บททั้งหมดของ Her Dirty Little Games: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

GLORIAIt had been four days since I left his house, and I couldn’t get him off my mind. Not a single moment passed without the echo of his voice, the feel of his hands, the way he made me shiver from the inside out.Every day, I had wanted to get into my car and drive straight back, pull up to his door, knock, and beg him to take me again. Every day, the temptation gnawed at me. But I restrained myself. I told myself he needed space, that I needed to let him miss me… even though I knew he could still satisfy himself elsewhere if he wanted. That thought stung, but part of me craved the challenge, the idea that maybe he’d think of me just as much as I thought of him.Today was Sunday, and the service had just started, but my mind wasn’t there. I could hear the familiar hymns, see the light streaming through the stained glass, but my thoughts kept slipping back to him.I kept glancing toward the entrance, my heart racing each time the door opened. Would he come today? Would he walk dow

GLORIAHis lips barely left mine as his hand slid down, his fingertips brushing over my thigh, slow enough to make me shudder. He didn’t rush… he wanted me to suffer for coming, for choosing him, for risking everything just to be in this stall with him.His hand traced the outline of my panties, the fabric already damp, and my whole body jerked at the contact. I tried to bite back the moan, but he knew and kissed me greedily.“Fuck,” he hissed, pressing harder, rubbing over the soaked fabric with slow, lazy circles. “You’re dripping through these little panties, baby. Pastor could never…” He let the words hang, his grin wicked, daring me to deny it.I gasped, clutching at his shirt, but he grabbed both my wrists with one hand and pinned them above my head against the stall door. My chest rose and fell in wild, shallow breaths, my pulse hammering.“Keep your hands there,” he ordered, his tone so sharp it made my thighs tremble.He bent lower, pulling my panties to the side with agonizi

THE MAFIA BOSS AND HIS PRISONERKAYLAMy shift was finally over. My feet ached from walking in heels all night, but the ache was worth it. The money was damn good. Working as a waitress in a strip club wasn’t glamorous, but with the type of rich assholes who came here, it was profitable. Tips rained whenever I leaned forward just a little, because, let’s be honest, have you seen my ass? My tits? Yeah. They noticed, and they paid for the view.The manager kept pushing me to move to the stage, but nahhh. I was good where I was. Stripping meant hands… greasy, drunk, disgusting hands, and I wasn’t about to let that happen. This way, I made enough to survive and still walked out untouched.I tied my hair into a messy ponytail, swiped on some lip gloss, and slung my bag over my shoulder. Finally, freedom. I stepped outside, already thinking about my shower and bed.Then…BANG! BANG! BANG!Gunshots. My heart slammed against my ribs.“The fuck…?” I whispered, ducking low as screams erupted a

KAYLAHis eyes flicked down, then his gaze snapped back to my face.“Useful,” he repeated. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “You think spreading your legs is the same as leverage?”Heat rushed to my cheeks, but I didn’t flinch. “I think men like you don’t waste what can serve them.”The corner of his mouth curved. “Sharp tongue, sharper body. And yet…” His hand moved slowly, tracing the tip of the unlit cigar. “…you’re still just another frightened little witness in my chair.”Every nerve in me screamed to sit down, shut up and obey. But fear wasn’t going to save me.I stepped closer to the desk, enough that his cologne wrapped around me. “Maybe. But I’m not like the others. You know it.”The temperature in the room shifted. His eyes narrowed, and then he stood slowly.I stumbled back a step before I could stop myself, my back brushing the cold wood of the bookshelf.He followed gently, closing the distance until my breath skipped and I realized how badly I’d just co

KAYLAMy legs barely worked when he pulled out of me. I felt ruined, stretched, dripping. My pussy clenched around nothing, his cum already sliding hot and thick down the inside of my thighs.I wanted to gather myself, at least fix my skirt, but the heavy knock came before I could move.“Come in," the boss muttered, unbothered, like he hadn’t just destroyed me over his desk.The door opened, and two guards stepped in. Their eyes flicked over me, and heat flooded my face. My cheeks burned from how fucking filthy I looked. My hair was a mess, lip gloss smeared.“Take her,” the boss ordered, already leaning back in his chair, lighting that damn cigar like I was nothing but a break in his schedule.The guards didn’t ask questions. They grabbed me by the arms, dragging me upright. My knees wobbled, and I hissed when my sore pussy brushed against the hem of my skirt, the fabric sticking to the wet mess between my legs.The hallway blurred as they hauled me back. Every step made his cum leak