All Chapters of 100 NIGHTS OF SIN: EROTICA SHORT STORIES : Chapter 81 - Chapter 87



Two weeks passed without contact.


No calls. No texts. Nothing.


I drove by her house twice, parked down the street like a creep, trying to work up the courage to knock on her door. Never did.


That night on the couch played on repeat in my head. The way she’d felt clenching around me. The sounds she’d made. The horror in her voice after.


What did we do?


Please don’t come back.


This was better. Cleaner. We could both move on, pretend it never happened.


Except I couldn’t stop thinking about her.


The taste of her on my tongue. The way she’d begged. The way she looked riding me, head thrown back, Michael’s sweatshirt bunched around her waist.


I jerked off to the memory every night, hating myself for it.


I was nursing a whiskey at home on a Friday night, pathetic and alone, when my phone rang.


Sophia.


My heart stopped.


“Hello?”


“Ethan.” Her voice was slurred, breathy. “I need you.”


“Sophia, are you drunk?”


“Very. I’m so fucking drunk because I can’t stop thi





The gunshot shattered the crystal chandelier.


Glass rained down. Someone screamed. I turned toward the sound and then I was falling, the marble floor rushing up to meet me.


Strong hands caught me mid-fall, yanked me sideways. My cheek scraped against expensive wool. Sandalwood flooded my senses.


Dominic.


“Stay down.” His voice rumbled through his chest, right against my ear.


Another shot cracked through the ballroom.


He moved. One arm banded around my waist, the other reached inside his jacket. I caught a flash of gunmetal before he shoved me behind a marble pillar.


My heart slammed against my ribs. The ballroom erupted into chaos. Five hundred guests scrambling for exits. Security swarming. My father’s voice booming somewhere in the madness.


Dominic’s hand pressed against my sternum, pinning me to the pillar. His body blocked mine completely. Six-foot-three of muscle and controlled violence, coiled tight.


I shoved at his chest. “Get off—”


“Don’t move.” His eye

We got back to the palace at noon.My father was waiting in the main hall. Security everywhere. His advisors hovering.“Natalia.” He pulled me into a hug. “Thank God you’re safe.”“I’m fine, Father.”Over his shoulder, I watched Dominic. Jaw tight. Eyes carefully blank. Acting like he hadn’t fucked me senseless twelve hours ago.“Dominic kept you secure?”“Very secure,” I said, holding Dominic’s gaze.His jaw clenched.My father turned to him. “I owe you a debt.”“Just doing my job, Your Majesty.”Liar. His job didn’t include making me scream his name. Didn’t include leaving bruises on my hips. Didn’t include the way he’d groaned my name when he came.“Take the rest of the day,” my father said. “You’ve earned it.”Dominic left without looking at me.Coward.-----I waited until evening.Showered. Shaved everywhere. Rubbed lotion into my skin until it was soft and smelled like jasmine.Put on the navy dress. Conservative neckline. But no bra. No panties.If I was doing this, I was doin

I kissed him and for a heartbeat he went completely still. Then his hand tightened on my face and he kissed me back, deep and hungry, like something in him had finally snapped.


I made a sound against his mouth and he swallowed it, his other hand sliding into my hair, gripping tight. His tongue swept against mine and I opened for him, tasting coffee and something darker.


He pulled back, breathing hard, forehead against mine.


“We shouldn’t,” he said, but his hands were still on me.


“I don’t care.”


“Tomorrow—”


“I don’t care about tomorrow.” I grabbed his shirt, pulled him back to me. “Please, Robert. I need this. I need you to make me feel—”


He kissed me again before I could finish. Harder this time. More demanding. His hands slid down to my waist, then my hips, pulling me off the stool and against him.


I could feel how hard he was through his pants.


“Bedroom,” he said roughly against my mouth.


He didn’t wait for an answer. Just lifted me, and I wrapped my legs aroun