All Chapters of Dirty Affairs: An Erotic Compilation : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

BELCALIS He leaned in despite my little protests, his scent overwhelming me in the small space. He tried to capture my lips, but I pushed him back, my hands flat against his hard chest. "You’re a maniac, Kade Carter." "That makes two of us," he murmured, standing up and reaching out a hand. "My room. Now. Unless you want to take the risk of Ivy waking up to the sound of you moaning my name." I let out a shaky sigh, defeated by my own traitorous body. I slipped out of bed, my nightgown sliding against my skin, and followed the shadow of the man I was supposed to hate out into the hallway. Kade’s room was nothing but a sanctuary of dark wallpapers and the scent of expensive cologne. It was uniquely him—dark and exquisite. The second the door clicked shut, every single piece of my morality dropped. Kade picked me up swiftly and tossed me onto the center of his king-sized bed causing me to bounce with a small devilish laugh. The sheets were crisp, neat, and smelled exactly li

MIA He stood up, wiping his hands on his thighs. He was standing so close I could feel the heat radiating off his body. He looked down at my petite frame, his dark eyes scanning my face, settling on my lips for a second too long. "You've been watching me from that window for a long time, Mia," he said, his voice dropping dangerously low. It wasn't a question; it was a statement. A direct statement of pure fact. My face went scarlet, my breath scrapped my throat harshly. I opened my mouth to deny it, but the words died in my throat. Dominick didn't wait for an answer. He reached out, his hand sliding behind my neck, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin behind my ear. "It’s okay," he whispered, leaning down. "Because I’ve been watching you, too." My lips parted but no words came out. I was far too shocked to be able to utter any words. Before I could think of anything to say, he crashed his mouth onto mine, and it was like a fucking dam breaking. His kiss was wet, hungry, dem

STEPHANIE I couldn't wait anymore. My body was burning recklessly with an intensity that should be forbidden. I needed to feel his touch. I needed him to take whatever he'd fucking fantasized about. "You're so wet for me, Steph," he whispered, his voice a dark rasp. “Look at you dripping all over your sheets like a little slut.” “Please, Stefan…please.” I whispered in a moan as I tried to squeeze my thighs together just to soothe the ache that was getting more intense with every passing second. “So impatient, huh?” He chuckled darkly, intent on making the ache more unbearable for me. I felt my pussy breathing desperately like it suddenly had a life of its own. Every nerve on my body was on fire. Finally, he gave me what I'd been craving for. He started really slow, his tongue flicking out to taste the very edge of my folds which had been smeared with my juice. I arched my back instinctively, a high-pitched moan escaping my lips even before I could think of biting it back.

AVAThe drive from Los Angeles to my parents' house in the suburbs had felt like a slow descent into a past I tried to outrun. For three years, I’d stayed away, carving out a life that my mother called "a cry for help" and my father simply ignored. Being a stripper in LA wasn't just a job, it was my armor. It was the one thing that was entirely mine, far away from the shadow of my older sister, Linda.The last time I came home was for Linda’s wedding. It had been the event of the decade. She’d met Bradley on a dating site—a real-life US Marine, built like a brick fortress with eyes that could melt steel. They were the golden couple. And then, two years ago, the universe threw a wrench in the perfection: Linda was diagnosed with cancer.The family group chat became a shrine to her resilience. Everyone pulled resources, said novenas, and flew across the country to hold her hand. A year of hell later, she’d come out on the other side miraculously cancer-free. This Thanksgiving wasn't

AVA The morning light was like an unwanted intruder. It filtered through the thin curtains of my childhood bedroom, sharp and unforgiving as though it was trying to chastise me. I tried to roll over, but my body immediately reminded me of everything that had happened in that dark, quiet gazebo last night. My inner thighs were sore with a dull, familiar ache that thrummed between my legs, and my back felt I’d sprained a muscle or two there. I was sore in all the right places, and every bit of that soreness was like a danger sign pointing toward my brother-in-law. I stayed under the covers for a long time, staring at the ceiling. I felt like a different person than the girl who had walked into this house forty-eight hours ago. I was no longer just the black sheep who everyone thought was living a dirty life as a stripper sister. I was now far worse. I had taken something that belonged to Linda—something she had fought to keep through chemo and radiation—and I had done it without a