Lahat ng Kabanata ng SIN BETWEEN THE SHEETS: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

The door clicked shut behind him, and for a moment, the silence was deafening. My heartbeat was too loud in my ears, thudding in a rhythm that didn’t belong to me anymore. He set the mood without words—his jacket gone, shirt unbuttoned just enough to tease at smooth, hard muscle beneath, his mask catching the candlelight.I stood there, champagne glass trembling slightly in my hand, and finally set it down on the low table by the bed. I had no excuse to stall anymore.“Take this off,” he said, fingers brushing the strap of my dress where it curved over my shoulder. His voice wasn’t harsh—it was steady, commanding without needing to force me.My skin prickled at the touch. “And if I don’t?” I asked, trying to keep some sense of power in my voice.His lips curved into that same dark smile. “Then I’ll take it off for you.”Before I could answer, his fingers slid down the strap, dragging it lower until my skin was bare. The fabric slipped easily, pooling at my waist, leaving me in lace an

The air in the room was heavy with sex—sweat, musk, and the raw sound of my moans mixing with theirs. My body already ached, stretched, used, but they weren’t close to finished with me.The first man had me on my back, his cock buried deep inside me, fucking me with brutal strokes that made the bed slam against the wall. My legs were bent wide, his hands gripping my thighs so hard I knew bruises would bloom by morning. Every thrust sent shockwaves through me, making my breath stutter and my nails claw at the sheets.But it wasn’t just him.The silver-masked man knelt beside my head, his cock pressing against my lips. He slapped it across my cheek once, twice, then shoved past my mouth before I could protest. My throat stretched around him, gagging, saliva spilling down my chin as he used me like nothing more than a wet hole. His hand tangled in my hair, forcing my head down onto his cock while he groaned above me.And still, the third man loomed, never rushing. He slid a hand down my

My knees were already weak, my throat raw from moaning, but Alex wasn’t done. Not even close.“On your hands and knees,” he growled, shoving me forward until my palms hit the bed. My arms trembled, sweat dripping down them, but the command in his voice made me obey instantly. My ass was in the air, exposed, still aching from how badly they had both used me all night.Behind me, I felt Alex’s hand smack hard against my cheek, the sting making me cry out. “You’re mine now,” he snarled. “You’ve been fucked, marked, ruined—and you’re still begging for more.”“I’m not—” I tried to protest, but my voice broke when his fingers pushed between my legs, sliding through the mess dripping out of me. My body betrayed me, shuddering as another wave of heat rolled through.“She’s soaked again,” Alex said, glancing over his shoulder. Liam leaned back in the chair in the corner, shirt open, his cock still half-hard as he stroked it lazily. His smirk made my stomach twist.“Of course she is,” Liam said

My legs were still shaking when he dragged me outside. The night air was sharp against my flushed skin, but his grip on my wrist kept me hot, tethered, burning.“Where are we.” I started, but the question was cut off when he opened the door of a sleek black car and shoved me inside.He climbed in, his presence filling the space, his hand resting heavy on my thigh. Every time the car hit a bump, his fingers squeezed, reminding me who was in control.“You think I’m done with you?” His voice was low, dangerous.My thighs pressed together. “N-no.”“Good,” he said. “Because we’re not stopping until you understand exactly what you belong to.”The ride was a blur of neon lights and pounding heartbeats. By the time we reached his place—a penthouse that loomed high above the city—my body was already trembling again.The second the door shut behind us, he spun me around and slammed me against it. His mouth crashed against mine, tongue forcing its way inside, rough and hungry. My moan was swallo

The second his fingers slid inside me, I forgot how to breathe. My mouth fell open, a broken sound spilling out as my back arched hard off the bed. He didn’t give me time to adjust, didn’t give me anything soft or gentle—just deep, relentless strokes that made my thighs shake around him.My hands clawed at the sheets, desperate for something to hold onto. Every thrust of his fingers hit that spot that made my vision blur, my legs spreading wider without me meaning to.“You like being used, don’t you?” His voice was low, dangerous, but laced with something smug. His free hand grabbed my jaw, forcing me to look at him even as tears threatened to sting the corners of my eyes. “Tell me.”I shook my head, trying to deny it, but my body betrayed me again. My hips rolled up into his hand, chasing the pressure, the speed. His thumb pressed against my clit, circling ruthlessly until I cried out.“Say it.”“I—I don’t—” My words broke into a moan as he curled his fingers inside me, and the sound