All Chapters of His Sinful Pleasure : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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51. Would those glaciers in his eyes ever melt?

Author's point of view “I won’t continue until you agree to play the game,” Zerina declared firmly, her arms still folded across her chest like a tiny general giving orders to her king.Her lips formed the cutest pout that would have made anyone else laugh, but not Lysander. He blinked, completely caught off guard by her defiance. His brows twitched as he tilted his head slightly, watching her.She wasn’t joking. That pout was real. That fire in her eyes was also real.The small, stubborn woman before him was refusing to obey his command over something as silly as a game. Lysander’s eyes narrowed slowly, his silence weighing heavy in the room. The temperature seemed to drop, yet Zerina stood her ground, glaring right back at him. What the...She tilted her head, her tone teasing. “Why don’t you want to play? Don’t tell me you’re bad at it? Is that it? I promise it will be fun and I wouldn't mock you if you really suck at it. Pretty please!”His gaze darkened slightly. But Zerina was

Last Updated : 2025-11-10

52. TRESPASSING ROGUES

Author's point of view Meanwhile two hours before, "We've got trespassers!" The butler whispered. Trespassers. Lysander's jaw tightened, and for a brief moment, the veins in his neck pulsed with restrained anger. He didn't need to ask who. He already knew. Before the butler could straighten, a low growl rumbled deep in his chest.. a sound only his wolf could understand. "Rogues, Alpha King." His beta confirmed, his voice echoed through the mindlink... A sacred invisible channel that bound wolves to their pack. It was more than communication to them;it was a connection. Every alpha shared a mental thread with his wolves, and his wolves equally shared it with people within their pack. Words weren't needed.. emotions, intent, and orders could flow freely through the silent current. "What do you want me to do to them?" Kyle asked. Lysander rose slowly, his movements measured but heavy with power. The storm gathered in his eyes. A storm so cold and merciless, Mr. Wilson felt

Last Updated : 2025-11-12

53. Make me feel good

Author's point of view The hot water hit Lysander's back in steady waves. He didn't flinch. He simply watched, silent, as the droplets fell from his hair and slid across the hard lines of his jaw, washing away every trace of the kill. His wolf purred inside him, satisfied. But Lysander felt nothing... Only quiet. The kind of cold quiet that always followed a kill. He reached for the towel, dragging it slowly across his broad shoulders, his muscles were still tight, still buzzing faintly with leftover adrenaline. Killing helped. It always did. It was the only thing that silenced the storm that lived inside him. Just as he wrapped the towel around his waist, a knock echoed through the door. Lysander inhaled deeply. It was the butler. His wolf recognized the butler's scent. "Enter," Lysander commanded. The door opened with a soft creak and Mr. Wilson stepped inside with his head bowed and his hands clasped behind his back. Even without looking up, the man carried respect in e

Last Updated : 2025-11-14

54. DO IT WHILE STRADDLING ME

Author's point of view Zerina’s legs felt strangely light as she walked toward the bed, almost as if the floor beneath her wasn’t real but something soft and floating. Her heart thudded softly but steadily inside her chest, a little faster every time she looked up and met Lysander’s unreadable gaze. He sat on her bed like he owned it… like he owned the air. His back rested lazily against the silver headboard, long legs stretched out. His posture perfectly relaxed in the way powerful men often were. He didn’t need to move much to show dominance; it existed in the quiet curve of his shoulders, the tilt of his head, the way those icy eyes tracked her every step. Zerina reached the edge of the mattress and slowly climbed onto it. Her knees pressed gently into the sheets as she knelt at his feet. The bed dipped faintly beneath her weight, a soft reminder of how small she must look in front of him. She lifted her chin and gazed up at him with steady eyes even though her throat felt ti

Last Updated : 2025-11-17

A black werewolf. It felt alive

Zerina's point of view My face turned red. It wasn't just a flush or a shy little warmth. No.. my whole face heated up as a memory from the last four to five days struck me like lightning. The memory of the first time we met. That moment when I threw myself at him without thinking. I had straddled him then too. AWKWARDLY. EMBARRASSINGLY. I wasn't even sure I was doing it right. I still don't know how I survived the shame of that day. And now here I was again, in the same position, except this time he was asking me to do it. Did he.. did he like it the first time? Did he think I looked ridiculous? Or... No, no, Zerina. Don't.. don't think about it.. Stop. Stop overthinking. That was in the past, this is the present. I swallowed hard and slowly sat up on my knees. I lifted one leg, sliding it carefully over his torso, placing it on the other side of him. My breath caught as I settled gently, straddling him exactly the way my memory showed me I had done that first day.

Last Updated : 2025-11-20

56. YOUR BODY REACTED! IT AROUSED!

Zerina’s point of view “I’m just going to massage you,” I told him, trying to sound confident even though my heart was bouncing unevenly inside my chest. “Just lie down there and… watch the magic happen.” The moment those words left my mouth, I wanted to grab them and shove them back inside. What magic? Whose magic? That word was so silly of me to use. I giggled inwardly. But to my surprise Lysander didn’t object. He didn’t tease me. He didn’t even smirk. He just froze. Completely still. As if someone had pressed a pause button on him. For a second I wondered if he was offended, or confused, or both. But his expression wasn’t angry. It was more like he was… dumfounded. Shocked. Like his brain didn’t know what to do with the fact that his wife just claimed she was about to perform “magic” on him. Or wasn't he expecting me to massage him? What else did he think I would do to make him feel good? I sighed. Fine. I wasn’t going to waste the moment. I rolled up th

Last Updated : 2025-11-21

57. TAME THE LITTLE BEAST YOU WOKE FROM ITS SLUMBER, ZERINA

Author's point of view A while earlier, back in the bathroom, Zerina stood in front of the sink with her phone clutched tightly to her sweaty palms. Her heart was racing, her eyes jumping over the glowing screen as she reread the single line she managed to see before running back out: (It's pretty simple.. just keep an eye down there. If there's a change or a bulge, then he's definitely feeling good.) She didn't read any further. Just that small answer was all she needed. And now.. thankfully, she could clearly see it. The change. The bulge. So it was true.. what she browsed didn't lie. Lysander on the other hand was shocked as hell. He had made sure that he didn't show any reaction, even if her massage felt extremely good. Actually, he had never felt this relaxed in a long long while which was why he had already made up his mind to agree with her request. This wife deserved a reward for doing her job well and he didn't react to her touches because he wanted it to last longer.

Last Updated : 2025-11-22

58. JUST BREATHE, LITTLE WIFE. YOU WANTED TO TAME THE LITTLE BEAST, DIDNT YOU?

WARNING: MATURE CONTENTS WILL BE SEEN IN THIS CHAPTER. IT'S NOT ADVISABLE THAT YOUNG READERS READ THIS. ENJOY. Zerina's point of view I froze. I. Just. Froze. My thoughts scattered in every direction like terrified chickens with no sense of direction. My brain kept repeating the same word over and over, like it was stuck on a broken track: What? What? WHAT?!! One moment, I was dancing like a crazy winner both in my head and physically because I had finally gotten the "reaction" that proved I made him feel good... Something I was very grateful to the web about. It had assured me this would happen.. but it didn't tell me what would happen after that. Here I was, kneeling here. Face to face with a very intense real situation I never thought I'd witness in my life. My mind spun so fast I felt dizzy. My mouth opened. Then closed. Then it opened again. No words came out. Only a strange little squeak. I didn't understand anything anymore. How could a simple massage turn into

Last Updated : 2025-11-24

59. PLEASING THE LITTLE BEAST IS TORTURE

WARNING: MATURE CONTENTS WILL BE SEEN IN THIS CHAPTER. IT'S NOT ADVISABLE THAT YOUNG READERS READ THIS. ENJOY.Author's point of view "What do..." Before she could even say anything, Lysander put her hand on his bulge. A series of emotions rushed through Zerina's heart. She was shocked, bewildered, mortified but something else stirred within her— curiosity.Her gaze drifted downward, settling in the front of the man's trousers. Slowly, ever so slowly, her hands hovered for a moment before pressing lightly against the big beast. The warmth she felt there surprised her. It slipped through the fabric like there was a hidden ember burning there. She poked gently with her fingertip, right at the center. The beast jumped, a twitch that made her gasp softly. "I understand that this is your first time coming in contact with a dic.. I mean this sort of creature. It would be best if you use this time to get to know this little beast, to familiarize yourself with it. I see you're curious, Z

Last Updated : 2025-11-27

60. AHH! IT WOKE UP AGAIN! ITS BIG! LOOK!!

WARNING: MATURE CONTENTS WILL BE SEEN IN THIS CHAPTER. IT'S NOT ADVISABLE THAT YOUNG READERS READ THIS. ENJOY.Zerina's point of view I turned to look at him.. and I swear what I saw made my heart almost jump out of my chest. Lysander wasn't moving nor was he speaking. He was just lying there... Still, silent. But I felt something was different. He looked.. wrong. No, not wrong. Just.. not like the Lysander I knew. The man who always seemed carved of ice. The Lysander whose expression never cracked. The Lysander whose aura could silence a whole battlefield. Right now, he looked like someone struggling to hold himself together. His forehead glistened. This was real, actual sweat. Beads of it were rolling down his temples as if he had been fighting some invisible demon. My jaw fell open. Was I hallucinating? Or has the mansion's lights suddenly decided to play tricks on me? To make matters worse, his breaths were uneven, too. Deep and slow.. like he was concentrating with eve

Last Updated : 2025-11-28

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