All Chapters of SINFUL-STATION; A sinful Erotic Collection : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Albert's POV Seeing her standing there in that bathrobe, hair damp and little droplets of water still clinging to her lashes, I had to discreetly swallow.She was my stepsister. I shouldn't be looking at her like this, shouldn't be noticing how the white cotton clung to curves that definitely hadn't been there three years ago, shouldn't be cataloging the way her wet hair made her neck look longer, more vulnerable.But I couldn't help it."Your mom and my dad went out to visit a friend." I said, my voice coming out rougher than I intended. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to look casual. "They won't be back till nighttime."Her gaze shifted to the wall clock. It was still early afternoon, hours and hours before anyone would come home."Okay," she replied with a nod, and I watched her hand loosen slightly around her collar.Don't stare. Stop staring.But my eyes had a mind of their own, tracing down the column of her throat, the shape of her collarbones visible above the robe's edg

Aurora's POVMy whole body still shuddered when he stood up.He turned me to face him directly, holding me right against himself like he was afraid I’d fall if he left me on my own. And he was right. My legs were shaking.“Tired?” He asked, tracing kisses around my neck and shoulder.“Never.” I shook my head.His lips met mine, slow and claiming, letting me taste myself on his tongue. Heat curled low in my belly as I fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. When the last one finally gave way, I dragged the fabric off his shoulders and flung it aside, careless and breathless, needing him closer.His body was perfectly sculpted, just the way I loved it. The way his chest rose and fell with each breath was sexy on its own.I traced a manicured finger slowly down his neck, lingering between his chest before following the defined lines of his abs. He stilled beneath my touch, watching me closely, lips parted just enough to betray his need, like he was holding himself back, waiting to see wha

Roxanne POVWinfred Ashcroft left that morning for his usual dawn jog after giving me orders on what to make for breakfast.I stood in the kitchen, my fingers trembling as I reached for the chef's knife to slice some cabbage but I wasn't even concentrating.I shouldn't be thinking about him. But it was definitely impossible not to.Focus. Just make his breakfast and stay invisible like always. I told myself, gripping the knife harder as I chopped on the cabbage.That was the unspoken rule of working for Winfred Ashcroft. Be present but unseen. Efficient but silent. I had mastered it over the past five months, moving through his spaces like a ghost, preparing meals he barely acknowledged, existing in the periphery of his cold, controlled world.Dawn was breaking over the city skyline, painting the clouds in shades of rose and amber, but I barely noticed. My mind was elsewhere, wandering down a path it had no business travelling.He had never looked at me. His steel grey eyes would pas

Roxanne's POV. I had to discreetly pinch myself just to be sure I wasn’t dreaming. And sure enough, I wasn't. The man I’d convinced myself barely noticed me, my boss, was holding me close, kissing me with a hunger that felt achingly familiar, as though he’d been carrying this want just as long as I had. I didn’t pull away. How could I? Every fantasy I’d ever buried was unfolding right in front of me. If this moment was real, then I was going to savor every second of it. His hand beneath my blouse moved slowly, tracing idle circles over my stomach, and each pass sent a warm shiver through me. The heat gathered low, spreading with every breath I took, every brush of his fingers. My body reacted on instinct, breaths turning shallow, nerves lighting up, awareness sharpening until all I could feel was him. My skin felt too sensitive, my chest tight with anticipation, yearning for his touch as if it had been waiting for it all along. But I didn’t want to rush it. I wanted everything

Roxanne's POVI straightened as he finished pulling off his trousers, my gaze never leaving him. Grabbing his shoulders, I pushed him back onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight as he landed with a soft, satisfying thud. The look in his eyes told me he hadn’t expected the sudden shift, and that only made the moment crackle with heat.Slowly, I lifted my hands to my shoulders and let the fabric slide down my arms, pooling at my feet. His gaze skimmed over my body, dark and intent, following every inch. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my underwear and eased it down my legs, unhurried, letting the moment stretch as the air between us grew heavy with want.Then I tossed it toward him. He caught it instinctively, lifting it to his face as his eyes darkened, breathing in slowly as if he could still feel me there.“You smell like flowers,” he murmured, his tongue briefly sweeping over his lips as his gaze lingered on me.He tossed the underwear aside, sending it fl