All Chapters of Sinful Nights: A Collection Of Erotic Desires: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Odessa's POVThe world shattered into a million icy pieces.I saw Alice's eyes-wide, horrified, disgusted-locked on mine from the doorway. Stefan, sensing the shift in the air, jerked his head up from between my thighs. His mouth and chin were glistening with my wetness."Alice-" he started, his voice rough but trying for casual. He quickly rose to his feet, standing between my splayed legs. "It's not what you think.Odessa had a cramp. A bad one in her thigh. I was just... helping her massage it out."The lie was so so pathetic it hung in the air, limp and transparent.Alice didn't even acknowledge him.Her gaze, cold and sharp as broken glass, remained fixed on me. She took one slow, deliberate step into the room, then another. The click of her shoes on the hardwood was like a hammer on my coffin."Do I look like a fool to you?" she asked, her voice dangerously quiet.She finally flicked her eyes to Stefan."Massaging her thigh? With your face buried in her cunt? I know what I saw."

Cassandra's POVMy parents' anniversary was the key that unlocked my cage.Watching their private jet taxi down the runway from my bedroom window, I felt a grin spread across my face. It was a vicious, triumphant little thing.Dad, the great Michael Gray, owner of half the skyscrapers in the city, had actually been persuaded to take a whole week off. For love. For my mother. It was almost sweet. Almost. Mostly because, it was the most beautiful piece of luck l'd ever gotten.He thought he could tame me. Me, Cassandra Gray, twenty-two years old and built with a backbone of pure, unadulterated lust. My sins were public knowledge, thanks to the internet's never-ending hunger for a rich man's scandal. Getting caught kissing Sophia Delacroix's daughter at the Wellington gala? Front page news. The video of me on my knees for that bassist in the club's grimy bathroom? A viral sensation.Dad's solution was... reasonable. For a prison warden. He'd pulled me out of college, stripped my friends

Cassandra's POVHe walked over to the ice bucket next to the vodka. He picked up a single, perfect cube. It glinted in the soft light.He came back to the bed, his gray eyes dark with intent."What are you going to do with that?" I asked, my voice losing some of its cocky edge.He didn't answer. He just trailed the ice cube down the center of my body, starting at the hollow of my throat.I gasped. The cold was a shock, a sharp, biting pain that instantly transformed into a tingling, hyper-awareness. My skin broke out in goosebumps. He traced a path between my breasts, around one nipple, which hardened into a painful, aching peak under the torture. He circled it with the ice, the cold and wet sensation making me arch my back, a low moan tearing from my throat. "Oh my god..."He moved the ice down my stomach, tracing the lines of my abs.Everywhere it touched, my skin felt alive, electric. He was mapping my body with cold fire. He moved to my inner thigh, tracing a path so close to my

Cassandra's POVThe hot water washed away the sweat, oil, and the lingering scent of other people from my skin. I stood under the spray for a long time, just letting the heat soak into my bones.The night had been a wonderful experience, one I had crafted myself. My body hummed with a pleasant, deep-seated exhaustion, a living testament to every tongue, every touch, every single moment of surrender and control.I slipped into a fresh, impossibly soft cream robe, the silk cool against my clean skin. I didn't bother with panties or a bra. The feeling of the slick fabric sliding directly against my bare flesh was a tiny, constant pleasure. My own little secret. I fell into the massive bed, the sheets cool and crisp and let the deep, satisfied sleep pull me under.Then, I felt a touch—faint like a whisper and gentle enough to be barely noticed even in my dreams. A hand, shifting the silk of my robe where it had fallen open over my thigh. I was still mostly asleep, floating in that warm,

Cassandra's POVThe memory of Leo's unexpected, morning-ending visit was a warm, throbbing ghost between my legs. I stretched like a cat feeling satisfied, in my fresh robe. The man had talent, l'd give him that. Wandering into my room uninvited was a bold, punishable offense, but the punishment had been so... mutually enjoyable. I smiled to myself, tying the silk belt with a lazy flourish. Maybe a little chaos in my perfectly curated buffet was exactly what I needed.The thought was still lingering when the first raised voices filtered up from downstairs. It was muffled at first, just an angry buzz beneath the quiet hum of the penthouse. I frowned. Maddox was usually a ghost, his presence felt only as a silent, imposing order. This... this was a disorder.My curiosity, a spoiled and persistent little beast, prickled. Slipping my mask back on, I padded out of my room and towards the top of the grand staircase, my bare feet silent on the cool marble.Leaning over the banister, I saw t