Todos los capítulos de Forbidden Holes: A Filthy Taboo Collection: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

My pen scratched across the paper with a sound that felt final.I signed my name —Layla Voss— right under the clause that said I belonged to him for the next twelve months. Body. Soul. Every filthy inch of me.Johnny Ross didn’t wait for the ink to dry.The second the folder snapped shut, his big hand wrapped around the back of my neck and pulled me into a kiss that ruined me. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. It was two years of pent-up hunger slamming into me all at once. His tongue claimed my mouth like he already owned every moan I’d ever tried to hide from him.When he finally pulled back, I was gasping, my lips swollen, my pussy throbbing so hard it hurt.“On your knees, princess,” he ordered, his voice low and rough. “Show Daddy how grateful you are.”My legs folded before my brain could argue. The thick carpet cushioned my knees as I stared up at him—six-foot-three of raw power in a black dress shirt, storm-gray eyes burning down at me like I was the only thing in his world.“

Alexander stayed buried deep inside me, his cock still twitching and leaking the last drops of his cum into my flooded pussy. His breath was hot against my ear.“I meant every word, Charlotte,” he rasped. “I would’ve divorced Mia years ago if I could. But the reputation… the board, the investors, the fucking public image. I can’t just walk away clean. But you?” He thrust even deeper into me, like he couldn’t stop himself. “You’re the only reputation I need now. I’ll give you everything. I’ll move assets, rewrite documents, take it all from her and put it under your name. Just say you’re mine.”I smirked against the desk, still bent over like a whore.‘Poor Mia…’ I thought. ‘I don’t hate you. Not really. Life’s just a bitch. And so am I.’I pushed back against him, squeezing my pussy around his cock.“Well… I could agree to your terms,” I purred, my voice dripping with challenge. “You can have this pussy anytime you want. But the real question is… can you even handle this bitch?”He st

The silence in the pack house was heavy after Draven’s words.Only we can.My heart was hammering so hard I was sure they could all hear it. I was still sitting on the large leather couch, surrounded by three very naked, very dangerous alpha stepbrothers who had just torn apart my bullies like it was nothing.Draven was still kneeling in front of me, his gray eyes locked on mine with terrifying intensity. Thorne stood behind the couch, his big hand still tangled in my hair. Riven sat beside me, his thigh pressed firmly against mine, his cock half-hard and resting against his leg.I should have been scared. Instead, my body was burning.My panties were soaked. My nipples were hard against my torn school blouse. My omega scent had completely filled the room — sweet, desperate, and submissive. I couldn’t help it, not really.Draven inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring. “Fuck… you smell even better up close,” he growled.Riven chuckled darkly beside me. “Told you she was dripping. Aww, po

The full moon hung heavy in the sky, bathing the entire pack territory in silver light.Tonight was the monthly Wolf Feast — a sacred ritual where the pack gathered to run under the moon, strengthen bonds, and honor the Goddess. The air was thick with magic, raw power, and the scent of roasted meat and wild herbs.I stood nervously beside my mother and Alpha Harlan at the edge of the sacred clearing. Torches flickered around a massive bonfire. The pack was loud and joyful… but I felt eyes on me constantly.Draven, Thorne, and Riven stood a few feet away with the other high-ranking wolves, but their gazes kept burning into me. After last night, I could barely look at them without my thighs pressing together.Alpha Harlan turned to us with a warm but authoritative smile.“Boys,” he called. My three stepbrothers stepped forward. “Your stepmother and I must leave for the eastern border tonight. Rogue activity always spikes during the full moon. Take very good care of Aurora while we’re go

AbyI stormed into the living room like a hurricane, my final semester report card clenched so tightly in my fist that the edges were starting to crumple. My heart was pounding, a mix of anger and desperation burning in my chest.“Daddy, please,” I said, trying my best to keep my voice steady even though it was already cracking. “I need the tuition for my final year. It’s fifty thousand dollars. I swear I’ll pay you back as soon as I graduate and get a job. I’ll work two jobs if I have to.”Clement Ryder, my so-called father, didn’t even bother looking up from his phone at first. He sat on his expensive leather couch like a king on his throne.. his legs crossed, his designer watch catching the light from the chandelier, looking every bit the successful man he loved to remind everyone he was.Finally, he glanced at me with cold, dismissive eyes.“3.0 CGPA, Aby?” His voice was laced with disgust. “You expect me to throw my hard earned money on you? You’re a waste. A complete waste of my