Lahat ng Kabanata ng Midnight Sins: A Spicy Compilation: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Trigger Warnings: Non-consensual/Coerced sexual dynamics, rough public sex, choking, spanking, and explicit language.Halloway The fluorescent lights of the corridor felt like needles against my eyes. I had spent the entire morning clutching my coffee mug like a lifeline, my mind a fractured mosaic of the previous night. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the phantom weight of them-the way they had shared me, the way they had reduced a respected educator to a whimpering, cum-drenched mess on a leather sofa. I had told myself it was a one-time lapse, a fever dream born of a moment of weakness. I had to be Ms. Halloway today. I had to be the woman who taught literature and graded essays, not the girl who begged for it.I was standing by the front gates, watching the morning drop-off, my hands tucked into the pockets of my sensible pencil skirt. That was when I saw her. Tiana, one of my brightest students, hopped out of a sleek, black SUV. She waved goodbye to the driver, a bright

Trigger Warnings: Abuse of power, law enforcement fetishism, rough sexual play, choking, spanking, and explicit language. The red and blue lights flashing in my rearview mirror felt like a strobe light on my own funeral. I pulled over to the shoulder of the empty interstate, the gravel crunching under my tires like bone. My heart was a frantic hammer in my chest. I knew what was in the trunk-two kilos of uncut product and a brick of cash that wasn't mine. I was dead. Or worse, I was going to spend the rest of my life in a cage.The officer stepped out of her cruiser, her boots clicking with a slow, deliberate rhythm on the asphalt. She didn't look like any cop I'd ever seen. Her uniform was tailored so tight it looked painted on, the fabric straining against the curve of her hips and the heavy, dangerous swell of her breasts. She kept her aviators on despite the moonlight, her jaw set in a hard, predatory line."License and registration," she rumbled, her voice a low, husky vibrati

Trigger Warnings: Adultery/Infidelity, power imbalance, rough sexual play, choking, spanking, anal play, breeding themes, and explicit language.Bianca The walls of the estate were thick, but not thick enough to drown out the low, rhythmic murmur of my husband's voice coming from the study. He was in there with my sister, Beatrice, discussing the logistics of the new merger, oblivious to the fact that his most trusted asset was currently pushing me against the cold stone wall of the gallery.Killian stood six-foot-four, a wall of suit-clad muscle and silent, lethal intent. He had been my shadow for six months, a constant, watchful presence that had slowly transitioned from a security necessity to a carnal obsession. He didn't speak much; he didn't have to. The way his eyes tracked the movement of my hips, the way he lingered a second too long when helping me into the car-it was a silent dialogue of hunger."Your husband is distracted, Mrs. Thorne," Killian rumbled, his voice a low

Trigger Warnings: Adultery/Infidelity, breeding themes, paternity fraud (deception), rough sexual play, choking, spanking, and explicit language.KillianSterling doesn't see it, of course. He sees a reflection of his own supposed nobility, a "Thorne" heir to carry on the family name and the corporate empire. He spent the morning in the sun-drenched nursery, rolling a silver ball back and forth with a toddler who has my jawline and my stubborn, silent temperament. I stood in the doorway, my hands clasped behind my back, the stoic sentinel, watching the man I betray every single day play father to my flesh and blood.A small smirk played on my lips as Sterling picked the boy up, laughing. "You're going to be a titan, Leo. Just like your old man."I caught Bianca's gaze across the room. She was leaning against the vanity, her silk robe cinched tight, her eyes dark with a secret that would burn this entire estate to the ground if it ever touched the light. She knew. She felt the weight o

TriggerWarnings: Consensual cuckoldry/voyeurism, lactation/breast play, breath play (choking), impact play (spanking/slapping), and extremely explicit language.Sterling The house was finally silent. Outside, the rain lashed against the windows of the Thorne estate, but inside, the temperature was rising. I had watched the nanny take Leo-the boy who looked like a bodyguard and carried my name-to the nursery wing. I watched them go with a sense of clinical satisfaction. Sterling Thorne did not play a game he couldn't win, and this game was my masterpiece.People like Beatrice, would look at my marriage to Bianca and see a tragedy of infidelity. They would see a cold husband and a straying wife. They were fools. Bianca and I were a single unit, a two-headed predator that had hunted for the perfect specimen to complete our private theater. I had the vasectomy years before I met her, not out of a dislike for children, but out of a desire for absolute sovereignty over my bloodline. When