All Chapters of Midnight Sins: A Spicy Compilation: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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1. Touch

Whirling around, I lunge at Nyla, pushing the door closed as I shove her up against it. She squeaks, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist as my arms bracket her head in place.“Dead to me still counts,” I say, pressing our foreheads together.Her hands come to my face, fingers cupping my jaw. “Not really.”Annoyed, and quickly growing more agitated by the second, I palm the base of her skull and crush my mouth to hers. My tongue forces its way inside, sweeping over her teeth and tangling with hers, warring for dominance. She lets out a tiny moan at the intrusion, and the vibration from it surges straight to my cock, which I grind into her.When she breaks away, she’s breathless. “Jonas, we should probably talk about this.”“After,” I insist, my voice gruff and hardly recognizable to even my ears. Trembling hands reach for her blouse, and I sink my fingers into the lacy fabric, pulling until it tears.“Hey!” She fists my hair as I uncover her tits, bending down to roll my to

2. I Belong To Him Now

EmilyI made a deal with the devil himself... There was a moment right as I reached the door at the address on Nico's card where I thought about running.Spinning on my heel, sprinting down the stairs and out to the street, melting into the city until the sky fades to black and my legs give out. I pictured myself catching a bus to anywhere, getting off without a plan, changing my name, erasing every trace. Disappearing.But the image that followed—one I couldn’t shake and that made my stomach twist—was Nico chasing me.Not running. Just walking, calm and unhurried, already knowing where I’ll end up.So instead, I opened the door and went up.The ground floor was occupied by a Michelin-starred French restaurant, the kind where you need a connection just to get a reservation. The second floor was a tech startup…something to do with “AI-streamlined efficiency congruence”, whatever that means.But the third floor—the one I'm now on—is something else entirely. And it feels…old, like a t

3. I belong To Him Now (2)

Emily I’m still trying to make sense of the fact that I’m not recoiling. I’m responding. My hips shift involuntarily. My breath quickens. Thick, hot, danger coils inside me. And then suddenly, his finger plunges deep inside me, until his knuckles are pressed against my slick lips. A soft, broken sound escapes my throat. Oh God. It’s a moan. I just. Fucking. Moaned. Nico lets out a low, quiet, cold laugh. “I’d ask again,” he chuckles, “but I think we have our answer.” My face crumples a little when he slides his finger out and then rams it back in; deep, hard, conquering. My eyelids droop and my nipples tighten against the glossy wood as his thick digit begins to stroke in and out of me. He curls it slightly against my front wall, stroking my g-spot as my legs tremble and shake. “Are you fucking anyone right now, Emily?” Nico purrs. My breath hitches. I don’t respond. The sharp crack of his palm against my ass sends me jolting forward with a yelp. “Answer me.” “N-no,”

4. Taking Her

Naomi The moment i decided to follow Nicolas without his knowledge I prepared myself to see the worst. I wait for him to disappear before i continue following him. I slam against a wall. Dead end. I whirl around to run in the other direction⁠— And scream when a shadow lunges from the dark. A body slams into me, hard, ripping off my mask and whipping me around, slamming me face-first into the wall, pressing hard against my back. A hand wraps around my throat, sending adrenaline exploding like napalm through my body. “What the fuck are you doing here?” a voice growls. My breath stutters. I freeze. It’s Nicolasa. His hand is still on my throat, not squeezing, just holding. Like he doesn’t trust me not to disappear, or trust himself to let me go. “What the fuck are you doing here,” he growls again, his voice even more edged and deeper. “I—” My voice breaks. “I saw⁠—” “Everything?” he finishes for me. I nod. His hard body clenches with rage behind me. With

Owning Her

ChrisI know how wrong this is. Hell, I've known for weeks and yet it didn't stop me.I stare at her. Her pale skin and plump lips part as she looks around nervously-- trying to avoid my gaze.I drop my glass on the table and she flinches when the whiskey spills.She lets out a gasp, sharp and high in her throat, like the cold shocked her nerves and jolted her brain back into her body.Slowly, I turn to her.There's something so goddamn beautiful about this moment-her bare skin shining under the office lights, knees red from the hardwood floor, the curve of her spine glistening with the line of liquid sliding down it and over the tight swell of her ass.Her hands are still bound behind her by the white silk ribbon, wrists crossed at the small of her back. Knees spread.And her face...Her face is perfectly wrecked, ruined beauty: eyes wide. Cheeks flushed. Lip bitten raw from nerves, or trying not to beg. Maybe both.Probably both.I let the silence stretch out before I reach down, pl

6. Kinky Enough

Contains CNCZadeShe doesn't have many. But one of Malia's few flaws is that she still takes some of the things I say to her as hyperbole. Worse, a joke.She really should know better by now.I strip in the darkness of her bedroom, listening to her slow, quiet breathing as my cock swells, until it's so fucking hard that it curves up toward the ceiling, precum leaking from the pulsing head and tip to run down my shaft.A wolf hunts, and when prey taunts that wolf, the inevitable only becomes more...Personal.Necessary.When am I seeing you again?I watched in real time as she typed those words and then quickly deleted them. How? Simple. Two nights ago, I was also in her bedroom while she slept, slowly and languidly rubbing her clit until she came in her sleep.She must have missed the streaks of cum I left dripping down her pussy and between her legs when she woke up in the morning. Maybe she was still groggy when she jumped in the shower, who knows.Either way, as well as making he

7. kinky Enough 2

trigger warning: CNC, rough sexZADEShe gasps sharply through the pressure on her windpipe as I reach up with my other hand, grab her ponytail in a fist, and yank her head back."For the fucking record," I growl, leaning close, "this is what is called asking for it."She whimpers again when I shove her away, sending her back onto the bed.I slide off and stalk across the floor to where I discarded my clothes, yanking my belt from the loops of my trousers with a tug that makes the leather snap.Malia's breath catches in a staccato tremble as I slowly turn to her. My eyes are dark as I prowl back to the bed. She's staring at me with eyes that suggest she's just realized exactly how much she's just tried to bite off when it comes to me.Too late if she wants to backpedal now.Way too late.Malia moans as I grab her wrists and wrap my belt tightly around them. She shudders as I tug her back roughly over the sheets until I've got her bound wrists pinned to the headboard.Leather wrapped a

8. Rage

TRIGGER WARNING. Nero I stand over her, watching the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest.She finally fell asleep.She's curled on her side on the cot, one arm folded beneath her cheek, the other wrapped around her body, protecting her like the blanket she doesn't have.Her skin is smudged and dirty, pebbled with goosebumps as she shivers slightly in her sleep.I fight against that part of me that wants to warm her. I kill the piece of me that still wants to take her in my arms and tell her it's going to be okay.It's not.My gaze drags over her filthy, torn dress, stained with grime and sweat. One strap hangs off her shoulders, and I won't deny the flicker of heat in my pulse when I see the way the hem has slipped up her bare thighs.Fuck. She might be a wrecked version of the little princess ballerina she usually is. But even in captivity, in my chains, she's still got her hair up in that fucking ponytail, as always.The steel manacle remains around her ankle, the other end of t

9.Rage (2)

NeroYou know when something wrong -- just feels so right? So right that you can't help how much you crave it.That's how this.... thing, with Milena feels.Her hands are a blur as they yank up her dress and shove under it. A humming, whining sound comes from her throat as her arms jerk, fingers rubbing hard under the fabric.Seeing her on her knees, precum and spit all over her face, throating my cock while she frantically rubs her clit, desperate to come, pushes me over the edge.With a groan, I ram deep into her throat and then pull out. Milena gasps for air, thick strands of spit dangling between her lips and my cock as I wrap my hand around it and stroke.It only takes two pumps before I feel my balls draw up tight."Open that pretty princess mouth, baby," I groan.She moans as she opens wide, a look of pleasure on her face as she rubs her pussy.The first rope of cum lands hot and heavy across her tongue. The next one on her lips and chin. I hiss darkly, pumping my swollen dick

10. Betrayal

Brooklyn I press my back against the door after I entered. My fingers make their way to my lips and I sigh defeatedly. As my mind recalls last nights activities with him. Of all men you could have gone for, Brooklyn. It had to be him.He kisses me until I can't breathe. When he finally goes to move away, I grab him tightly and pull him closer, not wanting to lose him again.Never wanting to lose him. Never wanting to stop kissing him.I whimper into his strong lips, loving their feel on mine-the slight scritch of his stubble against my skin, his scent overwhelming me in the best way.The taste of his tongue when it pushes past my lips to tangle with my own.I've never once been kissed like this, by anyone. I honestly can't even remember other kisses now. Every time he tries to pull back, I just hold him even tighter, leaning into him, until I'm practically falling off the bed and into his lap while he kneels on the floor in front of me.Eventually, we reluctantly break apart. Kir's

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