All Chapters of NO SAINTS HERE (Lustful chapters): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Alaric’s povThe bells had not stopped ringing since dawn.By nightfall, my head ached from their sound—and from the weight of what they announced.My bride had arrived.Princess Elowen of Vaeloria, future Queen of my kingdom whether I wished it or not. The alliance had been signed months ago. The marriage was only a formality now, wrapped in silk and wine and forced smiles.The Great Hall was alive with music and laughter. Torches burned bright against marble walls. Nobles drank as though joy could be swallowed. My father, pale and weakened upon his throne, watched everything with tired eyes while I stood in his place—smiling, nodding, playing the part of Crown Prince of Eldoria.Elowen was beautiful. Anyone with eyes could see that.Her dark hair was braided with gold threads, her posture flawless, her voice soft and measured. She looked at me as a queen should—respectful, distant, already trained not to expect love.And perhaps that was what unsettled me most.By the time the wine

Her lips tasted like the perfect sin. I bit her mouth; she gasped, and I gained access, tasting every inch of her mouth, sucking on her tongue like a crazed man. Perhaps I was.Because at this moment, she got me fucked in ways unimaginable.When I finally let go, her breath was erratic, chest heaving up and down like she had run a marathon. Lips plump—but I was far from done with her.“Emma… please, calm down,” I whispered, but she made a sound that ached my heart.“Are you crying?”She sniffed, stuttering words I barely heard. “They will kill me…”“You are not dying,” I sighed. She shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. “You don’t understand. The Queen—I know she will.”I held her still, my body screaming not to let her go. Between my legs, my cock strained so hard it hurt.Without another word, I took her deeper into the woods, behind the lake, where no one would see us.She shivered the entire time—not from the cold, I guessed. I laid her down by a clearing. Immediately,

Lina’s povThe only wrong I ever committed was being born to him.My father was a compulsive gambler, the worst I’d ever known. When he died three years ago, he left me buried under millions in debt.As if that wasn’t enough, I lost my receptionist job a few months later. Just when everything seemed to collapse, fate turned its face toward me again.I was offered work as a housekeeper for a millionaire—one who was willing to pay my debt upfront.How could I possibly say no?I had been working for Dave for exactly two months when I realized I’d learned the sound of his house better than I’d ever learned my own heartbeat.Until this special afternoon when everything changed.The intercom buzzed softly while I was folding laundry downstairs.Not urgent. Just my name, carried through the walls like it had been waiting for me.“Lina.”My hands stilled.I told myself not to overthink it. He called me often—questions about dinner, reminders about errands, small things. Normal things. I smooth

Lina’s POVMy lips curled into that sweet smile when I felt his hand wrap around my waist, and he inhaled my scent. The sensation made my body tremble.“I want you so bad…” he growled into my neck as we made it around the last stairs before entering his million-dollar mansion. It was rumored to be larger than the president’s.The moment the door clicked shut, he pinned me against the wall, my bag forgotten on the ground. He was kissing me now.We had merely stepped out for grocery shopping; he begged to come along. These past few weeks have been amazing—the best of my life. Dave was the sweetest, and I knew I had already fallen in love with him.We hadn’t defined our relationship yet, but we enjoyed the moment. That’s what mattered, right?“Oh, baby…” I moaned when he bit my nipple through my shirt. I had no bra on.He groaned as he pulled my pants and underwear down together. The cold air hit my skin. Seconds later my legs were on his shoulders. He kissed my pussy in the most passion

Tima’s POVI wasn’t supposed to be here.That thought had been playing in my head all night, growing louder with every step I took deeper into the unfamiliar chaos of the club. My parents would lose their minds if they knew. My brother? He’d probably show up himself just to drag me home by the wrist.I’d never been the wild type. Never the girl sneaking out or losing herself in flashing lights and loud music. But tonight—tonight felt different. I was tired of being the good daughter. The careful sister. The girl whose life was mapped out by everyone else.So when my friend begged me to stay over at her dorm on Friday night, I agreed. And when she suggested we sneak out for a party, I told myself it was harmless. Just one night.Big mistake.The club was too loud. Too crowded. Too much. Bodies pressed together, music vibrating through my bones, alcohol thick in the air. I stood out like a sore thumb—sober, tense, clutching my drink like it was a shield.After twenty minutes, I’d had en