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FINALLY INSIDE HER 4

Author: Author Mia
last update publish date: 2026-10-09 21:46:31

Kevin

The rest of the afternoon was a special kind of torture.

Aurora sat against my side on the couch with her hair still messy from my hands and her mouth still faintly swollen. We put a show on. Neither of us watched it. My arm stayed around her shoulders and every few minutes she shifted closer until her thigh was pressed fully against mine. The taste of her was still on my tongue. The image of her looking up at me with her lips around my cock was going to live in my head until I died.

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  • 100 WAYS TO SIN   MARRIED CUNT 3

    Mara He arrived at 3:50 with the last board already cut and his mouth set in a hard line. I opened the door before he reached it. Adrian stopped on the step with the wood under his arm and looked at me like the doorway itself was a mistake he kept making. The afternoon heat sat on his shoulders. His t-shirt clung at the chest from the truck. I stepped back and let him in without small talk. He went straight through to the deck. I followed. The final board fit into the gap with a dull wooden sound. Adrian drove the screws in fast, one after another, as if finishing the job could close whatever had opened on this same stretch of rail the day before. I stood at the top of the steps and watched the muscles in his back shift under the fabric. When the last screw sank flush he stayed crouched for a second longer than the work required, head down, one hand flat on the new wood. Then he stood and turned. “That’s it,” he said. “Gate. Deck. I’m done.” “Are you.” “Mara.” “You said afte

  • 100 WAYS TO SIN   MARRIED CUNT 2

    Mara He showed up at 4:07 with a paper bag from the hardware store and a face set for distance. I opened the door in the same jeans and a different top, this one thinner, the kind that made the kitchen air feel cooler on my skin. Adrian’s eyes hit my face first. Then the hallway behind me. Then the empty driveway where Ethan’s car was not. He held the bag up like evidence. “Spring and a couple of hinges. Should take twenty minutes.” “Okay.” I stepped aside. He moved past me into the house and the smell of him followed, metal and soap and the faint heat of a body that had been in a warm truck. He went straight through to the side gate without lingering in the kitchen. I followed anyway. The path felt narrower than yesterday. Adrian crouched at the latch with his back to me and pulled the old spring free. The metal protested. His shoulders worked under the black t-shirt. I stood close enough to see the sweat already starting at his hairline and did not offer him space. “You can w

  • 100 WAYS TO SIN   MARRIED CUNT 1

    Mara Ethan kissed my cheek at the door and left for the airport with his suitcase and his phone already at his ear. The cheek. Not the mouth. His lips landed dry and brief beside mine while the rideshare idled at the curb and the driver watched us in the mirror. Ethan’s hand squeezed my shoulder once. Then he was in the car and the car was gone and the house settled into the particular quiet it always grew when my husband flew to Singapore for nine days of meetings I was not expected to understand. I closed the door and stood in the entry with my fingers on the deadbolt. The ring on my left hand caught the hall light. Platinum. Thin. Ethan’s grandmother’s setting resized for me in a rush before the ceremony because the family had decided the timeline and I had not fought hard enough to stop it. I turned the band with my thumb until the diamond sat crooked against my skin. Then I walked to the kitchen and poured coffee I had already made for two. Adrian’s name sat on my phone from

  • 100 WAYS TO SIN   HE GOT ME BACK, THEN HE TOOK ME 8

    Roman I woke before she did with her leg thrown over mine and the bar still down on the safe house door. Morning light cut thin through the blinds. Sloane’s hair was a dark mess on my chest. The bruise on her wrist had deepened to purple. My skull ached under the stitches. None of it mattered as much as the fact that she was here, breathing, naked against me, instead of in a chair in a blacked-out room by the river. My phone had twelve missed messages from the agency. I ignored them. Sloane stirred when I shifted. Her eyes opened slow. For a second she looked lost. Then she found my face and the tension left her body in a long exhale. “Still here,” she said. “Still here.” She climbed over me without warning. Straddled my hips. The sheet fell off her back. In the gray light she looked wrecked and hungry and done with careful. My cock hardened against the heat of her immediately. She felt it and rolled her hips once, dragging her wet cunt along the length of me. “Sloane.

  • 100 WAYS TO SIN   HE GOT ME BACK, THEN HE TOOK ME 7

    Sloane Medical checked me over on the safe house couch while Roman stood against the wall and watched every movement like the EMTs might vanish with me again. Bruised wrist. Mild dehydration. No concussion. No broken skin that mattered. They wanted me at a hospital for observation. I refused. Roman backed the refusal with a tone that ended the argument. My father called while they were packing up. I told him I was safe and that Roman had gotten me out and that I would talk in the morning. I hung up before he could put a lawyer or a second detail on the line. When the door barred again behind the medical team, the unit went quiet. One lamp. Drawn blinds. A bag of spare clothes someone from the agency had left on the table. Roman’s blood had dried dark on his collar. The cut at his hairline was already closed with thin strips. He looked at me like he was still counting my limbs. “You should shower,” he said. “So should you.” “Sloane.” “I’m not fragile. I’m dirty and angry and I

  • 100 WAYS TO SIN   HE GOT ME BACK, THEN HE TOOK ME 6

    Roman The lockdown lifted at 0140. Agency said the vehicle had moved on. Street cameras clean. Secondary took the hall. I told Sloane to sleep. She looked at me like she did not believe any of it and went to her room with the door left open the same way she always did. I sat in the guest room and watched the feeds until my eyes burned. I should have trusted the wrong silence less. At 0915 she had a confirmed appointment at her father’s foundation office across town. Low risk on paper. Controlled building. I drove. She sat in the passenger seat in a coat over a dark dress and did not push me for conversation. The almost-kiss in the hallway the night before sat between us unspoken. The surveillance flag sat beside it. I checked mirrors more than usual. The foundation’s private garage was supposed to be secured. It was not. I registered the wrong detail too late. A service van with a logo that did not match the building’s vendor list. A second man near the stairwell door who turne

  • 100 WAYS TO SIN   SUMMER HEAT WITH DADDY 5

    LANAThe words left my mouth and I wanted to take them back immediately, but it was too late. “Please fuck my greedy pussy… Daddy.” My voice sounded small and desperate in the quiet study. Shame burned through my whole body, but my pussy was throbbing so hard I could feel my heartbeat between my le

  • 100 WAYS TO SIN   SUMMER HEAT WITH DADDY 4

    LANA Morning light came through the curtains and hit me straight in the face. I lay there for a long minute before I dragged myself out of bed, legs still a little shaky from last night. My pussy felt tender when I walked. Every step reminded me of Dominic’s thick fingers stretching me open, the w

  • 100 WAYS TO SIN   SUMMER HEAT WITH DADDY 3

    LANAThe door clicked open and I spun around so fast my head spun. Dominic stood there, fully dressed now in that same black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, but it didn’t make him any less dangerous. His eyes burned into me, heavy and sure, like he already knew exactly what my body was doing under the

  • 100 WAYS TO SIN   SUMMER HEAT WITH DADDY

    LANAI stared out the cab window as the Miami streets blurred past. The air conditioning was barely working, and my thighs stuck to the fake leather seat. I’d just landed from my dad’s place up north, and this was the start of another summer with Mom. Same routine every year since the divorce. I li

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