All Chapters of Dirty Pretty Things: Tales of taboo temptations: Chapter 81 - Chapter 88

Chapter 7 Leo’s POVThe bell above the door gave a soft, cheap little chime when we walked in, and just like that my brain short-circuited.Cody’s hand stayed heavy and sure on the back of my neck, steering me forward like he owned the place. Or maybe like he owned me. My stomach flipped hard.I had never been inside a place like this before. Not once. Only saw it in visuals.The air smelled faintly of leather and something sweet and artificial, and the lighting was low enough that everything felt a little unreal. Shelves of bright packaging stretched out in every direction – dildos in every color and size, rows of plugs, cuffs, bottles of lube with names that made my ears burn just reading them.My sweatpants were still soft against my skin, but every step reminded me how empty and used I still felt from the office. Cody had cleaned me up just enough to be decent, but I could still feel the faint slickness between my cheeks, the lingering ache. And now we were standing under fluore

Chapter 9Cody's POV I clenched my jaw tight, breath going fucking erratic at the sight in front of me.I’d only walked into the kitchen for a glass of water after a long day at work. The second I heard the soft, wet sounds and Leo’s strained little voice, I froze in the doorway.“Baby… slow down… please…”Leo stood with his back to me, bent slightly over the counter in nothing but one of my old T-shirts. The hem barely covered the tops of his thighs. He looked soft and used and still a little sleep-rumpled from the night before. One hand braced on the marble; the other was moving between his legs in slow, deliberate circles.My cock twitched hard against my zipper.I set my keys down without a sound and leaned against the doorframe, watching. Something dark and possessive unfurled low in my gut. He was using one of the toys we’d bought. Without me. While I was at work. The thought should have made me angry. Instead it made me so fucking hard I had to adjust myself.“Leo.”He jolted

Chapter 1Lila's POV “Christ, Lila… look at you,” Cole growled against me, his voice rough and low. “This perfect, thick ass. These soft thighs. Damn, you’re dripping down my chin and I haven’t even gotten my tongue inside you yet.”My fingers dug into the cool edge of the marble island, knuckles whitening as another filthy wave of praise rolled over me. My fiancé, Damtel, was right upstairs talking to his client over the phone about some contracts and deadlines while his older brother had me bent over the kitchen island like I was the only thing on the menu.Cole’s hands were massive. They spanned the full width of my hips, thumbs pressing deep into the soft give of my flesh as he spread me open wider. I could feel the heat of his breath against my most intimate skin, the wet drag of his tongue as he licked a slow, deliberate stripe from my clit all the way back. “Hmm…” A helpless sound escaped my throat. I bit down hard on my lower lip to kill it.This is wrong. This is so fucking

Chapter 3Lila's POV The family dinner three nights later felt like walking into a trap I had already set for myself.Damtel’s parents’ dining room was warm with the smell of roasted chicken and rosemary, the table crowded the way it always was on Sundays. I sat between Damtel and his mother, a forced smile in place, while Cole occupied the chair directly across from me. He hadn’t looked away once since I walked in.My body still remembered the text from that night. *Leave the door unlocked tonight. Damtel’s working late. I’m not finished with that body.*I had left it locked. I had showered until my skin turned pink and climbed into bed alone, phone face-down on the nightstand. Cole never showed up. He never texted again. The silence had been almost worse than if he had come.Now he sat there in a black button-down with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, dark eyes steady on me while Damtel talked about a new client and his mother passed the potatoes. Every time I shifted in my seat