All Chapters of Sinful Nights: A Collection Of Erotic Desires: Chapter 51 - Chapter 57

Cassandra's POVI slowly sank back into a large, velvet-upholstered armchair, spreading my legs and letting my robe fall open. I was completely bare beneath, already slick and ready. "Go on, E," I whispered. "Have a taste. Be a good dog."A low groan rumbled in his chest as he buried his face between my legs without a second's hesitation. His tongue was as eager as l'd imagined— flat, wet, and desperate. He lapped at me, his moans vibrating through my entire body. My head fell back against the chair as a long, slow moan escaped my lips."Oh, yesss... that's it….. right there."I looked over at F, who was kneeling, watching, his hand still slowly stroking his impressive cock. His eyes were dark with a mixture of envy and intense arousal. I crooked a finger at him. "Come here, F."He crawled forward until he was beside the chair. I reached out and wrapped my hand around his shaft. It was hot and solid as steel, the skin like silk. I began to stroke him, my movements slow and deliberate

Cassandra's POV A muscle ticked in his jaw. "I'm sorry Miss Gray, that's none of your business." "It is now," I purred. I reached out and trailed a single finger from his collarbone down the center of his chest. He flinched but didn't pull away. "Well, you're going to do so now. Unless you want to lose everything. Your license. Your job. Your spotless reputation. Everything." I saw the struggle in his eyes-pride, fear, anger. And then, a dark, resigned surrender. He gave a single, tight nod. "Good boy," I whispered. Then I turned to the other guy, who was hovering by the door, looking like he wanted to dissolve into the floor. "You, I told you to leave. What's your name?" "Gabe," he stammered. "Well, Gabe. You're not done. Come here." I didn't wait. I stripped what was left on my naked body right there, slowly, letting the piece of clothing fall to the floo

Nicholas’s POVThe hum of my ancient laptop was the only sound in the house. I'd just turned 18, and it felt like the absolute opposite of freedom. Dad bailed years ago to start a sunnier, less depressing family down south. Mom... Mom tried. She worked as an office manager, home by 4pm on most days, but she'd checked out emotionally around the same time Dad packed his bags. Her version of love was microwave dinners and reminding me to take out the trash.My stepsister, Daisy, was 20. Our mom married her dad when we were kids, and he took off a few years later, so we were stuck in the same sinking ship, bound by law, not blood. We both attended Model Community College, a concrete box a few miles away. The rich kids from our high school were at Langford University, posting pics of their ivy-covered dorms and frat parties on Insta. Daisy and I scrolled through them in shared, silent resentment on our commutes.My high school career could be summarized in one word: invisible.Geeky, awkwa

Nicholas’ POVThe visual was hypnotic, devastating even.The first chorus hit. "Have you got colour in your cheeks? Do you ever get the feeling that you can't shift the tide?"She kicked off her heels and climbed onto the bed, standing over me, her feet planted on either side of my hips. I was lying on my back, chained, utterly at her mercy. I reached up with my free hand, desperate to touch the smooth skin of her calf. She shook her head sharply, a vicious no. She pointed at my cock, which was rigid against my stomach.The command was clear. I wrapped my hand around myself and began to stroke.She leaned forward, bracing her hands on the headboard above my head, her magnificent breasts hanging down, swaying just inches from my face. I could smell her perfume, her sweat, something darker and muskier. I groaned, my strokes becoming frantic."Not yet," she mouthed over the music.She lowered herself, straddling my chest, her ass settling just below my chin.