All Chapters of DIRTY, ROTTEN SEXCAPADES (Erotica Collection): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

LILY-ROSE'S POVI woke up with my pussy soaking wet and aching for some dick. The friction of the lace panties against my clit made my toes curl. I reached over to the other side of the king-sized bed, hoping to feel Jimmy's warm skin, but the spot was cold. Again. I didn't even know how many nights it had been like this. I had literally lost count.I sat up and looked at the clock. It was early, and the house was dead silent. Yesterday had been our ten-year wedding anniversary. I had planned everything. I sent our four children to his parents' house for the whole weekend so we could finally have some peace and quiet. Jimmy had promised he'd be home for a romantic dinner and some much-needed alone time, but instead, I spent the night drinking wine by myself.I looked at the nightstand. The candles I'd lit were just piles of cold wax now. My red silk scarf was still draped over the lamp, a reminder of the things I wanted him to do to me with it. I groaned and flopped back onto the p

LILY-ROSE’S POVDECEMBER 22nd, 2025I sat in silence, and the house felt wrong, like it was watching me unravel. My TV was in splinters against the wall, and the radio had been beaten down to crumbs. The Italian chandelier that used to be the center of the room now littered the floor in tiny crystal pieces, sparkling like it was mocking me for ever believing in anything beautiful.Jimmy finally pushed me over the edge, and the terrifying part was that I felt myself go. He did exactly what he promised he would never do when he asked me to marry him, and I remembered the look in his eyes when he swore he would never hurt me like that. What made it worse, what made my hands shake, was knowing he hadn’t just done it once. He had been doing it for months, coming home to me like nothing was wrong, kissing my forehead, sleeping in my bed, and lying straight to my face.It had been two weeks since Jimmy moved into the guest room, and those two weeks felt like a punishment I never agreed to. I

LILY-ROSE'S POV Before I knew it, Christmas Eve had arrived. The kids and I were seated at the breakfast table, quietly waiting for Jimmy to join us. His mother sat at the far end, occupying the seat that should have been mine. She was dressed in one of her stiff, tailored power suits, looking more like she was campaigning for mayor than sitting down for a family holiday breakfast. "Is Dad coming down yet?" J.R. asked, poking at his eggs with his fork. "I'm hungry." "Yeah! We can't wait any longer or else we'll weather and die," Tommy added dramatically, throwing his hands in the air. "It's wither and die, honey, not weather," I corrected, though my thoughts were far away from grammar. "Eat your breakfast, boys," Bernice snapped sharply as she spread a napkin over her lap. Then she glanced at me from the corner of her eye. "Your father is locked in his room talking on the phone to his special associate." She stressed the word associate deliberately. I clenched my fists beneath

LILY-ROSE'S POVI stood before the full-length mirror with my eyes shut tight. I was terrified I'd look like a disaster. I took a deep breath and opened them, staring at a woman I didn't recognize.The gold dress was a confession. The beading clung to my body, highlighting every curve of my hips and the heavy swell of my 44DD breasts. The neckline plunged low, exposing my chest that was shimmering with highlight. Every movement parted a high slit that showed off my smooth, waxed thigh. Feathers brushed my shoulders like a lover's touch.I looked expensive, and I looked dangerous.I still couldn't figure out why Jimmy's new bosses would spend this much on me. I didn't have time to think about it. I checked the clock and realized I was going to be late. I called a taxi, and it was at the door in five minutes. We traveled an hour out of the city before pulling up to a literal castle on a hill. It was breathtaking.A massive crowd of people gathered outside, all dressed to impress. Expens

LILY-ROSE'S POVSinbad's grip was like an iron shackle around my wrist. He didn't just lead me; he dragged me. We passed through cold stone hallways that felt like they belonged to another century until we reached the top floor. My head was spinning. I was a mother of four and a former high-powered attorney, yet here I was, let's be real, acting like a total slut for a man who looked like he could kill me without blinking.We reached a heavy oak door at the end of the private hallway. He didn't knock; he just kicked it open.The room was massive, dim, and smelled of expensive tobacco and raw power. A fireplace roared in the corner, but the real light came from a 70-inch TV. I froze when I saw what was playing.It was the video of me on my bed with my knees up, screaming my husband's name while I shoved my fingers into my tight, dripping hole.A man sat in a deep leather chair, his back to us. He was a mountain of a man, even broader than Sin. His long pitch-black hair was pulled into