All Chapters of Sinful Fantasies: A steamy Collection : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CHAPTER TWOTHIRD PERSON'S POV "He had a work trip, but I'll text him that you're here." As he brushed past earlier, his arm had grazed hers, sending an unwelcome shiver down her spine. She had to get it together. He's family— well, sort of...Not by blood, but close enough.Luke dropped his bag by the stairs and turned, his gaze sweeping over her appreciatively but not leering. "You look beat. Rough night?""Just the usual." She led him to the kitchen, flipping on the light. "Beer? Water?""Beer, if you don't mind keeping me company." He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, making his biceps flex. "Chris talks about you all the time. Says you're the rock holding everything together."Lisa popped the caps on two bottles, handing him one. Their fingers touched, lingering a second too long. She pulled back, sipping to hide her flush."He says that? Funny, he forgets to show it half the time." The words escaped before she could stop them, bitter on her tongue.Luke's brow furr

CHAPTER FOURTHIRD PERSON'S POVThe door clicked shut with a finality that echoed through Lisa's pounding heart. Luke's eyes, dark and stormy, locked onto hers as he leaned back against the wood, his broad shoulders rising and falling with heavy breaths. The air between them crackled, thick with the musk of her release and the unspoken hunger that had simmered for months.Ever since that family gathering where his hand had brushed hers a second too long... igniting a spark neither could ignore.Lisa's chest heaved, her nipples hardening under his stare, the dildo discarded beside her.She should have covered up, screamed, anything to shatter this moment. But her body betrayed her, her thighs slick and quivering, and pussy still pulsing from her climax. She wanted this. Needed it. Her husband's stepbrother, the one man she wasn't supposed to crave, was standing there like a predator finally unleashed."Luke," she finally breathed, her voice a husky plea that surprised even her. S

CHAPTER SIXTHIRD PERSON’S POVLisa found out on a Tuesday.She was in the kitchen fixing dinner when Chris’s phone had buzzed on the kitchen counter while he was in the shower.Lisa hadn’t meant to look, she wasn’t that wife—the snooping kind. She had always trusted him, or at least trusted the version of him that existed between business calls and flight schedules.But the screen had lit up again.“Did you land safely? I miss you already.”The name attached to the message wasn’t one she recognized.Lisa stared at the phone like it had grown teeth as her chest tightened, slow and painful, as if something invisible had wrapped around her ribs and pulled. She didn’t unlock the phone— she didn’t need to. The tone, the familiarity, the quiet intimacy of the message had said enough.Miss you already...Already.So this wasn’t new...She backed away from the counter as if she’d been burned, lowering herself into the chair at the dining table. The house felt suddenly too big, too quiet a

CHAPTER TWOTHIRD PERSON'S POVJake's face paled as he stood in the doorway of the basement apartment, his jeans zipped crookedly, a faint red lipstick smear on his collar that wasn't Diana's shade. The lipstick was the least of what he had done...The air hung heavy with the scent of sex—musky sweat and something floral, like Nika's perfume—wafting down from upstairs.Diana's chest heaved, her hazel eyes blazing through the tears pooling at the edges. She was still in that oversized T-shirt, her bare legs prickling with goosebumps, but the vulnerability she'd felt moments ago had twisted into something sharper, fiercer."Explain?" Diana's voice cracked, but she forced it steady, stepping forward until she was inches from him. Her hands balled into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms. "You want to explain why your cock was buried in my stepsisters' pussies? Why you're calling them sluts while fucking them like animals on Nika's bed?"Jake flinched, rubbing the back of

CHAPTER FOURTHIRD PERSON'S POVThe rain slicked the Seattle streets as Diana and Kai stepped out of The Raven's Perch, his hand firm on the small of her back, guiding her through the downpour.Umbrellas bobbed like black mushrooms around them, but neither cared about getting soaked. Her sweater clung to her curves, outlining the swell of her breasts and the dip of her waist, while his Henley molded to his chest, rain tracing rivulets down his neck. The air crackled with unspoken promise, her pulse syncing with the patter on the pavement. This was insane. She thought, glancing up at him. A stranger from the airport, and she was following him like a moth to a flame. But God, that flame felt good after Jake's cold betrayal.Kai's hotel was a short walk away, a boutique spot tucked in a side alley, all dim lights and velvet ropes. He swiped his keycard at the elevator, pulling her inside the mirrored box as the doors slid shut, and the space shrank, his body heat radiating toward h