All Chapters of Midnight Cravings: A Forbidden collection : Chapter 441 - Chapter 450

The next evening felt like a fever dream. Emma arrived at the Thompson house exactly on time, her stomach in knots and her thighs already slick with unwanted anticipation. She’d barely slept, replaying the moment Damien caught her with his shirt pressed to her face and her fingers buried deep inside herself. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw that red recording light. Mrs. Thompson was still away. The kids were exhausted from their day at the park and went down without much fuss. Emma had just finished tidying the playroom when she felt him behind her. “Living room. Now.” Damien’s voice was low, authoritative, sending a shiver straight down her spine. He wore a black button-down with the top few buttons undone, revealing a hint of toned chest. His eyes tracked her like a predator as she followed him. He settled on the large leather couch, legs spread, and patted the spot beside him. Emma sat, hands clasped tightly in her lap. Without a word, he pulled out his phone, tap

Mrs. Thompson returned home the next morning, all polished smiles and expensive luggage. She kissed Damien on the cheek and hugged the kids, completely oblivious to the way Emma’s thighs still ached from the night before or the faint bruises on her hips. Emma tried to act normal during the day—playing with the children, helping with chores—but every time Damien entered the room, her body betrayed her. A single heated glance from him made her pussy clench and leak into her panties. Dinner that evening was torture. The family sat at the long dining table: Mr. and Mrs. Thompson at the ends, the kids on one side, and Emma on the other next to Damien. She wore a modest skirt and blouse, but underneath she was bare—per his texted instructions. Halfway through the meal, while Mrs. Thompson chatted about her trip, Damien’s hand slid under the table and rested on Emma’s knee. She froze, fork hovering mid-air. His palm moved higher, pushing her skirt up. Fingers traced the inside of he

Mrs. Thompson had been acting differently for the past two days. She kept glancing between Damien and Emma with narrowed eyes, commenting on how “tired” the babysitter looked and how often Emma stayed late even when she was home. The suspicion was like a live wire running through the house. Emma tried to be careful. She really did. But Damien’s hunger had only grown more intense. On Thursday afternoon, Mrs. Thompson left for a “quick errands run” — grocery shopping and a hair appointment. She’d be gone at least three hours. The second her car pulled out of the driveway, Damien grabbed Emma by the wrist and dragged her upstairs. “Not the guest room,” he said, voice dark with excitement. “Our bed tonight.” Emma’s stomach flipped. “Sir, that’s too risky—” “That’s exactly why we’re doing it.” He pushed open the door to the master bedroom and pulled her inside. He went straight to his wife’s walk-in closet and selected a expensive cream-colored designer dress — silky, form-f

Lila adjusted the strap of her carry-on as she climbed the stairs into the sleek private jet. The warm evening air of the private airfield clung to her skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat already pooling low in her belly.This trip was supposed to be a fun getaway with her best friend Sophia. Instead, Sophia had come down with a nasty stomach bug at the last minute and couldn’t make it. That left Lila flying alone with Sophia’s father — Captain Marcus Vale.The man she’d been secretly fantasizing about since she was eighteen.“Welcome aboard, Lila,” a deep, smooth voice greeted her.Marcus stood just inside the cabin, still in his crisp white pilot’s uniform. At forty-four, he looked unfairly good — tall, broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair at the temples and a strong, clean-shaven jaw. His dark eyes swept over her sundress, lingering just a second too long on the way the thin fabric clung to her full breasts and hips.“Captain Vale,” she said, trying to sound casua

The jet climbed back into the night sky after the layover. The cabin lights were dimmed low, creating an intimate, golden glow. Marcus had handed control back to his co-pilot for the long stretch, giving him full freedom in the private cabin.Lila barely had time to sit down before he was on her.“Undress,” he commanded, voice low and authoritative. “Everything off.”She stripped slowly under his hungry gaze, letting the sundress pool at her feet. The cool cabin air kissed her skin, her nipples tightening instantly. Marcus sat in one of the wide leather seats, legs spread, still in his captain’s uniform minus the tie.“Come here, baby.”Lila straddled his lap, knees sinking into the soft leather on either side of his thighs. His hands roamed possessively over her body — squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, sliding down to grip her ass.“You’ve been such a good girl today,” he murmured, nipping at her collarbone. “But I want more. I want you to ride Captain’s cock like you wer