All Chapters of Dirty Affairs: An Erotic Compilation : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

DENISEVladimir hauled me through the doorway of my bedroom, and for a second, I thought he might actually throw me on the floor. I was wrong. He marched to my bed, tipped his shoulder, and I went tumbling onto the soft mattress, the air leaving my lungs in a sharp exhale. Before I could even scramble up to sit, I heard the heavy click of the deadbolt. The cold, arrogant bastard didn't just drop me in my room and leave me the fuck alone. He locked himself inside with me like he owned the fucking room. To say I was mad would be the biggest understatement of the year. I so badly wanted to commit a crime. One that would definitely put me behind bars for life. I pushed my hair out of my face, eyes glaring hard at him with a hatred so pure it felt like it should have blistered his skin. Vladimir didn't even look at me. He walked straight to the open window, the night breeze tossing the dark curtains and his smooth, dark hair. With a muscular grace, he began to pull the rope back in. Th

DENISE The morning sun filtered through the tall, arched windows of the dining area, throwing long, golden stripes across the large mahogany table. To anyone else, it was a picture-perfect scene of a united family. But to me, it felt like sitting in a room full of unexploded landmines. My body felt heavy, my skin still tingling with a sensitivity that made the material of my robe feel like sandpaper against my thighs. I felt that dull ache still present in-between my thigh, a reminder of how I'd spent the previous night. My mother sat across from me, sipping her latte macchiato with a poise that made me want to scream my lungs out.Russo, my stepfather, sat at the head of the table, his eyes buried in a ledger, his presence a dark, suffocating weight. His own coffee stayed untouched, the steam curling up to his stern face. And then there was Vladimir.He sat to my right, looking entirely too composed for a man who had spent the better part of the night dismantling every part of m

DENISE The next morning, I was shoving my stuff into a heavy canvas duffel bag, my movements jerky and fueled by a heavy feeling of frustration. Every time I heard footsteps approaching in the hallway, my heart did a violent, sickening somersault against my ribs. I kept expecting the door to burst open—expecting him to come to me. After Vladimir drove out yesterday morning, he didn't come back home. I even had to sit by my window throughout the night expecting to hear the familiar roar of his beasty car. But he didn't come. “Plus, he wasn’t even taking his calls, leaving me to worry my ass off. I later found out from my mom that Russo and Vladimir had pressing business to attend to.” Well, I think the earlier I get out of the house, and his life, the better. I needed to clear my head. To kill this new obsession before it becomes intense. The ghost of Vladimir’s touch felt like a brand on my skin. I could still feel the phantom weight of him pressing me against the hard

STACIE The air in the room had become very thick, charged with the heavy, musk scent of my stepbrother and his friends. I was no longer the invisible stepsister; I was the center of their universe, a prize I've come to know they had all been wanting in secret.Ace didn’t let go of my waist as he stepped back, guiding me into the center of the room where the bed lamp hit me perfectly. Ethan and Cole flanked me like guards, their eyes dark with a predatory hunger that made my skin prickle. The three of them circled me like predators who had finally cornered their prize. "Let’s see what you’ve been hiding under all that denim, Stacie," Ace whispered, his voice was like a low, vibrating command.He stepped in front of me, his eyes dark with a hunger I’d only ever seen in my darkest fantasies. "You’ve been hiding under those baggy shirts for too long, Stacie," he whispered, his fingers catching the first button of my shirt. He didn’t rip it; he moved with a maddening, agonizing slown

STACIE It was Sunday. And somehow, Ethan and Cole were still at our place. Ace had been diligently using his excuse of ‘studying.’ to keep them with us. And my parents? They were enthusiastically pleased. Especially my mom. She felt like what I probably needed to get my grades up was a group study with my stepbrother and his equally intelligent friends. If my parents knew what we've been doing behind closed doors they'd probably—No. No. No. I won't be thinking about that. Not after I just let my stepbrother and his friends fuck me senselessly in my room on a Sunday afternoon, right when my parents were downstairs getting ready to attend a social event.Soon enough, we had the entire house to ourselves because our parents had just gone out. They were attending a post-wedding brunch that promised to keep them occupied until dinner, hopefully. The house was a fortress of silence, save for the heavy breathing of the three men surrounding me.I sat exhausted on the edge of my soft b