All Chapters of Through Realms Of Sins(Short Stories): Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The elevator doors slid open at exactly 6:00 p.m., and Mia Valdez stepped into Alexander Hart’s penthouse. Crisp white chef jacket buttoned to the throat, black pants pressed and dark hair twisted into a tight knot. She carried a single insulated bag and a small knife roll. Alex looked up from his laptop at the kitchen island. Forty-five, lean from daily runs along the river, wearing a charcoal Henley that cost more than most people’s rent. He nodded once. “Evening, Mia.” “Good evening, Mr. Hart.” She set her bag on the counter, already scanning the Sub-Zero fridge and the eight-burner Wolf range like she was taking inventory of an army. “Seared scallops with cauliflower purée and black truffle tonight. Sounds good?” “Sounds perfect.” He closed the laptop and settled onto a stool, content to watch. She moved like a dancer who’d trained in kitchens instead of studios. Knife flashes, pans hitting flame with soft metallic clinks, the hiss of butter foaming. Alex found himself trac

Avery stood on the concrete in her tiny red bikini, goosebumps rising on her tanned skin despite the heat. At twenty-two, the college volleyball player was used to being looked at, but the way Ryan watched her made her stomach flip.Ryan, thirty-four, tall, broad-shouldered, and still in his turnout pants and red suspenders, stepped closer with a bottle of baby oil in his hand.“Need a little shine for the camera,” he said, voice low and rough. “Can’t have you looking dull next to all this red.”Avery smiled, tilting her head. “You’re the expert. Where do you want to start?”“Abs first.” He squeezed oil into his palm and rubbed his hands together. “Turn sideways for me.”She did, lifting her arms a little. His warm, calloused hands slid over her stomach, slow circles that made her breath catch.“Like this?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at him.“Perfect,” he murmured. His thumbs brushed just under the edge of her bikini top. “Skin’s gotta glow.”His hands moved lower, over her

They moved together lazily until he came again, softer this time, holding her tight. After, they finally cleaned up and turned off the hose, towelled off with whatever rags they found, laughing quietly. “Truck’s clean enough”Ryan traced a finger down Avery’s slick spine as they stood beside the fire truck.Avery turned, pressing her naked body against his.He reached for the almost-empty bottle of baby oil on the nearby table. “One last series. Unpublished. Just for us.”Her eyes lit up. “Do it.”He tipped the bottle, letting the remaining thick liquid pour slowly over her shoulders, down her breasts, over her stomach. It pooled in her navel, ran between her thighs.Ryan knelt between her legs, spreading them wide. “Look at you. All oiled up and open for me.”“Take me slow this time,” she said, reaching for him. “I want to feel every second.”He guided his cock to her entrance, pushing in inch by inch. She was so wet, so ready, he slid deep easily.“Oh God, Ryan… yes…” she moaned

Isabella’s eyes fluttered open in the dim light of the bedroom, her body heavy and warm against Richard’s bare chest. They had fallen asleep sometime after the third or was it the fourth round, his arms still locked possessively around her waist, his half-hard cock nestled between her thighs. The clock on the nightstand glowed 4:17 a.m.She shifted slightly, feeling him twitch inside her from the movement. A slow, wicked smile spread across her face.“Daddy,” she whispered, lips brushing his collarbone. “Wake up.”Richard stirred, eyes opening instantly. “Princess,” he rasped, voice thick with sleep. “You okay?”“More than okay,” she said, rolling her hips experimentally. His cock hardened fully inside her in seconds. “I want to ride you.”He groaned, hands sliding down to grip her ass. “Then ride me, baby girl. Take what you need.”She pushed up on her elbows, straddling him properly. Slowly, she started moving, long, deep rolls of her hips that made them both moan.“Fuck, yes,” he g

Taylor’s old Honda screeched to a stop outside the familiar two-story house at 1:13 a.m. The cheap red wine buzzed hard in her veins, making the porch light look blurry. She stumbled up the steps in her tiny black dress and heels, mascara already smudged from crying in the car. She banged on the door with her fist.“Open up! I know someone’s home!” she yelled, voice cracking.The door swung open but it wasn't her ex, Jake, but his dad, Greg. He stood there in grey sweatpants and a faded college T-shirt that hugged his broad chest. At forty-nine, the man was still stupidly hot, with silver streaks in his dark hair, stubble, arms thick from weekend gym sessions. Divorced for years, he looked surprised but not angry.“Taylor?” he said. “It’s one in the morning. Everything okay?”She pushed past him into the foyer. “No. Everything is not okay. Where’s Jake?”Greg closed the door. “He’s out of town. Vegas bachelor party with his buddies. Won’t be back till Sunday.”Taylor laughed bitterly,