All Chapters of Sinful Lust Stories: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

 Mark had told himself a hundred times to stop looking at his father's wife, but there she was again, glistening under the late afternoon sun, lying back on the poolside lounge in that tiny, bright bikini that clung to every one of her curves.  In his opinion, his stepmom was the sexiest woman on earth, and every time he saw her, she managed to turn every thought in his head into something dangerous. From his bedroom window, he could see everything. The way her hair spilt wet over her shoulders, the beads of water tracing slow paths down her skin before disappearing into the swell of her chest. Her tits were like ripe fruits, pushing against the tiny scrap of bikini she had on, begging to be let out.   He wanted to suck on it. Oh yes, he wanted to pull that bikini back a little, make her nipple slip out and then suck on it while she arched against that lounger.   

 Rachel had only meant to pass by her boss's room to drop off the laundry basket outside his door and keep moving. But she heard the bed creaking and a long throaty moan.   Her heart pounded as she peeked in through the half-opened door.   Inside, her boss, Andrew Rushmore, was buried deep in the whore he had brought home tonight. She was a pretty blonde on all fours, hair spilling forward as her ass rocked back into his hips while his hands gripped her waist. His cock slammed into her, making a loud, wet sound that made the maid’s thighs press together involuntarily. Rachel couldn’t breathe or move. She could only watch. The whore’s moans filled the air, loud, shameless, and high-pitched.   "Jesus, he's practically splitting her apart," Rachel whispered, her nipples tightening painfully under her thin blouse. Andrew wa

 LISA'S POV The universe has a twisted sense of humour. I was bullied in high school for being too nerdy and called all sorts of names, but a year after high school and a year into college, I got a massive glow-up, and now I was back home for revenge. Kyle Morgan and Jake Flynn would pay for humiliating me through high school. I was older now, wiser and sluttier.  I met Kyle for the first time since arriving home for the break at the mall. He looked the same: cocky, hot, arrogant, and soon to be humbled if I had anything to do with it.  "Well, if it isn't Kyle Morgan," I said as sweetly as possible. His eyes flicked up and landed on me… oh, the double-take he did was delicious. He straightened. “Lisa?”  "In the flesh," His eyes dragged over me slowly, and they turned heated. My top was a little too tight and smal

 "I don't think he's good enough for you!"  Tyler pretended the women in the bedroom weren't arguing about him, while he browsed through the pictures in the living room. Isabella and Katie, his girlfriend and her mother, had no idea about the kind of man he was, and today he would show them.  He had been an avid social media follower of the mother-daughter duo and had worked his way into Isabella's life as her boyfriend. Tonight, he was going to make the most of that.   He tapped his briefcase on the table, popping it open. His eyes went over the ropes, the whips, and the toys. His cock hardened just thinking about what he would do to both of them. Fuck, he had always wanted to fuck them both, and he was near bursting just thinking about that.   "You've only known him for about a month, you can't let him move in with us!" Katie tried to reason with her daugh

 Connie’s POV The moment my father slammed the double doors behind him, the room went so quiet I could hear my own heartbeat. He had just left Travis Kane’s office humiliated, muttering curses under his breath about the “cold-blooded bastard” who had refused every term of his offer. I should have followed him out. I didn’t. The thing is… Travis Kane wasn’t just a mob boss. He was the mob boss. Tall, broad-shouldered, mid-forties, with a face that made you forget every rule you’d ever been taught about staying away from dangerous men. His suits probably cost more than my car. And his deep voice, with that slow, deliberate way of speaking, pulled me in.   My father always said I didn't know what was good for me, and he was right. Travis Kane was bad for me, yet I wanted him.  He had barely spared me a glan