All Chapters of SIN:BATION — 20 DADDIES SECRET: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Teased:The morning route was quieter than usual. Most of the male students had already gotten off at the usual bus stop.Only three girls remained seated near the back, whispering and giggling among themselves.They looked young…barely 18, fresh-faced college freshmen. And I noted their names whenever they called each other. One was Riley, Chloe and the other Harper.Riley was a petite blonde with a cheerleader’s waist, perky B-cup breasts, and long legs. Chloe had wavy dark hair, soft curves, and full lips that always seemed to be smiling mischievously. Harper was the boldest, with shoulder-length auburn hair, athletic build, and a confident way of carrying herself that made her C-cup breasts stand out in her fitted top.I knew exactly why they had stayed. Sophie and Ava must have told them about me or my taste. The way they kept glancing at me in the rearview mirror, biting their lips and crossing their legs, confirmed it.I pulled into the usual secluded service lot behind the

I was home alone on Thursday afternoon, wearing nothing but an oversized tank top and tiny cotton shorts that barely covered my ass. My husband, David, was at work and wouldn’t be back for hours. The house was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner. I’d just poured myself a glass of iced tea when the doorbell rang.I peeked through the window and saw him; the delivery guy.He was tall, broad-shouldered, with muscular arms straining against his tight navy uniform shirt. His name tag read “Ryan.” He had dark hair, a strong jaw, and a hint of stubble that made him dangerously attractive. He was holding a large package for the new furniture we’d ordered.I opened the door, suddenly very aware of how little I was wearing. My nipples were already faintly visible through the thin fabric.“Delivery for David and Sarah Thompson?” Ryan asked, his deep voice sending a little shiver down my spine. His eyes flicked down my body for just a second before snapping back to my face, poli

The wind blowing off the ocean was warm. It carried the thick, salty smell of the sea. The waves crashed against the shore with a steady, heavy rhythm. The sun was going down, painting the sky in deep shades of orange and purple. Farther up the beach, near the edge of the tall trees, a small wooden beach house sat in the dark shadows. We sat in a circle on the soft, dry sand. The fire we built was crackling. It threw bright orange light across our faces. There were four of us: Mark, Liam, Rita, and me—Jasmine. We all went to the same college. All attended the Same halls for lecture, Same classrooms. But tonight didn’t feel like that at all. Tonight felt like a different world. We had been drinking rum for hours. Laughing too loudly. Talking too much. Now the silence between us felt heavier than the noise before it. I didn’t even realize I was staring until Rita nudged my leg lightly.“You’re doing it again,” she whispered. “Doing what?” I asked.“Staring at him.” My eyes flick

The beach house became completely quiet for a moment. Suddenly, the front door rattled. Liam and Rita had given up searching blindly outside. "Time is up!" Liam yelled out from the middle of the room. I heard the sharp sound of fabric tearing away. He pulled the thick black cloth off his face. The dim orange light from the bonfire outside flickered through the windows. "Mark! Jasmine! Come out, please. We are tired of looking for you," Rita said, her voice closer now. She pulled her blindfold down around her neck, blinking against the shadows. "Seriously, Liam. Where did they go?" A soft rustling sound came from behind the big sofa in the corner. Then, the sound of our heavy, ragged breathing broke the silence. The back of the couch moved slightly. First came Mark. His shirt was completely unbuttoned, his chest covered in sweat and shining in the dim light. Right behind him, I slid out from the narrow gap. My hair was a wild mess, my skirt was twisted up around my waist, and my li

I stood in the doorway, arms crossed under my breasts, watching as the carpenter knelt beside my antique bed. His name was Lucas…a tall, broad-shouldered man in his early thirties with strong, calloused hands, a fitted gray t-shirt stretched across his muscular back, and faded jeans that hugged his powerful thighs. His dark hair was slightly messy from working, and sweat glistened on his tanned arms.My bed stand had been wobbling for weeks, the wooden frame creaking every time I moved. I had called the local handyman service out of frustration, but I hadn’t expected someone like him to show up.“Should be an easy fix,” Lucas said, his deep, slightly raspy voice filling the quiet room. He tightened a bolt with a wrench, his biceps flexing visibly. “The joints are loose. I’ll reinforce them and make sure it’s sturdy again.”I leaned against the doorframe, my thin white tank top clinging to my body and my short denim shorts riding up my thighs. “Take your time,” I said softly, a small