Lahat ng Kabanata ng Midnight Sins: A Spicy Compilation: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Elara The mahogany floors of my father's estate felt cooler than I remembered, a stark contrast to the stifling humidity of the summer afternoon. I was home from my junior year at the university, and while my father thought I was back to rest, I was actually back to hunt. For years, I had watched his three best friends from the sidelines-men of power, wealth, and a certain rugged, middle-aged intensity that made the boys at college look like children. They were in the backyard by the pool, the sound of their laughter and the clinking of whiskey glasses drifting through the open French doors. There was Elias, the stoic architect with silver at his temples; Marcus, the venture capitalist with the predatory grin; and Gideon, the former athlete who still moved with a dangerous, feline grace. I spent the whole day perfecting the art of the tease. I wore a white sundress that was technically modest but practically transparent when I caught the sunlight. I made sure to bend over a litt

IrisThe morning after our phone call was a haze of sensory memory. Every time I closed my eyes, I could see Callum through the glass-his chest heaving, his hand working his thick cock, and the look of pure, predatory triumph on his face when I finally broke for him. The barrier of the windows wasn't enough anymore. The digital connection had been a spark, but I needed the fire.I spent the day at work in a state of agitated arousal, the friction of my lace panties against my clit making me squirm in my chair. I didn't want to watch him anymore. I wanted to feel the weight of him. I needed a reason to cross the street that didn't scream "desperate exhibitionist."Luck, it seemed, was on my side. When I got home, a heavy summer thunderstorm had rolled in, and the wind had knocked a heavy branch from the oak tree in my front yard onto the power line feeding my house. The lights flickered and died. Perfect.I grabbed a bottle of wine and a corkscrew, making sure my outfit was a direct pr

Trigger Warnings: Group sex environment (orgy), non-consensual restraint (bondage), breath play (choking), facial abuse, double stimulation (pussy/anal), and extreme explicit language.OliveThe air in the Sigma house basement was thick enough to chew on-a cocktail of expensive cologne, cheap vodka, and the metallic tang of pheromones. I shifted on the velvet sofa, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I'd heard the rumors about the 'Midnight Truth or Dare' parties, but I'd always assumed they were urban legends, the stuff of campus folklore meant to scare the freshmen.But as the grandfather clock in the corner chimed eleven-thirty, the atmosphere shifted. The music slowed to a low, bass-heavy thrum that vibrated in my marrow. The circle of twenty students grew tighter. I was sitting between a girl I barely knew and a guy from my psych lit class, but my eyes were locked on the man across the room.His name was Thorne. He was the kind of guy your mother warned you about

WARNING: Dubious Consent (Power Dynamics), Choking, Spanking, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Tracking/Stalking.The silence of the penthouse was the first thing that hit me. Usually, I could hear the rhythmic hum of her breathing or the soft shuffle of her feet in the kitchen. But as I rolled over and slapped my hand against the silk sheets, I found nothing but cold, empty space."Elena?" I called out, my voice raspy from sleep.No answer. I sat up, the clock on the nightstand mocking me: 4:00 AM. I checked the bathroom, the walk-in closet, the balcony. Nothing. My pulse began to quicken, a slow-burning fuse of anxiety igniting in my gut. I tried to stay calm. Maybe she went for a walk? At four in the morning? Without telling the guards?I grabbed my phone and dialed. It went straight to voicemail."Elena, baby, where are you? Call me back the second you get this."An hour passed. Then two. By 7:00 AM, the anxiety had curdled into a thick, poisonous rage. I had called her tw

WARNING:Erotica,PowerImbalance, Objectification, Choking, Spanking, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Breeding Imagery.Leo Forty thousand feet above the Midwest, the world looked like a silent, frozen map, but inside the cabin of the Gulfstream G650, the atmosphere was thick with a different kind of pressure. The hum of the engines was a low-frequency vibration that seemed to feed directly into my cock. I was sitting on the floor of the master suite at the back of the jet, my back against the leather bulkheading. I wasn't allowed on the seats. Not unless Sienna told me to be there.I had spent the last forty-eight hours in a trance. I had been processed, NDA'd by a silent lawyer, and then tossed into the back of a black SUV. My old life-the office job, the rent, the friends-felt like a dream I'd woken up from. Now, my reality was the scent of Sienna's skin and the terrifying weight of her gaze.She was sitting at the built-in desk, going over tour schedules with her manage