All Chapters of Dirty Pretty Things: Short erotica collections: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 4Scarlett's POV If someone, even a psychic with a crystal ball, had told me this morning that by afternoon I’d have the hottest man in the city on his knees, his head buried between my thighs, devouring me like I was his last meal, I’d have laughed in their face. Dismissed it as nonsense, something too far fetched to even even consider, especially since things like this just did not happen to someone like me.Yet here I was, sprawled on the leather chaise in Blackwell Ashford’s private lounge, legs spread wide over his shoulders, fingers tangled in his hair, still trembling from the orgasm that had just torn through me.My chest rose and fell in ragged breaths. The air felt thick, scented with sex and his cologne and the faint leather beneath me. Blackwell’s mouth was still on me though it was gentle now, lazy licks as he coaxed the aftershocks from my body, drawing out every last shiver until I was boneless.He finally pulled back, lips glistening, his eyes dark and triumph

Chapter 2Olivia's POV “Babe,” Ethan’s voice came again, closer now. He stepped into the hallway, his eyes scanning me and my breath caught. I was pretty sure if he looked too closely, he would notice the way my legs still trembled.“You good?” He closed the distance, his palm pressing to my forehead. The touch was gentle… and I hated how different it felt from the heat still lingering on my skin from him. Calvin.“I’m fine,” I said quickly, stepping back before my face could give anything away. Ethan’s brows drew together like he’d caught the edge of something I didn’t want him to.“You look flushed.” He tilted his head. “I’ve been so caught up with work, I haven’t even asked how you’re holding up with all the wedding chaos.”Flushed. God. If only he knew. “Oh, Babe. It's okay,” I replied, forcing a laugh that didn’t even sound like me. “Maybe I'm just coming down with the wedding fever.”His hand lingered on my arm, thumb brushing the inside of my wrist. “You sure?”“Positive,” I

Chapter 4Olivia's POV “Are you sure about this?” Calvin asked, his voice husky.“Yes.” The word tumbled out, shaky but firm. My chest heaved, my skin prickling with heat. I had never felt more sure of anything in my life.Calvin’s eyes locked on mine, sharp and searching, as though he was giving me one last chance to back out. When I didn’t, something dark flickered across his face. He unbuckled his belt slowly, deliberately, the metallic clink echoing in the quiet room.My pulse jumped.He shoved his trousers down, and his cock sprang free—thick, heavy, and hard. My lips parted. I froze for a second, my heart hammering.“Calvin… oh my God,” I whispered, my voice trembling as my eyes widened.His smirk was pure arrogance. “Yeah. You see what you’ve been begging for?”Heat shot straight between my thighs. My mouth watered. I swallowed hard, my body buzzing with need. I should have felt guilty. Instead, all I felt was the electric hum of his hands still lingering on my skin and the un

Chapter Two Damien's POV “Tell me–” I never finished the sentence. Evelyn’s hands fisted in the front of my shirt and yanked me forward. Her mouth crashed into mine with a hunger that stole the air from my lungs.The kiss was nothing gentle. It was years of stolen glances and unspoken want exploding all at once. I groaned into her mouth, my hands finally – finally – finding her waist, pulling her flush against me.She made a low, needy sound and opened for me. I took it, kissing her deeper, tasting her, my tongue sliding against hers. My palms moved up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. She arched into my touch, fingers digging into my hair, tugging hard enough to make my scalp sting in the best way.God, she felt perfect.I broke the kiss only long enough to trail my mouth down her jaw, her throat, the exposed slope of her shoulder where the robe had already slipped. She tilted her head back, breath coming in shallow pants, fingers threading through my

Chapter four Damien's POV Panic flashed across Evelyn’s face as Samantha turned the knob. Her thighs clamped around my head, body tensing like a bowstring.I didn’t stop. If anything, the danger made me reckless. I lapped her faster, deeper, tongue pressing exactly where she needed it. Her juices were sweet against my tongue as I licked her cunt and reached up, freeing her clitoris from its hood, and sucking it in my mouth.She dug her nails into my shoulders, hard enough to leave marks, desperately trying to stay quiet while her hips rolled against my mouth.“Y-yes?” she called out, voice cracking halfway through.“I was just checking in,” Samantha said from the hallway without popping her head inside. “Did you see Damien? He wasn’t in bed when I woke up.”“No, I haven’t,” Evelyn lied smoothly, though her breath came in shallow bursts. “Maybe he went out for a walk.”Samantha hummed. “Alright. I’m making breakfast.”“Okay,” Evelyn managed, the word trembling as I sucked gently on