All Chapters of NO SAINTS HERE (Lustful chapters): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Seraphina’s POVThe ocean never felt peaceful to me—not when Dante was involved.His private jet touched down on a small island off the Italian coast, all white sand and glass villas, but even paradise flinched when my husband stepped onto it. Dante Moretti was a man people looked at once and then quickly looked away from. He thrived on silence. On fear. On control.And behind him, as always, was Kael. My bodyguard for three years. The only man who didn’t look away.Kael Draven walked a few steps behind us, dressed in his usual all-black tactical clothes, watching every movement, every breath of wind like it might turn into a bullet. Broad-shouldered, quiet, unreadable. His eyes tracked danger the way Dante’s tracked weakness.But every once in a while… I felt them track me.I shouldn’t have noticed. I shouldn’t have cared.
Yet the moment his gaze brushed mine, something warm curled low in my stomach.I looked away first. I always did.We came here because Dante needed to “finish busi

Seraphina’s POV One month had gone by in the blink of an eye. We were back home, in Italy, and it had been the best moments of my life.Kael was not only my bodyguard but my lover now. We fucked every day and everywhere; we never seemed to get enough of each other. His sudden obsession with me came after that perfect night back at the beach house, and I loved every second of it—except when we had to act safe in front of Dante. That part only fueled my anger for the man.“Fuckkkk… baby.”Slap, slap — the sound of flesh hitting flesh.The raw rhythm of our moans filled the woods, our favorite place to fuck. He lay on the grass as I rode him. One hand squeezed my breast, the other gripped my waist. I looked at his closed eyes, lips parted as pleasure consumed him. He always loved when I took control. I loved his cock, how perfectly he fit inside me, how he let me be me during sex, unlike my over-controlling husband. Sex with Dante was good, but nothing like what I had with Kael. The th

Belle “Fuck, I’m cumming..!” he groans, moaning loudly in my ear. His thrusts increased, each one harder and more urgent, and seconds later he ejaculates. “That was amazing, babe.” Daniel kissed my cheek, already half-asleep within seconds. This was our routine. I never complained, but sex with Daniel was always… predictable, even boring at times. Yet I loved him—perhaps because we had been together for years, and comfort, familiarity, and loyalty had their own appeal. I inhaled the lit cigarette in my hand, the smoke curling around me in the dim light—a bad habit I had picked up last year. A few minutes later, I found myself strolling out of our room, letting the soft night air wrap around my bare shoulders. The resort was quiet. After the wedding, everyone was asleep; the lull of the waves and the distant calls of the night birds were the only sounds. As I passed Tessa’s room, moans and groans spilled into the corridor. I shook my head with a smile. The bride seemed to be havin

Ari’s povI’d only been working there for a week, and already I knew this job was a terrible idea.Not because I wasn’t good at it. I was.Not because the hours were long. They were manageable.It was her. Valen Cross. My boss.CEO. Power suit. That quiet kind of authority that doesn’t need to announce itself. She didn’t talk much. She didn’t smile much either. When she walked past, conversations died on their own, like people instinctively knew better.And I’d been in love with her long before I ever submitted my résumé.I told myself it was admiration. A professional crush. Something harmless. I told myself a lot of things. What I didn’t tell anyone—my family, my friends, anyone—was that I liked women. That I’d always liked women. That watching Valen Cross speak on panels late at night had done things to me I didn’t have words for back then.So yes, I chose this company because of her.Judge me later.It was lunch break when HR asked me to bring a few documents upstairs, to Valen’s

Diana’s povI hadn’t been back in this country in over twenty years, yet the air felt familiar the moment I stepped out of the car. The kind of place that made memories surface whether you invited them or not.Forty years old. Divorced. No children. A passport full of stamps and a bank account heavy enough to silence most questions.People liked to assume that meant I was lonely.I wasn’t.I was here for the summit—another closed-door meeting with men who pretended not to be intimidated by a woman who owned more than half the room combined. The headlines would talk about investments and partnerships. The truth was simpler: power recognized power.But tonight wasn’t about business.Tonight, I was supposed to be relaxing.I was supposed to be meeting someone.The club pulsed with music, low lights sliding across polished skin and expensive fabric. I sat at the bar in a fitted black dress, one leg crossed over the other, my phone glowing in my hand. The bartender refilled my glass withou