All Chapters of THE SINFUL HOUR COLLECTION : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I walked into the clinic the next week with my stomach in knots and my heart hammering way too loud. No matter how many times I told myself I was only here for “treatment,” my body wasn’t buying it. My legs felt shaky as I approached the front desk.The assistant smiled politely. “Miss Alya, welcome back. Dr. Yuu will see you right away.”I stopped her before she could buzz him. “Wait… can I ask you something? He mentioned mirror worship last time. Is it… really worth it? It sounds kind of scary.”She gave a soft, knowing chuckle. “A lot of patients feel nervous at first. But most of them come back asking for more.” She tilted her head with a little smile. “I’ll let him know you’re here.”A moment later, I heard his deep voice from down the hall.“Huh? What’s that about?”Dr. Yuu stepped into the waiting area looking unfairly relaxed and handsome in that dark shirt with the sleeves rolled up. The second his eyes met mine, a small smile curved his lips.“Ahh… Miss Alya,” he said warmly

“Harder, yes! Harder, Daddy!” I screamed, my voice raw and desperate as Duke stretched me wide from behind, his thick cock slamming into me like he owned every inch of my dripping pussy. The backshot had me arched perfectly, ass up, face down, my curves jiggling with every brutal thrust. He was relentless, yanking his hips back just to plow in deeper, his balls slapping against my swollen clit, sending sparks of filthy pleasure shooting through my core. “Fuck, you’re so tight, baby girl,” he growled low, his voice all gravel and hunger, one hand fisting my hair while the other gripped my hip hard enough to bruise. I could feel him throbbing inside me, stretching my walls until I was a quivering mess, my juices slicking us both, dripping down my thighs. God, it was nasty— the way he owned me, pounding like he was trying to break me in half, my moans turning into these high-pitched whimpers that echoed in my ears. Then, beep. His smartwatch lit up, vibrating against my ass cheek lik

“No one to bail your ass out? Huh. Then fuck me… so you can be free.”“Cut, cut, cut,” the director said. “You need to stay more focused. You’re stroking your cock too early,” he added.“Well, I’m Tilda Falls. It’s Halloween, and we’re shooting a cosplay porn show. You must be wondering, is she a pornstar? Yes, definitely. I am. Popularly known on Pornhub. I’d be playing the role of a cop—the sexy cop, most definitely—and here, Norman is the criminal, wearing the prisoner fit.”“1, 2, 3, shoot,” the director called.“Hey yo, it’s visiting day. Got anyone to call, to come visit?” I asked, peeping through the prison door.He exhaled. “No, I don’t have a family. My mom’s dead. My father is currently in a coma. I’m the only child. My girlfriend broke up with me,” Norman said, his voice low.“Oh, that’s sad. The weather is a bit cold. Want something to warm you up?” I said, biting my lower lips. “Today is a special day, you know. All the officers are unavailable. I’m left here… just becaus

“Have we made any sales today?” I asked Toria—my best friend and cousin—who was staring blankly at the display case, lost in her thoughts. I tapped her shoulder firmly. “Toria! You need to stay focused, mama. We’ll lose customers, and it’d be a loss to us—the pastries would obviously get spoiled. No one’s going to buy spoiled things, duh. Get your ass up.” “So easy for you to say,” she muttered, crossing her arms tightly over her chest, her eyes narrowing. “ I’ve lost three fucking relationships in the space of seven months, and you expect me to stay focused in this damn bakery? Bro, I was the one feeding us while I was in a relationship. So why don’t you do the selling, Nina? I’ve done my part. I can’t keep working myself over twenty bucks every day.” “Oh, really? That’s how it is now, bitch?” I scoffed, my hands balling into fists at my sides as I leaned forward. “No, no, this must be a damn fucking joke. Did you just have the audacity to say ‘you fed us’? Bro, you’re such an ungr

The second I stepped into Becky’s apartment—our apartment, really, though I never contributed to the rent—I dropped my bag and collapsed dramatically into the velvet couch.“Tell me, how did the screening go?” Becky demanded before I’d even kicked off one shoe. She was already holding out a glass of red wine, her fingers tight around the stem.I exhaled through my teeth, long and shaky. “It was good, I guess… but a whole lot.”She narrowed her eyes, lips pursed. “Uh-uh. That’s not the kind of answer I need to that question, sweetheart.” She sank down beside me, tucking one leg under herself, and started twisting a brunette curl around her finger the way she always did when she was bracing for bad news. “ I want DETAILS.” she added, voice low.I groaned, took the glass, and swallowed a mouthful that burned all the way down. “The CEO’s husband did the interview. Mrs. Zara Shawn wasn’t there. Just him.” I stared at the dark liquid swirling in the glass. “Okayyy…” Becky chirped, scootin