All Chapters of A Billionaire's Dirty Secrets (Secret Sins Club Book 1): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Prelude FOURTwo drunk men staggered along the beach, singing drunkenly while one of them waved a bottle of gin in his hand. After a while, he lifted the bottle to his mouth and drank, only to be disappointed when he realized it was empty.He said something to his companion, and they both laughed. The man then tossed the useless bottle onto the sand, and they continued their unsteady walk.After a few moments, one of them stopped and pointed towards the water, close to where the waves were crashing onto the sand. He let go of his friend's shoulder and waded in to retrieve whatever was floating there, pulling it towards the shore. It was a large sack tied with a rope, and something was inside.They struggled to untie the rope. From inside, something round began to emerge from the sack's opening.Suddenly, both men sobered up and started shouting, for there on the sand lay the head of a lifeless woman. Her long hair spread out on the sand, played with by the waves as if wanting to pull h

"Because... you're the only man I've ever really liked... more than Brandon. He's got nothing compared to you."Any minute now, he’s going to burst into laughter, I thought. Of course, he would never take what I did and said last night seriously because I was dead drunk even if, in my heart, everything I confessed about my feelings were dead true.  But he didn't laugh. He kept watching my face. And as the seconds ticked by, my heartbeat went faster. I was so nervous I raised my mug to drink, forgetting how hot it was.“Aww!”He quickly came to my rescue—no surprise there. He immediately took the mug from my hand and placed it on the table next to his while my fingers gingerly patted my scorched lips. "Are you okay?"Ahh... the timbre of his voice. It tickled me, like a gentle touch on the surface of my skin sending electrical currents down my spine. My whole body was suddenly buzzing—and he wasn't even touching me

Bree’s dirty secret was pain. Her dopamine was pain. Her sugar fix was pain. Her medication was pain. She could reach heaven and stay there if she was in pain. Bree’s eyes were closed. She was breathing deeply and regularly, her mind was blank, and her senses swayed with the rhythm and beat of music coming from the speakers. Voi Che Sapete from Figaro was playing. The AC was cold on her skin, her delicate wrists and ankles were chained to a circular, wooden frame standing in the middle of the large room, her legs wide open. She only had panties to cover her nakedness, but she didn’t feel any shame at all that her body was exposed like this to the eyes of the man who held the whip in the communal room here in the chapel of Sinful Saints. He was the most important person in the world to her at the moment. The first lash of the whip at Bree’s back would have brought her to her knees had she not been chained. She managed not to ma

And her eyes almost crossed when she felt his hot, rigid cock penetrate her from the back, in that position that was just right for this kind of penetration. Thoughts flew out of her head and she was only aware of her body’s carnal reaction as he possessed her, stretched her quivering inner walls, invading her deeply until he had buried himself inside her to the hilt. She didn’t even know it was her cries that she could hear because as soon as he filled her so satisfactorilly, so perfectly and completely like that, she was cumming.“What’s my name, Bree?”“Liam! Thank you… oh, God, Liam, thank you!” she managed to cry when she could.“You feel so good… so tight… Bree, you make me feel so good,” he groaned as he continued his hard and full thrusts. And after just a few more strokes, she was cumming again. She was again screaming his name, sobbing and telling him how grateful he was. Oh god, her back hurt so much but she had never felt that acute pleasure, too, at being rammed so well,

"Hey... how are you? Are the puppies heavy?" I avoided using the word 'roll' to prevent her from rolling in the sand, a habit from her puppy days that earned her name."Careful! Tootsie might lick the ointment," my mother cautioned, though I glimpsed a smile beneath her sunglasses, easing the tension in my chest."Inay, just fifteen minutes in the water, please?" Anna called.My mother nodded. "You can't be longer anyway; they're preparing to return to the beach," she remarked, her gaze drifting toward the sea. "We'll have breakfast when they come back."Before my mother finished speaking, Anna had already begun preparing to swim, casting a playful wink in my direction before diving into the water. As we watched her swim parallel to the beach, my mother reclined on her chair, the air thick with unresolved tension between us. Yet, I refused to squander this opportunity for a private conversation with her."Inay...""It's not your fault. Don't worry about it," my mother interjected. She