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Hot Stranger On Christmas
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Sinful Fantasies: A steamy Collection Hot Stranger On Christmas
CHAPTER FIVETHIRD PERSON'S POVSunlight sliced through the half-drawn curtains, stabbing at Diana's eyelids as she stirred, sheets tangled around her naked body, the faint scent of sex and sweat lingering on her skin. Her muscles ached in that delicious, post-fuck way— delicious.Her thighs sore from being spread wide, pussy tender from the relentless pounding. But the bed felt too empty. She reached out, palm sliding over cool linen where Kai should have been and panic flickered, then settled into a dull throb in her chest.He was gone. Just like that...Why though?She sat up, clutching the sheet to her breasts, scanning the room. The tiny Christmas tree twinkled mockingly in the corner, discarded eggnog glasses on the nightstand. His clothes were gone too, just as his suitcase had vanished. Only her duffel sat by the door, still untouched. And there, on the pillow beside her, a black business card was placed.It was a simple design, embossed with a raven emblem and a single
Sinful Fantasies: A steamy Collection Hot Stranger On Christmas
CHAPTER FOURTHIRD PERSON'S POVThe rain slicked the Seattle streets as Diana and Kai stepped out of The Raven's Perch, his hand firm on the small of her back, guiding her through the downpour.Umbrellas bobbed like black mushrooms around them, but neither cared about getting soaked. Her sweater clung to her curves, outlining the swell of her breasts and the dip of her waist, while his Henley molded to his chest, rain tracing rivulets down his neck. The air crackled with unspoken promise, her pulse syncing with the patter on the pavement. This was insane. She thought, glancing up at him. A stranger from the airport, and she was following him like a moth to a flame. But God, that flame felt good after Jake's cold betrayal.Kai's hotel was a short walk away, a boutique spot tucked in a side alley, all dim lights and velvet ropes. He swiped his keycard at the elevator, pulling her inside the mirrored box as the doors slid shut, and the space shrank, his body heat radiating toward h
Sinful Fantasies: A steamy Collection Hot Stranger On Christmas
CHAPTER THREETHIRD PERSON'S POV Diana's Honda sputtered to a stop in the short-term parking lot of the regional airport, the engine coughing like it shared her exhaustion. The dashboard clock blinked 7:42 PM, the sky a bruised purple streaked with the last gasps of sunset. She'd driven aimlessly at first, tears blurring the highway lines, until the pull toward escape crystallized: a one-way ticket out of this godforsaken town. Anywhere but here. Her fingers trembled as she gripped the duffel bag strap, slinging it over her shoulder.The weight pressed into her soft curves, a reminder of the life she'd crammed into it—flawed, heavy, but hers.Inside the terminal, the air hummed with announcements and the shuffle of travelers.Diana's sneakers squeaked on the linoleum, her heart pounding in rhythm with the overhead speakers droning about final boarding calls. She hadn't booked anything yet; impulse had gotten her this far, but now doubt crept in. What was she doing? Running like
Sinful Fantasies: A steamy Collection Hot Stranger On Christmas
CHAPTER TWOTHIRD PERSON'S POVJake's face paled as he stood in the doorway of the basement apartment, his jeans zipped crookedly, a faint red lipstick smear on his collar that wasn't Diana's shade. The lipstick was the least of what he had done...The air hung heavy with the scent of sex—musky sweat and something floral, like Nika's perfume—wafting down from upstairs.Diana's chest heaved, her hazel eyes blazing through the tears pooling at the edges. She was still in that oversized T-shirt, her bare legs prickling with goosebumps, but the vulnerability she'd felt moments ago had twisted into something sharper, fiercer."Explain?" Diana's voice cracked, but she forced it steady, stepping forward until she was inches from him. Her hands balled into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms. "You want to explain why your cock was buried in my stepsisters' pussies? Why you're calling them sluts while fucking them like animals on Nika's bed?"Jake flinched, rubbing the back of
Sinful Fantasies: A steamy Collection Hot Stranger On Christmas
CHAPTER ONETHIRD PERSON'S POVDiana wiped the steam from the bathroom mirror, her reflection staring back like a stranger. At 22, she was the odd one out in her own family—5'5 on a good day, with a body that carried extra softness around her hips and belly. Chubby, they called it, though she preferred 'curvy' on her better days. Her dark hair fell in loose waves to her shoulders, framing a round face with full cheeks and hazel eyes that always seemed a little too wide, and too hopeful. She poked at the slight pooch of her stomach, sighing. No flat tummy like those Instagram models.Just her, looking like a short Santa Claus in yoga pants...Her mom had died giving birth to her, leaving Diana as the accidental reminder of loss in her father's eyes. He'd remarried five years later to Elena, a sharp-featured woman who brought along her two daughters: Nika and Lis. The stepsisters were everything Diana wasn't—tall, at least 5'9, with slender frames that screamed elegance. Nika, 2
Sinful Fantasies: A steamy Collection Lusting Over My Husband's Step Brother
CHAPTER SIXTHIRD PERSON’S POVLisa found out on a Tuesday.She was in the kitchen fixing dinner when Chris’s phone had buzzed on the kitchen counter while he was in the shower.Lisa hadn’t meant to look, she wasn’t that wife—the snooping kind. She had always trusted him, or at least trusted the version of him that existed between business calls and flight schedules.But the screen had lit up again.“Did you land safely? I miss you already.”The name attached to the message wasn’t one she recognized.Lisa stared at the phone like it had grown teeth as her chest tightened, slow and painful, as if something invisible had wrapped around her ribs and pulled. She didn’t unlock the phone— she didn’t need to. The tone, the familiarity, the quiet intimacy of the message had said enough.Miss you already...Already.So this wasn’t new...She backed away from the counter as if she’d been burned, lowering herself into the chair at the dining table. The house felt suddenly too big, too quiet a
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