All Chapters of Dirty Affairs: An Erotic Compilation : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

SHEILAThe next morning arrived with a brightness that felt like a personal insult to my exhausted, aching body. I woke up to the sound of Cherry humming while she brushed her hair, and for a terrifying second, I thought I’d dreamt the whole thing. But then I moved, and the soreness between my thighs—a deep, heavy throb—reminded me exactly how Bryant had fucked me mercilessly last night in this very room. I lifted the covers swiftly over my legs, suddenly feeling the guilt tug at my chest in a very unfamiliar way. "Morning, sleepyheads!" Aunt Linda chirped, poking her head into the room. She was dressed in high-end hiking gear, looking far too energetic. "The sun is out, the weather is good, and I’ve decided we’re all going on a hike up to the Ridge. It’s a family tradition!" “Yes!” Cherry squealed excitedly. “I'm up for an adventure.”I groaned into my pillow, but I knew I couldn't say no without looking suspicious. Not when my sister was already all over the moon about it. An

CREIGHTON "Go on your knees, Creighton," she purred, reaching up to adjust the blonde and pink wig. The movement caused her breasts to sway, the red lace of her bra straining against the weight of them. "Is the reality a bit much for my favorite British subscriber?" "It's not," I managed to say, my voice sounding like it was coming from a different person as I went down on my knees at her command. My mother-in-law let out a dark, melodic laugh. She stepped toward me, her thighs brushing against my shoulders. "I always looked forward to seeing that username—OxfordLad, right? You always tip generously when I do the teacher roleplays. Ironic, isn't it? Considering I’m the one who should be teaching you a few things tonight." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This woman knew the entire details about the filthy part of my life. She reached down, her fingers tangling in my hair, and slowly guided my head toward the center of her chest. I felt the heat radiating off her skin, th

ELISE"Bitch, Are you seriously going to sulk forever over a stupid, bottom-feeding boy like Ryan? Because if so, I’m going to need a refund on this friendship," I snapped, yanking Marie’s hand toward the red and blue neon drenched entrance of The 21st Club. It was easily one of the bubbliest clubs in the whole of Manhattan. Marie stumbled behind me, her heels clicking against the pavement. "Elise, I don’t know. This place looks quite... crowded. Maybe we should just grab a pizza or watch a rom-com?"I stopped dead on my track, my heels literally screeching to an abrupt stop. Then I turned to face her, grabbed her by the shoulders, my eyes locking onto hers. "Listen to me, Marie, Ryan cheated. That fucking son of a Chihuahua cheated on YOU.”I watched as her lips parted open and close without a word. Good. “He’s a fool, and you are a goddess in a five-hundred-dollar dress that makes your tits look like a fucking religious experience. We are here to loosen up, have fun, and maybe—ju

SKYLAR"Skylar, honey, are you less busy?"I let out a groan that was probably loud enough to shake the foundation of the entire building. I was sprawled on the sofa, my muscles aching and my hair a chaotic mess of curls. "Mom, seriously? I’ve spent the last five hours scrubbing floors and tidying the pantry. At this point, I’m pretty sure my soul has left my body."My mom poked her head into the living room, car keys jingling in her hand. She gave me that look—the one that said she wasn't actually asking. "Oh, stop being so dramatic. I’m not sending you to the grocery store. I just have to run a few errands, and the plumber is coming over to fix that leak in my master bathroom. Just let him in and show him where it is.""Fine," I huffed, rolling my eyes. "But I’m gonna take a bath. If he shows up, he can wait a minute.""Don't be rude, Sky. See you later!"The front door clicked shut, and the silence of the house now that my mother was gone felt luxurious. Finally, I stood up, str

ROSETTA The air in the drawing room felt thin, like the oxygen was being sucked out of the room by the consuming weight of my mother’s gaze. She stood by the fireplace, her silhouette framed by the flickering embers, looking every bit the cold aristocrat she fucking was."I am done discussing this, Rosetta," she said, her voice sharp as razor. "You will marry Matteo Allezande. You will do it for the family, for the legacy, and for the security of our name. You have twenty-four hours to accept, or you can pack a single bag.”“Seriously, Mom?!” I shot out, the anger boiling nonstop within me. “Yes, seriously.” She sneered. “You will be cast away. No inheritance, no connections, no home. You will live as a pauper in the streets you so dearly love to romanticize."I felt the blood boil hotter in my veins, a hot, defiant fire that made my hands shake with fury. "I would rather beg for scraps in the streets than spend a single night in that man’s house," I spat, my voice echoing off the h