the master bathroom and check the main lines running through the villa.Lila and Sophia were ready for him.They had spent the entire previous night tangled in each other’s arms, whispering filthy fantasies about the tall, tattooed plumber while they made each other come again and again. This morning, they dressed with one clear intention: seduction.Lila chose a tiny white sundress that barely skimmed the bottom of her ass. The thin fabric was almost see-through in the bright Tuscan sunlight, and she wore nothing underneath. Her fiery red hair cascaded down her back in loose waves.Sophia went softer but no less tempting — a pale pink silk slip dress that hugged her full breasts and wide hips. The hem flirted dangerously with the tops of her smooth thighs, and her dark hair fell in soft curls around her sho

Marcus finished the plumbing repairs by late afternoon, but the tension in the villa had become unbearable. Every time he glanced toward the pool or hallway, the memory of Lila’s tongue on Sophia’s breasts and Sophia’s soft moans burned in his mind. His cock had been half-hard for hours.When he finally packed up his tools and stepped into the open-plan kitchen to wash his hands, he froze.Lila and Sophia were waiting for him.They stood side by side in front of the large marble island, wearing nothing but tiny lace panties — Lila’s crimson red, Sophia’s soft black. Their breasts were bare, nipples already tight with anticipation. The golden evening light streaming through the windows made their skin glow.“Job done?” Lila asked, her voice low and teasing as she trailed a finger down Sophia’s arm.Marcus wiped his hands slowly on a towel, his blue eyes darkening. “Pipes are fixed. But something tells me that’s not why you really called me back today.”Sophia blushed, but her eyes we