All Chapters of Sinful Desires & Fantasies: A steamy Collection : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

KIMMIE'S POVI scoffed. "Why do you care if I follow him? It's not like you give a shit about me. And it's just a fling, remember?"Enzo didn't look at me as he stood boiling in anger, all his attention on the stranger whose hand was still on me.The stranger made a brazen move and pulled me closer, pressing my boobs against his chest and Enzo's jaw tightened at the action.Before I can open my mouth to tell the stranger that maybe he was beginning to do too much, in a flash, Enzo's fist landed on the man's face.The hot blow caught the stranger off guard and he staggered backwards, letting go of me immediately.The stranger fell to the ground, drawing attention and I gasped in shock immediately rising to my feet."Enzo!" I shrieked in surprise, clutching my purse to my chest as I stared back and forth between a sheeting Enzo and the man groaning on the floor as he cradled his face.Enzo gripped my wrist in the next minute and began dragging me out after him, ignoring my protests all

CHAPTER TWOKEISHA'S POVMy performance came to an end, the stranger still a mystery as I finished off and headed back to the dressing room.I couldn't get his stare out of my head, the way his unwavering attention remained on me throughout the night.The door slammed open unceremoniously and as expected, Belinda barged in.She was one of the only people that was that mannerless."You did a good job." She gave me a once over like admitting my effort was difficult for her and I tried not to roll my eyes.Belinda stopped counting the bunch of cash in her hand and handed me the smaller bit. "But someone like you ought to still step up your game."I knew they'd be a but...I took the money from her, not saying a word as she strutted back out, slamming the door behind her.I huffed and rolled my eyes, counting the money.Belinda was a plus sized woman who continued to remain a big pain in my ass since day one. She used to be the lead stripper in her prime, but now, she was in charge and

CHAPTER ONE Third-Person POV The woman in red didn’t walk into the lobby. She announced herself. Her heels struck the marble floor with deliberate force, each step sharp, confident, and unapologetic. Red Chanel hugged her figure like it was designed with arrogance in mind, the fabric smooth, expensive, impossible to ignore. Her curls cascaded down her shoulders in glossy waves, perfectly styled, perfectly intentional. Red lipstick curved on her lips, bold and unbothered. She stopped in front of the reception desk and lifted her chin. “I’m going in,” she said coolly. Ava didn’t flinch, though her spine stiffened. She had seen women like this before—women who mistook volume for authority and beauty for entitlement. “I’m sorry, ma’am,” Ava replied calmly, hands folded on the desk. “You can’t go in. It’s on the boss’s orders.” The woman’s brow arched slowly, like she couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. “Excuse me?” Her voice dropped into something colder. “Do you ha

CHAPTER THREEAaron had to be dreaming.He knew that much because the room wasn’t his.The walls were unfamiliar and the air felt thick, almost liquid, pressing against his skin like it wanted to be touched. Somewhere in the distance, music hummed low and slow, a rhythm he felt more than heard.And then there was her.Ava stood near the window, city lights spilling over her like a confession. She wasn’t dressed for the office, no crisp blouse, no careful skirt. What she wore clung to her instead, slipping off one shoulder and accentuating her every curve. She turned when she sensed him, flashing an expectant smile.“You’re late,” she said softly, like she’d been waiting and his chest tightened.“Ava,” he breathed, her name heavy on his tongue.She smiled, slow, and knowing. The kind of smile she never wore at work. The kind that belonged in dreams and nowhere else, as she walked toward him, each step unhurried, deliberate, like she wasn’t worried about distance because she alread

CHAPTER FIVETHIRD PERSON'S POVAva's knees hit the plush carpet of Aaron's office floor with a soft thud, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. She stared up at him, his cock standing thick and rigid right in front of her face, veins pulsing along its length. It was bigger than she'd imagined during those stolen glances over the past month— long, girthy, the head already glistening with pre-cum. Her mouth watered at the sight, a rush of heat flooding her core. God, what was she doing? But the question dissolved into nothing as desire took over. This wasn't her—prim Ava, the one who scheduled meetings and filed reports. This was the version of herself she'd buried deep, the one that craved being on her knees for a man who looked at her like she was his entire world.Aaron's hand tangled gently in her hair, not pulling, just holding, his thumb stroking her scalp. "Fuck, Ava," he breathed, voice rough with need. "You have no idea how many times I've pictured this. Your lip