Forbidden

I’d gone two years without anyone looking at me that way. And when Miguel did, I knew something in me wasn’t as asleep as I’d thought.

She found the phone forgotten on the nightstand and entered the PIN without thinking. What she read was not what she expected, nor what she expected to feel.

The man who could get them out of Morocco had one condition: no money, no jewelry. He only wanted to film them.

Three days away, the house trashed after a party, and him in my bed, naked as if it were his. I should have thrown him out.

I went to the hotel in my black dress with my mind made up. What I didn’t expect was for my own body to betray me like that.

She had spent weeks preparing the trip that would put distance between them. But he appeared at her door before she could escape.

I was nineteen, with a half-finished history assignment, when Rodrigo first stared at my cleavage. I never imagined it would take a decade to collect.

Nadia and Sofía were on their way home from the biggest event of the year when darkness claimed them. On waking, only chains and another’s will remained.

She took off her underwear at the lookout, with the couple down on the beach in the distance. Then she proposed the most exciting bet of his life.

Eight years of listening to his conquests in silence, pretending everything was fine. Until one night a stranger offered him what he had always wanted.

Valeria had spent ten years defending the guilty and the innocent. What she didn't expect was for one of them to look at her that way from the other side of the cell.

Every time I crossed my legs in class, his eyes went down on their own. It took me two Tuesdays and one Friday to get him to invite me to the private reading room.

She was my mother’s friend, she was fifty, and when she looked at me from the edge of her desk, I knew the papers I’d brought were only an excuse.

He went to the river to fish and found something unexpected among the bushes: his neighbor and a stranger. He did not move or speak. He only watched.

At eleven-thirty I went down to the laundry room with an excuse. She was turned away, and didn’t turn when she heard me come in. That changed everything.

It was five-thirty when I heard her voice on the other side of the door. What I heard next left me frozen in the hallway for ten minutes.

She came in with a group, tried to steal a black lingerie set, and ended up giving back a lot more than she took. Her blue eyes told me everything from the first second.

She had spent centuries in the shadows without desiring anything. But when she saw me alone in the library, something in her changed forever.

I close my eyes and she appears: tall, dark, with a cock I never expected to find—and now can’t get out of my head.