All Chapters of SINFUL-STATION; A sinful Collection : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sienna’s POV “Feel free and dance. It’s my birthday for heaven’s sake, not a funeral!” Yvonne shouted over the pounding music, her fingers lacing with mine as she tugged me closer to the center of the room. “I am trying,” I said, though my stiff movements betrayed me. The bass vibrated through the floor,crawling up my legs and settling uncomfortably in my chest. I tried to mirror her rhythm, but it felt like I was wearing someone else’s skin, too tight, too loud, too wrong. Yvonne had never understood that some people didn’t thrive in chaos. “C’mon, don’t act so stiff and awkward,” she laughed, finally letting go of my hands. “I didn’t drag you all the way here so you could stare at everyone like a robot.” “I know,” I groaned, rolling my shoulders as if that might loosen the knot sitting between them. “You know partying isn’t my thing. I’m only here because of you.” “Yes, baby,” she said, swaying back toward me, her grin wide and reckless. This time, she placed my hands on her w

Sienna's POVCraving my best friend’s father was a line my thoughts should never have crossed. And yet, the way his touch unraveled me made it impossible to think clearly. Every slow, knowing movement sent pleasure curling deep inside me, stealing my breath and leaving my body aching for more. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so undone, so exquisitely aware of every nerve.When his fingers withdrew from my entrance, it didn’t leave me empty for long. He traced lazy, teasing circles around my clit, lingering just enough to make the sensitivity almost unbearable before sliding back in.A soft moan slipped from my lips. My fingers curled tightier into the sheets as waves of pleasure rolled through me, my body responding helplessly to every stroke.Shit. What was I doing?What if Yvonne walked through the door and found me sprawled on her father's warm, comfy bed, breathless and undone, so close to losing control?The thought should have stopped me. It should have made me pull a

Ruth’s POVI’d told myself this trip was about breathing again, stepping away from work, from routines, from the tight knot my life had become. That was how Lilith convinced me to come. A vacation. Sun, quiet, freedom.It was supposed to be just the two of us.Then she mentioned Mark, her boyfriend.Fine. Third wheel it is.Lilith and I stood by the car, the afternoon heat curling around us, when Mark finally appeared, dragging his suitcase across the pavement. Relief barely had time to settle before I noticed he wasn’t alone.Another suitcase.Another man.The stranger stood beside Mark, tall, broad-shouldered, his presence instantly shifting the air around us. Dark sunglasses hid hisE eyes, but it didn’t matter, I felt them on me anyway. My chest tightened, a slow, unfamiliar pull settling low in my stomach.Lilith said something beside me, but her voice faded into background noise.All I could do was stare.It felt like gravity had chosen him as its center, and I was already caught

Jake’s POVMark announced that time was up, but the way she lingered told me she wasn’t ready to stop. Neither was I. My body was tight with want, the kind that burned low and impatient, every thought narrowing down to her mouth and the ache I was fighting to keep in check.I wanted to fuck her mouth until I came deep in her throat.When I’d arrived for this vacation, I’d expected the usual, long days, empty conversations, boredom stretching thin. Instead, the air felt charged now, my thoughts restless, attention locked on her.This trip was anything but boring.And it was only just getting interesting.I tangled my fist in her hair, guiding her as her head moved along my shaft, each slow rise and fall sending sharp, electric pleasure rippling through me.”“Ruth…” Lilith started, reaching for her, but Mark caught her wrist before she could make contact.“Let them,” he murmured.Lilith hesitated, then slowly sat back. Their eyes stayed on us, unblinking, as we moved together without sh

Elena's pov The very first day Jake moved into the apartment next door to mine, I told myself I was going to stay away from him. I had made that decision the moment I saw him carrying the last of his boxes down the hallway.But days turned into weeks.And somehow, without meaning to, he became part of my routine.Every morning when I stepped out for work, the hallway would sometimes echo with the soft click of his door opening at the same time as mine. In the evenings, when I returned tired, I would catch sight of him again leaning against his doorframe, keys in hand, or walking down the corridor with that easy confidence that seemed completely natural to him.Jake was… dangerous in the way every woman secretly feared and wanted.Warm brown eyes that seemed to hold a quiet kind of mischief. Eyes that lingered just a little too long, as if they could see straight through whatever defenses a woman tried to put up. His shoulders were broad enough to fill the doorway when he leaned again