All Chapters of SIN:BATION — 20 DADDIES SECRET: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

2: Riding himLucas’ green eyes darkened with raw, unrestrained lust as he looked down at me, still seated on the edge of the bed. His breathing was ragged, his chest rising and falling heavily under his tight gray t-shirt. The bulge in his jeans was unmistakable now…thick and straining against the denim.“Then do it,” I had whispered.That was all it took.Lucas groaned deeply, a sound of surrender mixed with pure hunger. He grabbed my waist and pulled me up into a fierce kiss. His mouth claimed mine with desperate urgency, his tongue sliding against mine as his hands roamed down my body. He squeezed my ass hard, lifting me effortlessly as my legs wrapped around his waist. I could feel his thick cock pressing against my core through our clothes, hot and throbbing.“Fuck, Sarah,” he growled against my lips, biting my lower lip. “You’ve been teasing me for the last twenty minutes. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for days.”He carried me to the bed and laid me down, his b

4: Fucked relentlessly.Lucas’s control finally snapped.The vibrator was still buzzing inside me, my fingers rubbing my clit as I moaned his name. His green eyes were dark with lust, his breathing ragged as he stood over me, my hands clenched at his sides.“Fuck it,” he growled, reaching down and pulling the vibrator out of me with a wet pop. He tossed it aside and replaced it with two thick fingers, thrusting them deep inside my soaked pussy. I cried out, my back arching as he curled them against my G-spot, pumping them fast and hard.“God, you’re so fucking wet,” he groaned, his fingers plunging in and out of me with filthy, wet sounds. “This tight little cunt has been teasing me for days.”I moaned loudly, my hips rolling to meet his thrusts. “Yes… fuck me with your fingers, Lucas. Harder!”He added a third finger, stretching me wider as he fucked me relentlessly. His thumb rubbed my clit in fast circles, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I came hard, screaming his nam

The glowing screen of my phone lit up the dark corner of my hostel room at exactly 5:00 PM. I crawled across the mattress to reach it, but my breath caught in my throat when I saw a message from an unknown number.“Make sure you wear something that shows off those curves tonight, Sharon, and don't even think about being late because every single minute you keep me waiting has a very specific price you'll have to pay at the back of the lab.” — Xavier Vance.My fingers froze against the cool glass as a sudden, violent heat rushed from my stomach straight to my cheeks, and the words felt entirely too loud in the quiet room. I sat up straight and stared at the text over and over again. My mind raced with confusion as to how he got my private line, and the sheer arrogance of the text made my blood boil with intense anger, but it also caused a strange, nervous flutter that I hated myself for feeling.I threw the phone face down onto the blanket and walked over to my desk to grab my chemistr

The morning sun hit the peeling paint of the bus stop bench, but I couldn’t care less about the view because my focus was on the crumpled flyer in my hands and the sheer desperation clawing at my throat. I needed this job more than I needed my next breath, especially since my landlord had already made it clear that if the rent wasn’t paid by Friday, my bags would be on the sidewalk, which meant I had to play my cards exactly right this time.As the bus finally sputtered to a halt in front of the massive, imposing iron gates of the Harrison estate, my stomach did a nervous flip, and I took a deep breath to steady my shaking hands before smoothing down my only decent skirt and stepping off into the pristine, manicured world of the wealthy. The walk up the winding gravel driveway felt like an eternity as each step echoed loudly in the quiet suburban air, and by the time I reached the massive mahogany front door, my heart was hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I pressed the

When I finally stood up from the nursery floor, the room felt small and suffocating because the image of him on that screen was burned into the back of my eyelids, and no matter how many times I shook my head or tried to focus on my surroundings, my brain simply refused to forget what I saw. I carefully walked over to the crib and laid Maya down, noting with a small sigh of relief that the child was already fast asleep again, oblivious to the chaotic storm raging inside her new babysitter's chest. I leaned against the wooden railing of the crib, trying to force my breathing to slow down and steady my racing pulse, yet every time the house made a slight creaking sound, my entire body went rigid with the terrifying anticipation of facing him. I knew I still had to tell him what the baby needed for the week because hiding in the nursery forever wouldn't solve the inventory issue, but the mere thought of looking into his eyes after spying on his most intimate moment made a wave of in