บททั้งหมดของ Red Lace Christmas: A Taste Of Sin{steamiest short stories}: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

BIANCA POVLust pulses in his eyes as he shifts his position and draws his cock through my wetness. A shiver rolls through me for the millionth time, and I push my hips forward in anticipation. But he doesn’t thrust inside me. Instead, he reaches up with his other hand and wraps it around my throat.“I love it when you threaten me.” The smile on his face is pure villain. Shifting his grip on my throat, he strokes my pulse point with his thumb.“But know this, princess. You belong to me too, every fucking part of you belongs to me.” He teases his cock over my entrance again. “Your cunt, body, mind, your fucking soul.” His fingers tighten around my throat, abruptly cutting off my breath completely. “And the very air in your lungs.”Stars flicker before my eyes as he thrusts his cock into me.With his hand still locked tightly around my throat, he pulls his cock out slightly and then slams all the way into the hilt. If he wasn’t blocking my chance of getting air into my lungs, I would ha

LENA POVThe rain was beating against my apartment windows like it was trying to break in. Sarah had shown up soaked, her white blouse plastered to her body, and I couldn’t stop staring at the way her dark nipples poked through her soaked bra and the wet shirt. We’d been best friends for years. We’ve stuck around through boyfriends, breakups and literally everything, but lately every sleepover has left me aching with guilt and need. Tonight, while watching her breasts practically on display through her soaked shirt, that ache felt unbearable.“I’m drenched,” she laughed, standing in my bedroom and peeling the soaked blouse off without closing the door. Her full, heavy breasts spilled into a black lace bra that barely held them. Water trickled down her cleavage and my mouth went dry.She caught me looking and instead of covering up, Sarah reached behind her and unhooked her bra slowly, as if she was putting on a show for me or maybe it was just my imagination. It dropped to the floor

EMMA POVThe week at Lily’s house was supposed to be innocent—spring break at my best friend’s family lake house, it will be just the three of us while her mom was away on a business trip. I’d known Mr. Harlan since I was fourteen. He was the quiet, authoritative type with an imposing height and broad-shoulders. He had sexy silver threading through his dark hair and that smoldering look he always gave, screamed in control. To Lily he was just “Dad.” To me he had become the man who starred in every forbidden fantasy I’d had for the last eight years.I’d touched myself in the dark thinking about him—his voice low and commanding, his hands pinning me down, the way he would stretch and use me until I couldn’t think. In my dreams he always used toys: thick butt plugs, cold metal spreader bars that kept my legs obscenely open, a fat ball gag that left me drooling and helpless while he fucked me raw.All these were dreams though, dreams that would remain locked in my head if I still wanted

SOPHIE POVThe tension had been simmering for months, thick and poisonous, ever since I started as the live-in nanny for the Thompson family. Mr. Thompson was everything a married man with two young kids and a perfect wife shouldn’t be to a twenty-three-year-old like me. Tall, broad-shouldered, with that sharp jaw and cold blue eyes that pinned me in place whenever he looked at me. His wife, Claire, traveled constantly for work, leaving me alone with the children… and him. I told myself to tamp it down because it was nothing. Just a harmless crush but the way he always watched me crushed all my defenses, it changed every rule I’d tried to set within myself. It started small at first, a brush of his fingers against mine when he handed me my paycheck. The way he’d linger in the kitchen at night with his shirt left unbuttoned, while I made the kids’ lunches for the next day, his gaze sliding down my body like he owned it. Once, after putting the children to bed, I caught him in the h

MIRABEL POVI never thought I’d fall for my stepsister, at least not like this.Our parents met when Riley and I were sixteen. I was awkward and hormonal and I was suddenly living under the same roof with a beautiful girl my age after Mom married Riley’s dad in a whirlwind courthouse ceremony. Riley was the golden girl with sun-kissed skin, messy chestnut waves that always smelled like coconut shampoo, and a laugh that made my stomach flip even from way back then while I was the quiet one, pale and bookish, with a secret I buried so deep I almost believed it wasn’t there. We shared a bathroom and late-night snacks. We practically shared everything except the truth that sometimes, when she walked around in just a towel after her shower, my eyes lingered a second too long.Since then we have grown up together, graduated high school and moved into our own place after college when our parents decided to retire to the coast. Now it’s just us in this little two-bedroom apartment seven l