Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sinful Nights: A Collection Of Erotic Desires: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Stefan's POVThe drive home was a blur—colors from the neon lights blending together, the beat from Marcus’s questionable speakers pounding in my head. I’d lost track after the eighth drink, something spicy and hot that left my throat sore and my thoughts all over the place. Every girl at that party felt like a bad copy of the one I really wanted. Faces were smiling and eyes were bright, girls grinding on me, hands everywhere, but none of them compared to her. None of them had that striking jawline or those fuck-me eyes that haunted me like a curse.I turned off the car engine in the driveway, resting my forehead against the steering wheel for a minute. The house was dark except for some light coming from the kitchen. It was 3:17 a.m. Dad was flying somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean. Alice was probably asleep at her girlfriend’s place. It was just me and the demons I couldn’t shake off.I stumbled through the front door, keys clattering loud enough to wake anyone. I didn’t care.My bl

Odessa's POVThe click of the front door closing was a gunshot in the silence he left behind.For a long moment, I didn't move. I was pinned not by his hands anymore,but by the overwhelming feelings coursing through me—it was like a deep tremor that shook me to my core. The chill from the cold marble countertop pressed against my bare skin, creating a stark contrast to the warm heat he had ignited inside me. My body was alive with sensations, especially the throb between my legs where his fingers had been, the sting of my nipples where his mouth had branded me, the chill of the air on the wetness he'd smeared across my lips.The familiar smell of whiskey, sweat, and an intense masculinity lingered on my skin and my ripped silk robe. My robe. The champagne-colored silk Cassius had bought me in Milan. Now, it was just a ripped remnant of the person I was just minutes ago.What have I done?The thought was a weak, fluttering thing, drowned out by the roaring memory of his hands on me,

Stefan's POVThe sound of my name on her lips was a ragged, breathy surrender. It wasn't a 'no. It was a plea. A confession. It was the final, fragile wall crumbling to dust, and I was there to watch it fall.She didn't want to stop. Her body had been screaming it since the kitchen, since my fingers were inside her, since she'd arched her back and moaned for her stepson. All her words, her weak little pushes, were just the last pathetic twitches of a conscience that had already lost the war. Her eyes, wide and dark and drowning in desire, told me everything. Her pussy, dripping onto her thighs, had been shouting it for minutes.Our little game had come to an end. A strong, intense feeling surged through me. She was mine. I didn't say a word. There was nothing left to say. In one swift motion, I bent and scooped her into my arms. She felt light, her skin soft and her limbs shaking. She started to push against me weakly, her hands on my shoulders. "Stefan, stop it. Oh, please!"I just

Odessa's POVEverything started to come back together, but not as a clear picture—more like a jumble of feelings. First off, there was this sharp pain in my jaw and the gross, wet feeling of the gag stuffed in my mouth. The second was the deep, throbbing emptiness between my legs, a hollowed-out feeling where he had been, a raw and shameful reminder.The third was the cold, sticky trail of his release on my inner thigh.And the fourth was his voice, a dark, satisfied murmur close to my ear. "I'll take the gag off," he said, sounding both promising and a bit dangerous at the same time."But only if you promise to be a good girl."Good girl. What a joke that was. There wasn’t anything good left in me. I felt like a mess, tied up and displayed on the rumpled sheets of my stepson's bed. I needed to breathe, to somehow regain my dignity, but it felt like my conscience was screaming at me. I nodded quickly, the movement shaky and pathetic.He reached around, his fingers brushing the sensiti

Odessa's POVThe phone rang the next morning. Cassius’s voice came through, sounding a bit distant. He explained that his flight was delayed and he wouldn’t be home until after midnight, possibly even the next morning. A wave of guilt washed over me, but it was quickly replaced by a rush of pure, liquid heat between my legs. Another opportunity.The thought was a dark, thrilling whisper in my mind. Another chance to get a good, hard fuck.I prepared dinner for Stefan and me, but it was an awkward, quiet experience. We sat in the living room with the TV turned up loud, drowning out any real conversation with its constant noise and flashy images.I focused on the screen, even though I could feel Stefan's eyes on me like a physical touch. I could feel him smiling, that knowing, arrogant little smirk, without even having to look.At a little after eight, he finally moved.Then, around 8:12, he broke the silence. "I'm not going to sleep in my room tonight," he said quietly. Then adjusted