Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sinful Nights: A Collection Of Erotic Desires: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Valeria had just spent the weekend helping her cousin Liora with wedding invitations. She held the thick, cream-colored paper while trying to smile as Liora excitedly talked about Raymond…her Raymond…and how he surprised her with a honeymoon suite in Bora Bora."He's so possessive," Liora had sighed, blissfully unaware of the knife twisting in Valeria's gut. "He just can't get enough of me."That confession was just the latest torture. A month ago, it had been, "He's an animal in bed, Ria. I can't walk straight for hours. The things he can do with that mouth... you wouldn't believe it."Liora's stories weren't just gossips; they became a plan that planted itself in Valeria's mind, growing into a troubling obsession. Valeria worked as Raymond's secretary, a position she had landed mainly due to her ties with his fiancée, Liora. This connection weighed heavily on her, filling her with guilt, and it placed her perfectly in hell: directly outside his office, separated only by a glass door

Valeria moaned, her body arching as the pleasure took over. She turned her face and kissed him again, her lips crashing into his as his cock pounded deep inside her so hard it made her bite his lip. He broke the kiss, groaning against her ear as he kept thrusting, hitting her spot over and over and gripping her boobs without mercy.“Aahh... aaahh... fuckk”, I’m gonna fucking…cummm,” she gasped, her stomach tightening with heat coiling low in her belly.“Yeahhh… cum for me…cum for me baby.” He groaned loudly, thrusting into her deeper and faster as he felt her walls tighten around his cock.Valeria came hard, releasing all over his cock, but he didn't stop. He kept thrusting into her, drawing out every wave of her pleasure until he finally buried himself deep and released inside her with a loud groan. His body trembled against hers as he caught his breath. Then Raymond’s phone rang. He leaned over, still breathing hard as he grabbed it from the desk without a word.“It’s your cousin-si

Odessa’s POVThe door clicked shut behind me with a soft sound that felt final, but it did nothing to calm the chaotic thoughts swirling in my mind. I leaned against the cool wooden wall of the hallway, holding onto a delicate piece of lingerie that pressed uncomfortably into my palm. My heart raced, pounding like a drum against my chest.Stefan. He was Cassius's son, the one who hadn't even bothered to come to the wedding. I had imagined him as a moody, lanky college student, probably with bad posture and a permanent frown.But the universe clearly has a strange sense of humor because the man I saw in that room was anything but a boy. He was all sharp features and tense energy, with a gaze that felt almost tangible. The image of him, shirtless and glistening with a light sheen of sweat, his dark eyes following me with so much intensity, was already burned into my mind. And that V-line... God, that damn V-line pointing suggestively downward... I squeezed my thighs together, trying t

Stefan's POV"FUCK!" I yelled, hitting my palm against the wall. The sharp pain was a brief distraction. I couldn't believe this was happening—my dad had married a hot-ass chick to be my stepmother. This is a massive fuck-up—complicated yh, but a fucked-up problem.I grabbed my gaming headset and jumped into a video game, hoping it would quiet my racing thoughts. It didn’t work. Even with my friends Marcus and the others chatting excitedly about our game plan and scores, I couldn't stop thinking about her. I kept hearing her voice in my head. “Hey, Stefan, you there?” Marcus’s voice came through my headset, breaking my thoughts. “Yeah, I’m here. Just a bit tired,” I replied.“You've mentioned that a few times today. You alright?”“I’m fine.”Honestly, I wasn’t fine at all. I was stuck in a house with a woman I was supposed to hate, but I couldn’t get her out of my mind. Meanwhile, my dad was probably downstairs with her, doing God knows what, and I didn’t want to picture that—becaus

Stefan's POVSleep was restless and broken. I jolted awake, the bright numbers on the alarm clock showing 7:18 a.m. The house felt dead, empty after the shitshow of last night’s dinner replaying in my head on an endless loop. I remembered my dad's calming voice, Alice’s dramatic exit, and Odessa—sitting there like a striking statue amidst the madness. A dull ache began to throb in my head, a mix of leftover anger and a restless energy that I couldn’t shake off.My mouth was dry as hell, like I’d swallowed sand. I needed water, maybe something stronger, but water would have to do for now. I kicked off the duvet, my muscles screaming from a night twisted up in sheets. I didn’t bother with a shirt—just yanked on the same low-slung jeans from yesterday, the denim scraping against my skin.The hallway was wrapped in a quiet that I knew was deceiving. In this house, silence was an illusion. I walked barefoot toward the kitchen, feeling the cool marble floor on my feet. Halfway there, the