บททั้งหมดของ THE SINFUL HOUR COLLECTION : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 15

“Bless me…Father, for I have sinned against you.” My voice cracked before I even finished the sentence. My knees pressed hard on the worn kneeler, the wood giving a faint, protesting creak under my weight. The dim light filtering through the lattice painted faint shadows across my hands, trembling in my lap. I swallowed, throat dry. “It’s been seven years since my last confession.” He let out a low, rumbling hum from the other side, patient, waiting—like a predator savoring the pause before the strike. “I… I used to be a stripper. Four years on stage, under those pulsing lights, bodies grinding, cash raining down. The habit never really left me. It wasn’t just work… it was who I was. I craved the rush—the eyes on me, the power of making men beg. I loved getting fucked. I love massive cocks stretching my throat until I can’t breathe. I thought marriage would tame it. Engagement ring on my finger, vows looming… it only got worse. My husband’s sweet, gentle—too gentle. He doesn’t give

“Good morning, ma’am,” Liam said, the words rolling out low and polite, almost cautious, as he stood in the kitchen doorway.Martha straightened from the counter, forcing a bright smile despite the heat creeping up her neck. “Good to see you,” she replied, stepping forward to offer her hand. “I’m really looking forward to having you work here, Liam.”“The pleasure’s all mine,” he answered, his larger hand enveloping hers in a firm, warm grip that lingered just a second longer than necessary.You shouldn’t go snooping in a married woman’s room. The thought hit her like a slap, but she kept her expression neutral. A faint blush still betrayed her, warming her cheeks. What if he’d heard her in the bathroom—the vibrator, the moans, everything? The wild possibilities raced through her mind, making her pulse quicken.“You went up to her room?!” Grace shot Liam a sharp, accusing glare, tugging hard on his arm.Martha cleared her throat, cutting in smoothly. “Well, that’s beside the point. I

MARTHA POVMartha’s eyes widened in utter frustration, her brows furrowed tightly as she bit her lower lip hard. All her fingers had succeeded in making her even more horny, her thighs clenching together involuntarily.Watching him work out was like watching live porn. So sexy, so…ahh, fucking sensual. Like his entire being was made of sex! She wondered what made him curse out earlier but he still hadn’t turned around so she’s safe?She adjusted her clothes with shaky hands and slipped out of the gym room, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. Martha barely made it to her room when she felt a faint long, massive rodlike feeling—it twitched in between her ass cheeks, pressing insistently. Before she knew it, deep hot breath sprang on her neck, sending shivers racing down her spine.And then his voice: “Done masturbating to me already.”It came in deep and unexpected, his tone low and rumbling.Martha fumbled with the doorknob in panic and sprung forward away from him, her body trembl