All Chapters of Midnight Pleasure: 30 Shades Of Short Steamy Stories : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

~LilaThe staircase creaked under my bare feet, each step echoing in the silent house as I climbed, the glass of water trembling in my hand.My towel felt too small, clinging to my damp skin, and my wet hair dripped down my back, sending shivers through me that weren’t just from the cold. Donovan’s order, “Bring me a cup of water. To my room. Now.” rang in my head, his voice deep and unyielding, like a chain pulling me forward. My heart pounded, a mix of nerves and something sharper I didn’t want to name, and the bangles I still clutched bit into my palm, grounding me as I reached the top of the stairs.The hallway was dark, the faint glow of a nightlight casting long shadows. Donovan’s room was at the end, past Derek’s closed door and the one I figured was Vanessa’s, both mercifully quiet.I prayed neither of them would step out, Derek with his wolfish smirk, Vanessa with her sharp eyes that seemed to see everything. My stomach twisted at the thought of them catching me like this

~LilyThe front door clicked open just after sunset, laughter and suitcase wheels rumbling across the hardwood. Mum’s voice floated in first, followed by Elijah’s low chuckle as he carried both bags like they weighed nothing.I’d been waiting on the bottom stair, knees pressed together, heart hammering so loud I was sure they’d hear it.Mum swept in, bronzed and glowing, arms already open. “Lily! Baby, we missed you!” She smelled like coconut and airport perfume, hugging me tight. Elijah hung back, rolling his shoulders, that easy smile on his face… until his eyes met mine.Something shifted in the air.Mum was still chattering about snorkeling and spicy prawn curry when I stood up.“Elijah, can I borrow you for a second?” My voice came out steadier than I felt.He raised a brow, amused, but followed me without a word into the kitchen. The moment the door swung shut behind us, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him around the corner, out of sight.Before I could even open my mouth, he

The house was too quiet when I woke up.Elijah was gone before sunrise. I’d felt him kiss my forehead, heard him whisper “I’ll find you later, baby” against my hair, then the soft click of my bedroom door. The sheets still smelled like him: salt and cedar and warm skin. My body ached in the sweetest places, like every bruise was a secret love letter.I lay there for a long time, staring at the fairy lights that were still on, pale and tired in the morning light. My phone buzzed on the nightstand.Mum: Don’t forget therapy at 11, sweetheart. Dr. Patel is lovely, you’ll like her. I’ll be at brunch with the girls, text me after? Love you xxxI typed back a quick heart emoji so she wouldn’t worry.By 10:15 I was showered, dressed in the softest cream sweater and jeans, hair twisted into a low knot. I looked like any other twenty year old on her way to uni, except for the faint hickey blooming just under the collar of my sweater and the way my thighs still trembled when I walked.The the

~LilaThe room smelled of sex and money and him. My thighs shook so hard I could barely stand. Every step sent a sharp, raw ache between my legs, a reminder of how hard he’d taken me, how deep he’d gone. His cum was still warm inside me, slipping down the inside of my thigh as I pushed myself up on trembling arms. The scattered bills clung to my sweaty back and breasts like obscene stickers, I peeled a hundred dollar note off my stomach and let it flutter to the floor.Donovan lay sprawled on the bed, chest still heaving, one arm flung over his eyes, the other reaching lazily for the glass of water I’d brought him what felt like a lifetime ago.He didn’t look at me when he spoke, voice thick and satisfied. “Door’s that way, sweetheart. Go clean yourself up. We’ll talk tomorrow.”No softness. No pretend tenderness. Just a king dismissing his new toy.I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced my legs to move. The towel he’d ripped off me was somewhere on the floor, I didn’t ev

I asked Dean to drop me two streets away.He didn’t want to. He argued, voice low and urgent, fingers tight around the steering wheel. But I looked at him with swollen eyes and said, “I need to do this part alone. Please.”He kissed my forehead, long and slow, then let me go.I walked the last stretch in the cold, hands buried in my coat pockets, breath fogging in front of me. The house looked exactly the same, warm lights glowing through the curtains, Mum’s little pumpkin still on the doorstep even though Halloween was weeks ago, but it felt like walking toward a stranger’s life.The front door was unlocked. I stepped inside and the smell hit me first: Mum’s coconut shampoo, the faint trace of Elijah’s cologne, and something new underneath it all, something fragile and terrifying.They were in the living room.Mum was curled on the sofa in one of Elijah’s hoodies, knees drawn up, hands wrapped protectively around a mug she wasn’t drinking from. Her eyes were red but dry. Elijah sto