All Chapters of Sinful desires.: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

“Stella, we can’t…”I tried to pry her hands off my neck as she continued pressing hot, insistent kisses along my jaw and down my throat, sucking hard enough to leave blooming hickeys that would be impossible to hide tomorrow. Her body was warm and soft, pressed flush against mine under the thin sheets of the guest room bed. “But I want you,” she whispered, her voice husky with need. She snuggled even closer, one leg sliding over my hip, her breasts brushing my chest as she nipped at my earlobe. As much as my body screamed for her—cock already half-hard from her teasing—all I could see in my mind was her father’s hard, piercing stare from earlier that evening. Vincent. The man whose house we were staying in for the next week or two. She needs to stop tempting me. As if it wasn’t foolish enough, I had blurted out that stupid line during dinner: “Does doing her father count as manly?” The moment the words left my mouth, Vincent had looked at me like I’d lost my goddamn mind, his s

I sat awkwardly beside him on the couch he’d just been using to stroke himself. The air still smelled faintly of sex. I’d caught a brief, clear glimpse of his cock before he tucked it away and killed the television—long, thick, flushed dark, still heavy against his thigh. The image burned behind my eyes. Weird didn’t even cover it. Weird and hot, and the combination left me restless in my own skin.We sat in silence for a stretch. The only sound was his breathing, slower now but still deeper than normal, like he hadn’t fully come down yet.“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked. His voice was low, careful, clearly trying to ease the thick awkwardness between us.“Yes.”“What do you usually do when you can’t sleep?”I met his gaze. For a second too long my eyes dropped to his mouth before I forced them back up.“Jerk off,” I answered honestly. “Edge myself until I’m worn out.”His eyes darkened. He looked away and swallowed hard, the muscle in his throat working once.“I assume you do the same,”

“Dad wants us down in a minute. Breakfast is ready.”Stella pushed the guest-room door open just enough for her head to appear. The frown she gave me was small but sharp, the same one she’d worn since I walked out of the bathroom earlier. I finished buttoning my shirt and moved toward her. She didn’t wait. By the time I stepped into the hallway she was already halfway down the stairs.I followed.In the dining room she went straight to her father’s side and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Good morning, Dad.”“Morning.” Vincent’s reply was automatic. Then his eyes lifted and landed on me. For half a second pure panic flashed across his face—wide eyes, tight jaw—before he locked it down so fast I almost doubted I’d seen it. “Good morning.”The nervousness still lived in his voice. Fuck, I was nervous too.“Morning, sir.”“Good morning, family!” Stella’s mother swept into the room with a smile bright enough to cut through the tension. She looked around the set table with open eager

“Yes… please…”A deep moan spilled from my lips as I lay flat against the soft sheets. Vincent’s mouth worked over my nipple—sucking, biting, teasing it with his tongue like he was determined to pull every sound out of me. We were both each other’s first when it came to this, so the careful, almost curious way he touched me wasn’t surprising. After days of him trying to deny whatever this was between us, the tension had finally snapped. Once his wife and my girlfriend were out of the house. We had the place to ourselves, and now we were all over each other.“Please…” I arched off the bed, cock hard and neglected between us, aching for any real attention.“You’re so fucking sensitive,” he whispered, voice rough with wonder. “It’s driving me crazy.”He moved up to my ear—the one place that always undid me—and the second his breath ghosted over it I whimpered. When he sucked lightly on the lobe and scraped his teeth behind it, a broken sound tore out of me. I ground harder against the

Luca pov. “What are you doing here?” she snapped. Her arms shot up to cover her chest as she crossed her legs tightly, trying to hide as much of herself as possible. Only then did my eyes finally drag themselves back up to her face. I swallowed hard and dropped a hand over my cock—now fully, painfully hard—which I’d stupidly started to believe no longer reacted to women after everything with Vincent. “I—” I couldn’t tell her I’d come here to meet her husband. “Stella said you both weren’t home,” I managed, voice rough. “I thought… the shower in our room isn’t working. I figured I could use this one.” “The guest shower was working fine this morning,” she said slowly. Her gaze flicked downward again—just once—before snapping back to my face. The evidence of how hard I still was made the air between us even thicker. “And Stella left less than ten minutes ago. You followed her outside with the luggage.” Shit. I tightened my grip on myself, as if that could somehow make the situa