All Chapters of SIN:BATION — 20 DADDIES SECRET: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

The next morning, I avoided him. I took a different route to class, walking through the humanities building instead of the science block. I ate lunch in the library, hiding in a corner booth where no one could find me. I ignored Chloe's texts asking where I was, telling her I had a headache. I told myself it was a one-time thing. I was different from other girls. I wasn't going to become another story whispered in dorm rooms. I wasn't going to be the one waiting by her phone, hoping he'd text. Three agonizing days slowly passed. I thought I had escaped. I thought I had buried it deep enough that it wouldn't resurface. Then I walked into the laundry room in my dorm basement, and he was there. Jake Morrison, leaning against the dryer, his arms crossed, his eyes fixed on me like he had been waiting. He was wearing a gray hoodie, the hood up, his hands shoved into his pockets. He looked like he hadn't slept. "Ava." he said, his voice quiet but intense. I stopped. My heart slamme

Instead of answering, I reached for her, my hands finding the hem of her skirt, pushing it slowly up her thighs, feeling the silkiness of her skin heat up under my touch. My hands slid higher, expecting fabric, but finding nothing but bare, velvety skin. She wasn't wearing panties. The discovery made my breath catch as my fingers brushed against her center, feeling the slick, sticky wetness already soaking her inner thighs. I let out a low curse. Slowly, agonizingly, I slid just the tip of two fingers inside her, and she gasped loudly, her hips jerking upward against my hand. "Ahh, fuck,” she moaned softly, her head tilting back against the elevator wall. She was incredibly tight, her hot, slick walls clenching tightly around my fingers the moment I slid deeper. I began to finger her slowly, sliding in and out in a deliberate, pooling rhythm, listening to the quiet, wet sounds of her own moisture coating my hand. Every touch made her stretch, her body slick and desperate. She

Story 2Maggie's POV"Just relax your hips, Maggie, and keep your breathing steady while I adjust this screen," Dr. Adrian Croft murmured, his voice smooth and clinical as the sharp slide of a canvas curtain cut the examination room completely in half."Is this really necessary, Doctor?" my husband, Mark, asked from the other side of the fabric, his voice slightly muffled but close enough that I could hear him shifting anxiously in his chair. "I thought I'd be able to hold her hand during the procedure.""It's purely for sterile protocol during this specific fertility alignment, Mark," Dr. Adrian replied smoothly, though his dark eyes locked onto mine with a sudden, predatory intensity as he stepped into my half of the divided room. "Any dust or outside interference can disrupt the pelvic reading, so I need to keep this side completely isolated, but you can talk to her the entire time.""Okay, if you say so," Mark sighed, the sound of his knuckles cracking behind the thick curtain mak

"Hey! Can you step backward a bit, please?""You’re pushing me," I gasped, my chest pressing hard against the cold metal guardrail. "Stop, please. I can't move.""I can't help it," a deep voice groaned right behind me. "The whole crowd from the main stage just surged. Hold on."I tried to twist my head, but the sea of people slammed forward again. Maybe I should have just stayed at home, because what the actual fuck brought me to this carnival was what I couldn't tell. The scent of rain, funnel cake, and pure male sweat hit my nose as a massive bass line dropped from the speakers overhead, vibrating straight through the dirt and into my sneakers."I can't breathe," I whispered, my ribs straining against my crop top. "Seriously? Do something!" I screamed in discomfort."Okay, I’ve got you," the guy right behind me said.Two big, warm hands clamped onto my hips and he pulled me backward, using his own back to shield me from the crushing weight of the crowd. The change was instant. I fel

Two days later, my heart was practically leaping out of my chest as I walked down the street toward the school’s contracted tailor shop, my hands squeezing the straps of my backpack because the reality of finally making the varsity cheer squad had kept me grinning for forty-eight hours straight.The shop was busy when I pushed the glass door open, and several other girls from the junior varsity team were already standing around the cutting tables while a bell chimed overhead to signal my arrival."Take a seat over there, Chloe, and wait until I'm finished with the others," a deep, gruff voice called out from the back of the room, belonging to Mr. Harrison, the senior tailor who had been styling the school’s athletic uniforms for over twenty-five years.He was a graying, stern-faced man in his late fifties with a tape measure draped around his neck, and his cold, calculating eyes lingered on me for a second too long before he turned back to pin a sleeve for one of the other girls."Oka