All Chapters of Midnight Cravings: A Forbidden collection : Chapter 511 - Chapter 520

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Part 1: F*cking her father's business partner

Elena gripped the thick manila envelope tighter as the elevator climbed toward the penthouse. The city lights glittered far below like scattered diamonds, but her stomach twisted with nerves.At twenty-one, freshly home from college for the summer, she should’ve been used to running errands for her father. This one felt different.Damien Voss.Her dad’s longest business partner. The man whose name alone made boardrooms go silent. She’d only seen him at stiff family dinners and company events, always in tailored suits that hugged broad shoulders, his silver-streaked dark hair perfectly styled, and those piercing gray eyes that seemed to strip her bare even when he barely spoke.The elevator doors opened directly into his private foyer. The space screamed money—floor-to-ceiling windows, sleek black marble, low lighting that cast everything in a warm, dangerous glow. Soft jazz played from hidden speakers.“Mr. Voss?” Her voice came out softer than she intended. “Dad sent the contracts. H

Part 2: F*cking her father's business partner

Damien didn’t let the silence linger. He took the empty glass from Elena’s fingers and set it aside, then caught her wrist in a firm grip. “Come with me.”She followed on unsteady legs as he led her across the penthouse to his massive oak desk overlooking the glittering city skyline. The surface was neat—only a sleek laptop and a single silver pen. He released her only to lift her effortlessly by the waist and perch her on the edge of the desk. Her dress rode up high on her thighs from the movement, and she instinctively tried to tug it down.“Don’t,” he commanded softly, stepping between her parted knees. “I want to look at you.”Elena’s breath came faster. Up close like this, Damien was overwhelming—tall, broad, radiating controlled power. His cologne wrapped around her, dark and expensive, mixing with the faint scent of whiskey on his breath.He reached into a drawer and pulled out a single sheet of paper, placing it on the desk beside her hip. It wasn’t the business contract.“Th

Part 3: F*cking her father's business partner

Elena’s phone buzzed at 9 PM sharp the next evening. A single message from an unknown number: Penthouse. Now. Don’t make me wait.She knew it was him. Her body had been aching all day—restless, wet, distracted. She’d changed into a soft black slip dress that clung to her curves, no bra, and the tiniest lace thong she owned. The drive back to his building felt like foreplay itself, her thighs pressing together with every stoplight.The elevator opened into the penthouse again. Damien was waiting.He stood near the windows in a black button-down and tailored slacks, the city lights painting sharp shadows across his face. The moment she stepped inside, his gaze turned feral.“Lock the door behind you,” he ordered.She did, heart hammering. No pleasantries this time. No whiskey. No slow teasing.Damien crossed the room in three strides and grabbed her by the waist, lifting her clean off the floor. Her back hit the desk with a thud, papers scattering everywhere. His mouth crashed down on h

Part 4: F*cking her father's business partner

The next two weeks blurred into a dangerous haze of stolen moments and throbbing need. Damien controlled everything now. Elena’s phone pinged constantly with his commands—My office. Twenty minutes. Wear the red set. She obeyed every time, even when her mind screamed that this was spiraling out of control.Their first risky encounter happened mid-afternoon in his downtown headquarters. Elena slipped into his corner office while his assistant was at lunch. Damien didn’t waste a second. He locked the door, bent her over the leather couch facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, and hiked up her pencil skirt.“No noise,” he warned, yanking her new lace thong to the side. He thrust into her from behind in one smooth stroke, covering her mouth with his large hand as he fucked her hard and fast. The city sprawled beneath them while he pounded deep, whispering filthy praise against her ear. “Such a perfect little fucktoy. Taking my cock while the whole building works below us.” She came biting

Part 5: F*cking her father's business partner

Damien’s hunger turned feral in the days that followed. The careful control he once maintained had cracked wide open, replaced by raw, primal need. He summoned Elena to the penthouse almost every night, each encounter more intense than the last, his words growing darker and more possessive.The first night he truly let go, he had her on all fours in front of the bedroom mirror. He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise as he slammed into her from behind, his thick cock stretching her relentlessly. Sweat slicked their bodies. Every powerful thrust made her breasts swing heavily.“Look at yourself,” he growled, fisting her hair to force her gaze to the mirror. “Watch how perfectly this young pussy swallows my cock. I’m going to pump you so full tonight, baby. Keep filling you until your belly swells with my child.”Elena moaned loudly, shame and lust twisting inside her. “Damien… we can’t. My father—”“Your father doesn’t own this cunt anymore. I do.” He reached around and rubbed her c

Part 1: Blackmailed by my Landlords Son

Mia stared at the bright red “FINAL NOTICE” stamped across the paper, her stomach twisting into knots. Three days overdue. She’d already stretched her last paycheck thin between tuition, groceries, and her roommate’s half of the utilities. The cam sessions she secretly did were supposed to fix this, but views had been slow this month.She quickly typed out a pleading email to the landlord, begging for just one more week. Thirty minutes later, a sharp knock echoed through her small apartment. Mia smoothed down her oversized college hoodie and tiny sleep shorts before opening the door.It wasn’t Mr. Harlan, the old landlord.It was his son, Jaxon.He leaned against the doorframe like he owned the entire building—which, technically, his family did. At twenty-six, Jaxon was tall, broad-shouldered, and dangerously attractive in a messy, arrogant way. Dark tousled hair, sharp jawline with light stubble, and intricate tattoos peeking from the sleeves of his black t-shirt. His jeans hung low

Part 2: Blackmailed by my Landlords Son

Mia’s hands trembled as she knocked on the door of the empty fifth-floor unit at exactly 8 PM. She’d spent the entire day in a fog, skipping two classes and barely eating. The oversized hoodie and leggings she wore felt like pathetic armor, but she hadn’t wanted to give him the satisfaction of dressing up.The door swung open immediately. Jaxon stood there in a tight black shirt that stretched across his muscular chest and gray sweatpants that did nothing to hide the growing bulge. His hazel eyes darkened with satisfaction as they raked over her.“Get inside, cam girl.”She stepped into the dimly lit apartment. It was completely unfurnished except for a large leather couch facing the big window and a small table holding Jaxon’s open laptop. The city lights twinkled outside, but the tension inside felt suffocating.“Sit,” he ordered, pointing at the couch.Mia perched on the edge, knees pressed together. Jaxon dropped down beside her, close enough that his thigh pressed against hers.

Part 3: Blackmailed by my Landlords Son

Mia’s phone lit up at 7:45 PM with a single command: Unit 512. Ten minutes. Don’t wear anything under your coat.She stood in front of the door to the empty apartment next to last night’s unit, heart slamming against her ribs. The thin trench coat felt like nothing against her bare skin. No bra. No panties. Just heels and shame.The door opened before she could knock.Jaxon pulled her inside by the wrist and slammed the door shut, locking it with a click that sounded final. He was shirtless, tattoos swirling across his sculpted chest and abs, gray sweatpants hanging low. His eyes burned with raw hunger as he backed her against the wall.“Smart girl,” he murmured, tugging the belt of her coat open in one sharp yank. The fabric fell apart, exposing her completely. “Fuck, look at you. Already dripping down your thighs for your blackmailer.”His large hand cupped her pussy roughly, two fingers sliding through her slick folds. Mia gasped, hips jerking forward involuntarily. Jaxon chuckled

Part 4: Blackmailed by my Landlords Son

The next ten days became a nightmare of constant arousal and terror. Jaxon texted at all hours with new demands, and Mia obeyed every single one. Her body no longer felt like her own — it belonged to him, wet and ready at the slightest ping of her phone.The first risky encounter happened in the basement laundry room at 11 PM. Mia was transferring clothes from the washer when the door clicked shut behind her. Jaxon appeared like a shadow, wearing a black hoodie and joggers.“Lock the door,” he ordered quietly.She did. The moment the bolt slid into place, he spun her around and bent her over the vibrating dryer. He flipped her short sundress up, found her bare underneath just like he’d commanded, and thrust into her soaked pussy in one hard stroke.“Fuck— always so ready for me,” he groaned, covering her mouth with his hand as he pounded into her from behind. The dryer rumbled loudly, masking the wet slap of his hips against her ass. Someone was walking down the hallway outside — foo

Part 5: Blackmailed by my Landlords Son

The building’s annual tenant appreciation party filled the rooftop terrace with string lights, laughter, and the clink of cheap wine glasses. Mia had tried to skip it, but Jaxon’s text had been clear: Wear the short black dress. No panties. Be there by 8 or I start sending clips.She stood near the railing in the tight dress that barely reached mid-thigh, smiling stiffly at neighbors while her thighs pressed together. Jaxon moved through the crowd like he owned it — because he did. Every time he passed behind her, his hand brushed her ass or slid up her inner thigh, teasing her bare pussy without anyone noticing.Halfway through the evening, while she was talking to Mrs. Ramirez about exam stress, Jaxon appeared beside her with two drinks. He handed her one, then pressed a small remote-controlled vibrator against her clit and held it there through the thin fabric as he smiled at the older woman.“Everything okay, Mia?” he asked innocently, turning the toy on low.The sudden buzz made

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