Dirty and Sinful Collection (erotica) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

8I knew he was lying about where he was headed before he even finished his sentence. There’s a difference between a gut feeling and the kind of slow, gnawing certainty that seeps into your bones. This was the latter. It had been building for weeks. Every strange contradiction, every mismatched detail, every time I looked into Jake’s eyes and saw someone I didn’t quite recognize.So I followed him.I told myself I just needed to see something, maybe a clue or a confrontation, anything that could explain this madness. But deep down, I think I already knew what I was going to find.He didn’t see me. I made sure I was careful. I parked two cars behind, keeping my sunglasses on and walked slow and casually when he turned the corner on 9th and Delaney and headed into the café.But what made me freeze, what made my skin go cold despite the heat, was when I saw him again.Already inside.Jake… and Jake.Two of them. Identical.One wasin a dark hoodie with his head low. The other in a button-d

1We were having coffee together, me sitting cross legged on my couch and wearing Jakes T-shirt with my fingers wrapped around a mug when I looked at both of them and said, “I want you. Both of you. At the same time.”Julian was the first to react. He leaned back in his chair, eyebrows raised. “You sure?”Jake went still, fingers frozen on the rim of his cup. His lips parted slightly, like he was about to speak, but no words came.“I’m tired of pretending,” I said. “Tired of choosing. I’ve loved things about both of you. Hated things, too. But this, what we are, it’s already messy. Why not make it honest?”Jake finally exhaled. “I don’t know if I can watch you with him again.”“You won’t be watching,” I said softly. “You’ll be with me.”Julian chuckled, low and rough. “God, that’s the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”I didn’t laugh. I stood and pulled off the shirt, letting it fall to the floor, then turned around and walked slowly to the bedroom.They followed me to the bedroo

2CalliaThe silk clung to me like a second skin. It was too thin to protect me from anything, and too smooth it would easily tear. It slid over the curve of my breasts, wrapped tight at my waist, then fell in soft, sheer layers down my thighs. For every step that I took, the fabric brushed against the inside of my legs like it was trying to seduce me into surrender.Shells lined the edge of the veil draped over my shoulders, making a little kind of rhythm as I walked. Pearls nestled between my breasts too. My hair had been combed until it shone like water, braided with ribbons and threaded with coral.I had no voice. It wasn’t like they had for ufden me to speak, but instead the sound had fled me, had been swallowed by the temple walls and the anxiety of what was to come.The drums started slowly, sounding low and steady like an heartbeat. Then it slowly grew louder, the ground trembling beneath my bare feet. I felt it in my chest before I even heard it in my ears. A thousand voices r

4CalliaI was already trembling before he even touched me.The chamber was different tonight. The light had changed. It was much more darker now, with soft blue fire flickering along the edges of the coral walls. The ocean felt like it was holding it’s breath.I stood at the center of the room, bare, my skin still damp from the perfumed bath one of his priestesses had drawn me into without a word. They’d combed my hair until it hung like silk down my back, then left me here without instruction but only a whispered phrase as the door closed behind them:“Trust him.”My heart thudded loud in the hush.He appeared from behind one of the stone arches, wearing a long dark robe that dragged behind him like liquid shadow. The air shifted when he entered. It felt more charged with electricity. His eyes met mine, and my whole body responded with anticipation.He circled me slowly, once, twice. I didn’t move or speak.He stopped behind me, so close I felt the heat of him on my spine.“You’ve ta

6Callia’s POVI could barely recognize the sound coming from my own mouth.It was a sound caught between a scream and a sob. It sounded raw, ragged, ripping through the air like a curse torn straight from my gut. I paced the room, naked and seething, my teeth bared like a cornered animal trapped in a cage far too beautiful for its fury.The chamber echoed with my rage. The coral walls didn’t tremble. Of course they didn’t. Nothing down here broke but me.“Do you even care what you took from me?” I shouted, spinning to face the empty space as if he were already in it. “Do gods even feel guilt, or is it all power and prophecy and taking?”He appeared as if I’d summoned him.Tall. Calm. Bare-chested, again. Always that same unsettling stillness, like the tide just before it pulls you under.Thalor stepped toward me slowly, but I backed away, holding up my hand not fear But in fury.“Don’t. Don’t pretend you’re gentle. Don’t act like this is some divine fucking romance. I was stolen.”His