All Chapters of Dirty Affairs: An Erotic Compilation : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

AVA The two weeks back in Los Angeles were a slow-motion car crash of both anticipation and doubt. Every time my phone beeped with a notification, my heart would try to punch its way out of my ribs, only for me to find a goddamn promotional email from my bank or a text from the manager at the club. Bradley was silent. No "how are you doing?" No "I can’t stop thinking about you." Nothing. He was playing me, and the worst part was that I knew it. He was a Marine; of course he knew exactly how to starve an enemy out until they were willing to surrender just for a drop of water. By day ten, I was pacing my small apartment, checking my calendar app every hour. By day thirteen, I was convinced the whole thing had been a fever dream brought on by the trauma of being back home. Then, Saturday came and exactly 6:00 PM on the dot my phone beeped. Unknown Number: Room 412, The Garland. I didn't even reply. I just dropped my phone and ran to the closet. I chose a red lace dress that

JUANITA The air in his office had turned into something thick and suffocating, like the atmosphere right before a summer storm. I was still on my knees, my palms flat against the cold, thin carpet, looking up at him while my heart hammered an uneven rhythm against my ribs. He didn't say any more words. He just reached down, his long, elegant fingers catching his cock as he freed himself. I stopped breathing. He was...huge! Magnificent. There was no other word for it. He was long, thick, and perfectly shaped, with a sleekness that made it looked like it had been carved from the same porcelain as his skin. The cap was a deep, healthy pink, glistening with a tiny bead of anticipation at the very tip. It was the most intimidating thing I had ever seen, and yet, a traitorous heat started to pool in my lower belly. Julian Lee smirked down at me, his narrow eyes dark with a look of pure, unadulterated power. He wrapped his hand around the base of his length and gave it a slow,

SERENITY The morning light was like a sharp blade cutting through the curtains of the room. I blinked, my eyelids feeling like they were glued shut with sleep and something heavier—exhaustion. My head throbbed with a dull, heavy ache that timed itself to the pulsing between my thighs. I shifted, and a sharp sting of soreness shot out from my hips. It all came rushing back in a violent flood. Last night. Mark. The last thing I remembered was the ceiling of that club room spinning as Mark arched over me, his face a mask of dark triumph as he emptied himself inside me. I must have blacked out. The intensity of it, the emotional and physical wreckage of having my ex-husband reclaim me like an unpaid debt, had simply flicked the switch in my brain. I realized with a start that I wasn't in the club. I was in my own bed, under my own duvet. I instinctively snatched the covers back, my heart hammering against my ribs in panic. I wasn't naked. Someone had dressed me in my lacy bla

CARMEN The room didn't just erupt; it broke into chaos. I watched excitedly as Rhea’s jaw practically hit the floor with a loud thud. Matt literally choked on his bourbon, coughing into his hand. Laura was screaming into a pillow. Derek froze, his eyes widening as he looked from Andy to me.I felt a jolt of adrenaline hit my nervous system. My heart was picking up a wild pace, my skin prickling under the smooth fabric of my dress. I looked at Derek. Yes, he was actually attractive in a rugged, law student who never sleeps kind of way. Strong jaw, dark eyes, and an awfully loud personality that I’d always thought was vibrant and stimulating. "A dare is a dare," I said in a raspy tone.I didn't give myself time to overthink it. I reached for a shot of tequila sitting on the table, slammed the glass against my mouth, and felt the fire burn its way all the way down to my stomach. I stood up, the red silk of my dress hugging my curves in all of the right places. The room went silent,

KOURTNEY At twenty-two, I wasn't asking for a million dollars to be miraculously sitting pretty in my account. I wasn't even hoping to find a genuine love that'd be safe and unconditional. I just wanted my sanity intact. I wanted to wake up without the sound of glass shattering or my parents screaming about who would be keeping the house and who was responsible for twenty three years of misery. Their divorce wasn't just a legal procedure; it was a battle of the fiercest, and of course, I was just the collateral damage standing in the middle of the battlefield. I couldn't take it anymore. I felt if I spent any more day in Colorado, I'd totally lost the last bit of sanity I was desperately holding on to. I packed my entire life—the things that mattered, some clothes, few books, and my laptop—into a single, battered suitcase. I didn't inform them, didn't even bother leaving a note. I just caught the first bus heading east toward Nebraska. At least I still had a friend. Tessa di