All Chapters of Sinful Seduction: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

333 Chapters

My ex’s brother 1

Jaden’s POV“Just stay calm. You’re going to get the job. Act confident. Like you belong here.”My whispered mantra did nothing to still the nerves fluttering in my gut like trapped moths. I sat on the edge of the faux-leather waiting room chair, resume clutched in sweaty palms, the low heel of my white zipper ankle boot tapping out a nervous rhythm against the cheap beige carpet.I could feel their eyes—sharp, judgmental, territorial. The other candidates, all women, sat upright and silent like some unspoken sisterhood tribunal, their tailored navy suits and modest skirts silently condemning me in my blush-pink blazer and matching slacks. My look wasn’t subtle. I’d styled my hair soft, my lips tinted just enough to shine, and my perfume, yes, perfume was a flirtation with rebellion in an already hostile room.Their stares weren’t just glances; they were verdicts. Cold, dismissive, and painfully familiar.Come on, just call my name already. Please. I was drowning in the quiet tension,

My ex’s brother 2

Jaden’s POVI didn’t move.I couldn’t.Lucas’s fingers trailed slowly down my collar, brushing the skin above my chest. I felt it in every part of me. My breath hitched, and he smirked like he knew. Like he could feel the effect he had on me.“You’re still so easy to read,” he whispered, his mouth so close I could feel the heat of his breath. “Some things don’t change.”I swallowed hard. “You shouldn’t be doing this.”“And yet…” His thumb traced the edge of my jaw. “You’re still standing here.”My body burned. I hated him. I wanted him. I hated that I wanted him.But God, I did.I leaned in, just an inch, just enough to test him.He closed the space.His lips crashed onto mine—hot, rough, hungry.I gasped, and he used that moment to deepen the kiss, tongue sliding against mine. I clutched his shirt, pulling him closer, and he groaned into my mouth. It was messy. Raw. Weeks of stress and years of tension poured into that one kiss.His hands slid down my sides, gripping my hips hard.Th

My ex’s brother 3

Jaden’s POVI didn’t sleep much after the dream.My alarm went off at 6:30 a.m., but I’d already been lying there, staring at the ceiling, replaying every second of Lucas’s mouth on me.My body still hummed with heat. My heart still beat a little too fast.This was a terrible idea.And yet, I was already dressing up for him.Soft cream shirt, fitted gray slacks, a thin gold chain. I dabbed a little perfume on my neck, just enough for him to notice if he got close again.God help me, I wanted him to get close again.I walked into the building fifteen minutes early.The front desk directed me upstairs to the executive floor.The air felt expensive up there. Quiet. Cold. Too clean.I knocked on Lucas’s office door, praying someone else would open it.But of course, he did.His blue eyes locked on mine the second the door opened. His tie was undone. His sleeves were rolled up. Hair is slightly messy.He looked like trouble. And I was already weak.“Morning,” I said, forcing a smile.Lucas

My boss and his wife 1

Ivy had never been inside a building so glassy and cold. It rose like a blade into the sky, its steel and shine intimidating in the midmorning sun. The lobby smelled like money and new leather, with walls so white they looked untouched by human hands. She clutched her thrifted handbag tighter, the scuff on her flats suddenly screaming at her as she stepped onto the marble floor. Her reflection on the walls reminded her she was out of place, but she had come too far to back down now.The receptionist had impossibly glossy hair and a voice as flat as polished stone. “Top floor. Office of Mr. and Mrs. Caelum,” she said without looking up. Ivy gave a tight nod and made her way toward the elevator, her palms sweating around the crumpled copy of her resume. Each ping of the elevator made her heart race. She tried to remember the breathing technique her roommate taught her—inhale for four, exhale for seven—but it barely helped. She was about to walk into an interview with two of the most inf

My Boss and his wife 2

The building looked different at night. Ivy stood in front of the revolving glass doors, her reflection ghost-like in the glossy surface. It was quiet, too quiet, the city hum muffled by the height and luxury of the tower. Her fingers trembled as she typed in the code she’d been sent. The lock clicked open with a metallic sigh. The lobby lights were dimmed, casting shadows across the marble floor. There was no receptionist this time. Just silence and the soft echo of her heels as she crossed to the elevator.She wore what they had asked for. A black fitted dress that clung to her hips and cinched at her waist, just low enough at the neckline to feel scandalous but not enough to look unprofessional. She had stared at herself in the mirror for ten minutes before leaving her apartment, questioning her sanity, her morality, and her hunger all at once. She had still come.The elevator opened to the top floor. It wasn’t the office from before. This time, the doors opened directly into a pri

My boss and his wife 3

The mornings after were the worst. Ivy would wake up tangled in her sheets, her thighs sticky with memory, her mouth still tasting of wine and sin. She would lie there for long minutes, staring at the cracked ceiling of her tiny apartment, trying to convince herself that she had dreamed it all. That she had not spread her legs wide on her boss’s velvet couch while his wife licked her to pieces under his hungry gaze. That she had not whispered please again with her eyes fluttering shut as Elise’s tongue pushed deeper. That she had not left their penthouse with trembling legs and no panties beneath her dress.But then her phone would buzz, and the spell would break all over again.Private NumberCome up tonight. He wants to watch you crawl.And she would go. Every time. Without resistance.The days blurred into a cycle of temptation and surrender. Ivy’s body became something else entirely. A vessel of need. A tool for their pleasure. And yet she never felt used. No, it was worse. She fe

My boss and his wife 4

The sky outside the penthouse was painted in shades of deep indigo, the city below blurred in golden halos of streetlight. Ivy stood barefoot on the cool marble floor, her coat folded neatly over her arm, her body already bare underneath. She had stopped pretending to be surprised by their messages. There was no hesitation now. No need for them to lure her in with soft words or promises of pleasure. She came because she wanted to be ruined again. Because no one had ever touched her the way they did. No one had ever seen her the way they did. And she knew that tonight would be the last time. The kind of last that didn’t need saying. She could feel it in the air, thick and quiet like the stillness before a storm.The door creaked open without warning. Mr. Caelum stood in the doorway, shirtless, his trousers hanging low on his hips, his expression unreadable. Behind him, Elise moved like smoke, wrapped in a blood-red silk robe that clung to her curves and trailed behind her as she walked

My Uncle Matthew 1

I didn’t expect the heat to slam into me like that.The moment I stepped off the bus, it wrapped around me—thick, humid, and heavy. The kind of heat that stuck to your skin, made your clothes cling to your back, and stole the air from your lungs. It wasn’t like the dry summers I was used to. No, this was the Deep South kind, stifling and suffocating, as if the sun itself had settled on my shoulders.Dust kicked up with each step as I trudged the short walk toward Uncle Matthew’s farmhouse. The five-minute stroll felt like a marathon with the sun beating down, my bag dragging at my shoulder. When the house finally came into view, a wave of nostalgia hit me—memories of running barefoot through the fields, of hiding in the barn loft, of simpler times.I smiled despite the sweat trickling down my spine.Coming back here had never felt like a mistake. I’d overheard Dad on the phone with Uncle Matthew, talking about being short on help for the farm. I didn’t hesitate. I packed my things and

My Uncle Mathew 2

Uncle Matthew told me I’d have a few days to settle in, rest up from the trip before jumping into work. I appreciated the gesture, though rest was the last thing on my mind.When I wasn’t wandering the wide fields or familiarizing myself with the animals, I was with him. He showed me around the property as if I’d never been there before, pointing out the upgrades, the changes, the new additions to the barn. And all the while, something else simmered beneath the surface. It wasn’t just the Southern heat making my skin flush. It was the way his hand would brush my lower back when guiding me, the way his voice dropped when he mentioned the hard labor I’d eventually take part in. His tone turned low and gritty, and it sent a ripple of heat straight between my thighs.He introduced me to the ranch hands, but they hardly made eye contact. They seemed polite, brisk, and slightly uneasy. I could tell they’d been warned. Told not to look too long. Told not to treat me like one of the regular g

My Uncle Matthew 3

That night in bed, I couldn’t help myself. Kicking the sheets off my body, I slowly slid my panties down my legs, enjoying the feeling of the soft fabric brushing against my skin, imagining it was Uncle’s thick, calloused fingers touching me instead.I splayed my legs wide, exposing my needy pussy. Skimming my fingers down my stomach to my aching slit, I ran them over my swollen, wet lips, massaging them, teasing myself until I couldn’t wait any longer. I sought out my engorged clit, and circled it over and over again, using my juices as lube.I wished my uncle was her, his tongue swiping back and forth, up and down, and finally pulling my little bud into his mouth, sucking it like his life depended on it.Spasms spread from my cunt outwards, jerking my arms and legs and bowing my back. Copious amounts of thin, slippery fluid coasted my fingers before sliding down my crack and over my asshole.I laid on the wet sheets in total amazement. I just had the best orgasm of my life, and it w

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