All Chapters of Dirty Little Sinner: Taboo Chronicles.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I swiftly turned to the side to get off the bed, away from her and to the shower, but then she gripped me by the waist and pulled me back into her with force, trapping me beneath her again.“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” She growled, eyes burning into mine.For a moment, my breath faltered. “Get your hands off me, right now.” I warned. “And stop looking at me like that, perv.”“Why?” She teased. “You scared you’re gonna start begging again?”“Don’t you ever get tired?” I gasped, exhausted.“Of you? No.”“Well I do.” I said, my voice firm.“Now, get off.” I growled, pushing her off me. She let me. “I told you I’d go back to hating you.”“We’ll see how long that lasts.” She muttered, smiling mischievously.Then I found my gaze shifting, shamelessly, burning her in, the shape of her body, the tone, I wanted to feel it, to touch her. I didn’t touch her. Not in the way that was slowly creeping into my chest.“You know, you can touch me if you want.” She whispered, smug, mischi

I make my way back to the hall. My steps aren’t rushed, they are calculated. From the stairs I see a few people, people that I know. Then my eyes lands on her.Arizona. Mason's wife. She’s here.My stomach tightens for a quick moment. She’s smiling, radiating warmth and confidence as usual and I can’t help but notice how she lights up everyone around her. Ethan is beside her, saying something that is clearly funny, I know and see it from the way her eyes sparkle with amusement, in the way she laughs. Her hand settles on the small of Mason’s back on reflex, a gentle, possessive touch that makes my stomach twists. My heartbeats falters in its rhythm. I feel a pang of raw jealousy crawl all over me.For a second, I consider turning back, just climbing up and walking away from all of it, but I can’t. Because this celebration is about me. Because this people came all this way to see me. Mason. Us.So I walk, carefully, closer, till Mason’s gaze lands on me. I almost gag on air but I swallo

AddisonThe second I heard the sound of Jennifer's text notification, I knew it was going to be something terrific but chaotic. I had just gotten home from school. It was a long day of lectures and stressful presentations. I let my bag drop to the floor in one smooth move. I leaned into the counter, fingers curling at the edge to ground myself. My hands reached for a glass, I poured myself some water and reached for my phone in my back pocket.The screen glared accusingly: “Sleepover at my house, 8 pm, bring your gayest, sluttiest self. No tardiness.” I took a deep breath.“I need this.” I thought to myself. It’s been a long week and I couldn’t remember the last time I actually hung out with friends. But this one, I just knew it was going to be messy. Naughty. Chaotic.Even more chaotic because if I was invited, then Harper would definitely be coming too.Harper was a year older, both in school and age. A third year English major—Beautiful. Polished. Composed, as always. I couldn’t ex

“You’re not wearing panties,” she groaned, fingers sliding straight up, between my thighs, through my wet folds. “You came here planning to get fucked, didn’t you?”“Yes...Fuck,” I whimpered, meaning it. “I wanted you to—”Without taking off my incredibly short skirt, she pushed me onto the bed without warning, shoved my legs wide apart, and licked one long stripe up my pussy.I screamed.She took it real slow, drawing her tongue in perfect, long stripes. Her mouth closed around my clit, sucking hard, till my thighs were trembling.“Mhmmm.” She exhaled. Two fingers plunged inside me without warning, curling hard on my walls.“Harper! Fuck.. oh my god.” I moaned out loud, so loud I bet my friends heard.“As many as you’re given, huh?” she growled on my skin. “Will you take three for me?”I nodded, frantically."Good girl." She added a third finger, stretching me, pumping fast while her tongue worked my clit in tight circles. I pushed my upper body and supported myself on my elbows. My

He parted his lips to speak, but I didn’t let him finish. My hands were already fumbling with his zipper. I unfastened it, and popped his buttons open. “So fucking hard for me aren’t you?” I groaned at the sight of his rock-solid throbbing cock. My hands slipped into his drawls and pulling his it out. I grazed a thumb at the tip and a low muffled growl escaped his lips.“Fuck.” He groaned, slowly giving in to me, fucking my hands.I looked at his face, camouflaged with restraint, but my eyes saw beneath it, how badly he wanted it too. Still, I had to ask. “Jase, do you want me to stop?” I whispered, voice edged with desperation as I continued to stroke his cock, moving the skin up and down his cock. “Tell me to stop.”He hands reached down for my hand, moving it faster. “We’ll make it quick.” He growled against my skin. We both moved slowly but reckless into one of the bathroom stalls which was equally as impressive, incredibly spacious, and immaculately clean as the other parts of th