All Chapters of Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections): Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

The sun was just bleeding through the grimy loft windows when Elara stirred. Paint streaks stained her skin, bruises bloomed along her neck and thighs, and her silk skirt hung in tatters from one chair. She should have felt ruined. She should have been horrified.Instead, her body still ached with hunger.Soren leaned against the window, smoke curling from the cigarette between his tattooed fingers. His naked body was a study in shadow and light, all taut muscle and ink. He didn’t look at her. He didn’t need to. His presence filled the room, pressing on her chest as surely as his hand had the night before.“You should leave,” he muttered, voice rough from whiskey and sex.Elara sat up slowly, clutching the sheet to her chest. “Do you want me to?”Finally, he looked. And that stare, dark, burning, unreadable, made her pulse skip. He ground the cigarette into an ashtray and stalked back toward her, every step coiled with predator intent.“I want to ruin you again,” he said, grabbing th

Derina Night wasn’t supposed to be here.Her father’s warnings still rang in her head, Never cross the bridge. Never give a Coby a reason to know your name.But the bridge called to her like a dare. The rusted iron structure stretched across the river like a scar, separating the pristine world of the Night family’s polished reputation from the shadow-soaked empire of the Cobys. Everyone in their city knew the truth: the Cobys ruled the underworld, and the Nights ruled everything above it. They were oil and fire, dangerous when apart, catastrophic when together.And here she was, heels clicking against cracked concrete, the echo swallowed by night.She told herself it was curiosity. She told herself it was rebellion. The truth was messier: she was tired of silk dresses and whispered expectations, of pretending her life was untouchable. She wanted to see what danger felt like up close.The river below churned, reflecting the weak glow of a dying streetlamp. Somewhere in the distance, a

The warehouse was too quiet after.Derina leaned against the pillar, skirt still rucked up indecently, chest heaving as she tried to drag air back into her lungs. Cavin paced a few feet away, running a hand through his dark hair, the other dragging over his mouth as though he could erase what just happened.“This was a mistake,” he muttered, voice rough.She laughed, breathless and sharp. “That’s one way to describe the best sex of my life.”His eyes cut to hers, burning, unreadable. “You think this is a game, Night? Your family and mine would start a goddamn war if they knew what just happened in here.”Derina pushed off the pillar, straightening her blouse with trembling fingers. “Then maybe they shouldn’t know.”He caught her wrist before she could walk past him, his grip iron but not cruel. His jaw clenched, eyes storming. “You don’t get it. I shouldn’t even want you. But I do. Too fucking much.”The admission punched heat into her belly. She should’ve pulled away. She should’ve r

The music downstairs thundered like a heartbeat, but Amara barely heard it anymore. Her own pulse drowned out everything else, pounding in her ears as she sagged between them, trembling and slick, her body still shuddering from release.They hadn’t stopped watching her.Three pairs of eyes, Hunter, Deandro and Axel looks at her with eyes, hungry, dark, unrelenting, devoured every flicker of her expression, every weak little gasp that left her lips.Hunter stroked his thumb across her flushed cheek, his dominance softened just enough to be terrifying. “You gave us your body, little dove.” His voice was velvet and steel. “Now you’ll give us everything else.”Her breath caught. “I—don’t know what that means.”Deandro laughed low, curling an arm around her waist, pulling her backward against his chest. His mouth grazed her ear. “It means you don’t get to hide anymore. Not from us.” His fingers slipped between her thighs again, coaxing a whimper from her sore body. “And it means we’re not

The club still pulsed beneath them, music bleeding faintly through the walls, but inside the suite, the world had narrowed to a feverish storm of heat, hunger, and surrender. She had already been undone in more ways than she could count, yet the three men who had claimed her weren’t done, not nearly.Hunter stood over her like a dark sentinel, every move measured, his eyes burning with that ruthless hunger that had marked him from the first moment. He was control, absolute, unshakable, and terrifyingly addictive.Deandro was a contrast, lounging with that lazy kind of seduction that disarmed her even as he teased, his lips always curving as though he knew every secret she hadn’t yet dared to whisper. His hands were smooth fire, coaxing rather than demanding, but still leaving her undone.And Axel… Axel was chaos itself, raw and unfiltered. Every kiss from him was a bite, every touch an edge of danger, his body thrumming with the kind of primal need that made her tremble. Where Hunter