All Chapters of Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Erotic Stories: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The Mediterranean wind slipped through the open balcony doors and licked across Sofia’s naked skin like a tongue that knew exactly where she was most sensitive. She lay sprawled across the emperor bed that cost more than most people earn in a year, legs spread wide, one of Alejandro’s charcoal Hermès shirts pushed up to her ribs, nothing underneath except the slick evidence of how desperate she had become.Three weeks. Three weeks since her husband had touched her. Three weeks since she had felt anything inside her except her own frustrated fingers.She hated how wet she was. She hated how her body betrayed her every single night, her clit throbbing so hard it hurt, her pussy clenching around nothing while she circled and rubbed and plunged two fingers inside herself like some starving animal. Tonight she added a third, stretching herself, trying to mimic the thick cock she married, but it was useless. The orgasm that finally ripped through her was weak and mean, the kind that leaves y

Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the kitchen the next morning, turning the marble counters gold and making the air smell like fresh coffee and the sea breeze that drifted in from the open terrace doors. Sofia had barely slept, her body tangled in sheets that still carried the faint musk of her own desperation. Every time she closed h

The days blurred into an agonizing haze of near-misses and stolen glances that left Sofia perpetually flushed and aching, her body a live wire humming with tension every time Lucas entered a room. His presence alone was enough to make her thighs clench and her nipples tighten against whatever she was wearing. He had taken to wandering the mansion in nothing but loose sweatpants that hung low on his hips, the deep V of muscle drawing her eyes downward no matter how hard she tried to look away. His tattooed chest and arms flexed casually as he poured coffee or leaned against doorframes, watching her with that dark, patient hunger that promised he knew exactly how wet he made her. His hands found excuses to touch her constantly—a palm pressing into the small of her back as he guided her through narrow hallways, fingers lingering too long on her waist when he reached past her for a glass, or his thigh brushing hers under the dining table during meals, the heat of him seeping through fabri

Sofia’s eyes fluttered open, and the first thing she felt was the ache. A deep, insistent soreness between her thighs, a delicious, punishing reminder of how thoroughly she had been fucked. The second thing she felt was the sticky, cooling mess on her skin and the sheets, the tangible evidence of her sin. She was alone.Panic, cold and sharp, lanced through her. She sat up, the duvet pooling around her waist, and the ruined t-shirt, her last flimsy shield, lay in tatters on the floor. Her body was a roadmap of his possession—faint bruises on her hips where he’d gripped her, a tender mark on her breast where he’d bitten, the raw sensitivity of her nipples and her well-used pussy. She looked at the other side of the bed, at the indentation on the pillow where his head had been. The scent of him was still there, mingled with the musky, unmistakable smell of sex.What had she done? The question was a scream in her head. You became exactly what he said you were, a treacherous voice whispe

Alejandro’s voice, cheerful and loving, was a physical blow, a wave of ice water thrown on the fire of their illicit coupling. Sofia’s entire body went rigid, a statue of terror carved from flesh and bone. Every muscle seized, her lungs refusing to draw air, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.But Lucas didn’t stop.He remained inside her, a hot, thick, and deeply unsettling presence. He didn’t even flinch. Instead, a slow, predatory smile spread across his face, a look of pure, unadulterated triumph in his eyes. He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, his voice a low, possessive whisper that was far more terrifying than a shout.“He’s home. And my cock is still inside you. Feel that? That’s my cum in you, marking you as mine. Now, you’re going to be a good girl and smile for your husband.”A soft, choked sob escaped her lips. Her hands, which had been clawing at his back, now pushed weakly against his chest, a futile gesture of denial. He was imm