All Chapters of Sinful Fantasies: A steamy Collection : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

MADELEINE'S POVI wake up the next morning, staring at the sun rays slipping into the room.I laid awake for a few minutes, noticing how the house was too quiet...Where did Dominic go?I sighed, thinking he must've gone to work.Because when he was around, he was either typing away furiously on his laptop, pacing the house, giving out orders on his phone or brooding in his study.On days where he was wasn't fucking my sanity away though...I rearranged my night dress, as I stopped in front of the mirror to take a glance at my reflection and I smiled.What I had on was thin, and short. It was a flimsy, silk material that was so light it was almost as good as wearing nothing. But in my defense, I'd gone to sleep feeling horny and stupidly needy, and I was hoping deep down that I'd run into Dominic this morning.Sadly that wasn't going to happen anymore...My nipples were poking through the fabric like they wanted to tear through and the material hugged my rounded boobs like a second ski

KIMMIE'S POV"Oh my goodness, yes!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, nails digging into the sheets as Luke pounded into me from behind.This was one of the major reasons why we always found ourselves back on a bed. At this point, our fuck buddies– no string attached relationship would go on for a while.His deep grunts filled my ears alongside the sound of skin slapping against skin. “Fuck! Yes! Yes! Harder, Oh!” I moaned loudly, my pussy clenching tight against his hard dick, wet and pulsing as he thrusted deeper and faster.I wasn't a sex freak. But I was always in for a good fuck. And Luke, he was perfect at satisfying my desires. We met once at a club, had a goodnight. I knew he always wanted something more aside being fucking buddies— but I preferred it this way.Luke wrapped a fist around my hair and yanked gently, increasing his pace, he gripped my hip, his other hand found its way to my breast. Fondling and twisting my nipples.I squirmed. My body trembled, pleasure ripping

Kimmie’s POVI shouldn’t have been nervous.But my pulse betrayed me the second I stepped outside Professor Enzo’s office door.I glanced at his name etched neatly in black letters PROF. ENZO VALENTII lifted my hand to knock. I hesitated then proceeded to open it.He was already inside.The office was quiet. Too quiet. Clean lines, dark wood, minimal decor. Everything screamed control. Order. Him.Professor Enzo sat behind his desk, sleeves rolled up, head bent over paperwork like I didn’t exist.The first three buttons of his sky-blue shirt were undone.My throat went dry.The shirt clung to his body like a second skin, revealing his abs and well built biceps.He looked up.The air shifted.His gaze hit me like a warning shot. Sharp. Assessing. Cold enough to make my spine lock.“You don’t knock now?” he asked. Shit. I mentally face palmed myself, it skipped my mind and I came in without knocking. I stuttered “Uh…I'm really sorry…” he cut me off.“Sit.” A blunt order.I moved tow

HOT RAW SEX WITH STRANGER.The stranger froze, pulling away. "Wait... What the fuck?!"It couldn't be— that voice! Shit!Kimmie was still too drunk to place a finger on where she had heard it before as she snapped out of her daze briefly.The alcohol was all up in her system and she felt disorganized but still conscious to a point where she consented to what was going on.Kimmie tried to think of why the stranger's voice sounded way too familiar to her, but it seemed her brain had gone on a break.Nothing came to her mind!Enzo, on the other hand, didn't stop because he heard her voice.Yes it sounded familiar to him, but he was already far too engrossed in the pleasure to think further.He didn't know who this lady was, but every bit of pleasure he gave her made him harder than ever.His dick strained harder against his pants, protesting at his refusal to not fuck her yet.As Enzo slid his tongue back and forth inside her soaking cunt, eating her clean, he realized he didn't have an

KIMMIE’S POV The door clicked shut behind me. The sound felt final. Heavy. Like a lock snapping into place around my spine. Enzo didn’t speak right away. He leaned against his desk, arms crossed, eyes dragging over me with a slow, deliberate patience that made my skin prickle. It wasn’t the detached professor look. This was something else. Something that stripped. I stayed where I was, fingers curling into my palms, pulse hammering loud enough that I swore he could hear it. Act normal, I told myself. He doesn’t know. But the longer he looked at me, the more I knew that was a lie. His jaw tightened. A breath left him through his nose. Controlled. Measured. Dangerous. Too late. “Sir,” I started, voice thinner than I wanted. “About the detention—” He straightened. One movement. That was all. But it shifted the air in the room. “I’m not surprised,” he said quietly, “that I found you in that place.” My spine stiffened. “What place?” I shot back, heat flaring in my chest. “Y