All Chapters of A TASTE OF SIN: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I stared at the dead phone screen for a second longer than I should have, then shoved it into my pocket like it might bite.Hudson was already off the bed, yanking his hoodie straight, jeans still half-unzipped. He looked at me—really looked—and his face softened in that way that made my chest ache.“Don’t tell her anything,” he said quietly, stepping close enough that I could still smell sex and his shampoo on him. “Not a word. Not even a hint. She’ll twist it, tell the team, tell Coach—everything blows up before we even know what we are.”“I wasn’t going to,” I muttered, but it came out defensive. “I’m not stupid.”“I know you’re not.” He reached out, thumb brushing my cheekbone once—quick, careful. “Just… panic makes people say shit. And right now you look like you’re about to puke.”“Thanks.” I forced a laugh that didn’t land. “I feel like it.”He exhaled through his nose. “I’m driving you. No arguments. I’ll drop you two blocks out. She won’t see the truck.”I opened my mouth to

The next morning hit like a hangover I didn’t earn.I woke up too early, phone already warm from notifications I hadn’t checked yet. First thing I saw was Hudson’s name at the top of my messages, timestamp 1:47 a.m.Hudson: You asleep?Hudson: Guess you are. Just wanted to say… last night was insane. In the best way.Hudson: Don’t freak out in the morning, okay? We’re good.Hudson: Text me when you’re up. Please.My stomach did that stupid flip again. I stared at the screen until it dimmed, then typed back before I could overthink it.Me: Just woke up. Yeah. Still good. Really good.Me: You?Three dots appeared almost instantly.Hudson: Been up since 5. Couldn’t sleep. Kept replaying it.Hudson: Your mouth. Your hands. The way you looked at me when you swallowed. Fuck, Liam.Hudson: I’m hard again just typing this.Heat rushed straight to my face—and lower. I glanced at my closed bedroom door like Mom might burst in any second.Me: Jesus. Warn a guy.Me: I’m in bed. Alone. And now I’m

Alexander sat up, forcing my body to move with his as he lifted me, seating me onto his lap. His mouth opened to speak, but mine crushed against his in a needy kiss. I needed him to shut the fuck up and not ruin this. He growled into my mouth, and I mewled softly. His kiss wasn’t violent or angry. Instead, it was soft and pleading as he coaxed me to kiss him back.I was a fire, and he was the tinder fueling and stoking my flames. I didn’t care that he intended to use me or breed me like some bitch that had one purpose. Nothing mattered right now, nothing except ending the pain in my apex that only he could soothe.I shoved Alexander down onto the bed, sliding my hand along his muscular stomach to flick the button of his jeans, freeing his thick cock. Scooting back to escape his touch, I yanked his jeans down, sliding my gaze over the strength of his body. Slowly, I took in every sinewy curve and contour. He kicked his boots off, drawing my stare to where he slowly sat up, slipping the

Sam didn't say anything as he shut the door and pushed me against it, trapping me with his arms on either side of my head. He brought his lips down on mine roughly and I immediately responded to the kiss. He didn't wait long before bringing his tongue into my mouth and deepening the kiss. What I had learned from the first time I made out with Sam was that he was a really good kisser.A quiet moan left my lips as Sam's hands sneaked their way under my shirt, running over my stomach and the waistband of my jeans. My hands slithered up into Sam's hair, tugging on the strands with my fingers and pulling him closer to me. Sam groaned at the feeling and kissed me harder, putting his fingers through my belt loops and roughly pulling my hips closer to his, our groins touching. The sensation caused me to tilt my head back in pleasure, my lips parting.Sam took that opportunity to start kissing down my neck with one hand resting on the side of my neck and the other on my hip, rubbing circles wi

The bathroom door was still cracked when I stumbled in, legs shaky, thighs slick, body humming from the way Hudson and Riley had just taken me apart on the bed. Steam was already curling up from the shower—someone had turned it on while I was still catching my breath, sprawled between them like a wrecked thing they’d claimed.I leaned against the sink, palms flat on the cool marble, staring at my reflection: flushed cheeks, swollen lips, bite marks blooming on my throat and collarbone, hair a disaster. My ass ached in the best way—stretched, used, still leaking a little of Hudson down the inside of my thigh. I could feel every pulse of it, every ghost of those fingers curled alongside his cock.The door pushed open wider.Hudson first—naked, skin gleaming with sweat, cock still half-hard and glistening. Behind him, Riley—equally bare, nipples peaked from the cooler air, hair falling in damp strands over her shoulders.They didn’t speak. Didn’t need to.Hudson stepped in close, chest t