All Chapters of Sinful Lust Stories: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

 Alessandro leaned against the doorframe, watching her silently.   The little nanny thought she was clever, slipping into his room with a basket of folded laundry when she thought he wasn't home. He hadn't hired Alice to be his maid, but ever since she became his son's nanny, she had been more of a maid to both of them. He hated having his things messed with, but fuck him, he didn't mind the way her dainty hands brushed over his pillows and bedsheets..  Alessandro's gaze moved from her hands to the way her dress clung to her thighs when she bent over his bed. Her panties peeked at him, and he saw a damp patch. She dropped her nose to his pillow, and he heard her take a deep inhale.   She acted so innocent—or so she wanted him to believe. He smirked and shut the door behind him with a heavy click. She startled, spinning. “Mr. Romano, I didn’t rea

 Ava’s POV "Come here, little doll.” Logan's voice is like velvet, brushing over my skin, making me tingle. By day, I was his assistant, and by night, I was his slut.  My heels scrape softly against the floor as I obey. "Yes, sir.” He tips my chin up with two fingers, his dark eyes glittering. His thumb brushes my lower lip, dragging it down. “Tonight, I want to see you choke on me, Ava. I want to watch you fall apart with my cock down your throat.” My pulse stutters, heat flooding my chest. I nod because my voice would shake if I spoke. He smirks, leaning close enough for his breath to caress my ear. “And you’ll take it. You’ll let me use your throat the way I want.” A small, shameful whimper escapes me. I hate how badly my body craves it. How badly my body craves hi

 Amara was to be sacrificed as the Dragon bride. She had been raised for this; she had known this day would come. The village had gathered at the base of the black stone altar, whispering prayers in great terror, the dragon of the Mountains, Draco.   She stood all dressed in white with her wrists tied up with a red ribbon that marked her as a sacrifice. Her red hair spilled around her, and her green eyes were filled with fear. Every step toward the altar was a step toward death. Her knees trembled, but the villagers pushed her forward, up the steps until she stood alone at the centre of the cold altar.   Once she was placed on the altar and the ribbon tied to the stone, the people scattered like frightened animals and ran away, leaving her alone in the dark. She waited in fear for a few moments before the ground shook and a large dragon swooped down. She lifted her eyes and screamed when

 Amira's POV  The tent was too hot and I wrapped my arms around my boyfriend. Justin was out cold, so what had me wide awake wasn’t him. It was his brother, Joseph. His stupid, annoying brother, who had insisted on going camping with us and didn't bring a tent!  Now he had to share one with us, sending my feelings haywire, and he had his dick pressed right against my ass! And boy, what a heavy dick it was.   I held still, licking my lips to ignore it. But it swelled and throbbed, and I just couldn't. I pressed my ass back, just a little testing. Oh God. He didn’t move away. His cock was right there, nestling between my ass, all stiff and solid through his shorts. My pussy throbbed. My thighs clenched. Before I could stop myself, I rolled my hips back again, slower this time.  

 STELLA'S POV The boardroom was never supposed to feel this quiet. But considering it was midnight, there wasn't exactly a choice. I had rushed down here after getting several calls from the four billionaires waiting inside. I clutched my tablet against my chest as the double doors shut behind me. My heels clicked across the polished floor, and I shuddered when their eyes fell on me.   Working as the head of public relations for one billionaire was stressful enough; working for four of them was plain madness. They had insisted I show up, and if I were to guess, they were probably fighting over who got to be the top CEO of the entire company- again.   Damien sat at the head of the table, his expression unreadable as always. He was the group's cold strategist, and I always felt like he was dissecting me with his eyes.   To his right, Lucie