บททั้งหมดของ Her Dirty Pleasures: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

Elara's POVI’m on my back. Red silk beneath me, and a vampire lord between my legs. Bite marks already bleeding on my neck and thigh. His sharp nails draw a map on my body—one he intends to follow with his teeth. The claw drags between my breasts, over my ribs, across my stomach. “Stay still,” he says. His claw traces my inner thigh. “The more you squirm, the deeper I scratch.”“Then stop making me squirm,” I snap, but my hips rock off the silk anyway. His claw trails dangerously close to my pussy. The anticipation makes me clench around nothing.He suddenly bites my collarbone, and I gasp. His fangs puncture and withdraw in one motion. Pain flares hot and sharp—then the venom hits. The pain converts to a pulse of pleasure that radiates outward like a wave. He licks the blood clean with his cold tongue and moves lower to the swell of my breast. His fangs sink in and arch into his mouth. The venom melts the pain into heat that pools between my legs. He licks the wound sealed and m

Piper’s POVThe silk scarf is tied over my eyes so I can’t see a thing, and my bedroom window is wide open at midnight.I am either the bravest or the stupidest woman in this city.The letter from my stalker arrived yesterday with these instructions:Tuesday, at midnight, blindfold yourself with the silk scarf in your top drawer. Lie on the bed, and leave the window open. If you remove the blindfold before I give permission, I’ll disappear and you never hear from me again.The letters started as terrifying and became something else after the third letter, when he stopped describing my daily routine and started describing my sexual fantasies.He wrote things I’ve never said out loud. Things I’ve only thought about alone in this bed with my vibrator and the lights off.He wrote them like he’d pulled them directly from my brain and translated them into ink, and I came so hard after reading the letter.I should have called the cops. That’s the wisest and safest thing to do when you have a

Maren’s POVHarper is snoring on the couch with her mouth open and rosé on her chin, and her husband is standing in the kitchen doorway looking at me like I’m something he’s been starving for.I should not be here at 1am washing wine glasses in my best friend’s kitchen while her husband watches me from six feet away.But Craig; my husband fell asleep in his office at 9pm without saying goodnight, like every other night for the last fourteen months. And Harper invited me over for girls’ night.Now, Harper is unconscious on the couch and I’m alone with Theo.Theo, who’s six-two and built from hauling lumber all day. Whose forearms make me stare every summer at their backyard barbecues.My husband hasn’t touched me in fourteen months. Hasn’t kissed me in longer.I wore lingerie to bed three weeks ago and he asked me if I was cold. That’s the kind of invisible I am in my own marriage. A ghost who cooks dinner and sleeps on the left side of the bed and slowly disappears.Theo hasn’t moved

Maren’s POVWe just committed the worst betrayal of my life and my body is already asking for more.Theo hasn’t moved. He’s standing behind me, his hand on my lower back, both of us breathing hard. His cum is dripping from me onto his kitchen floor and neither of us is cleaning it up.“We should stop,” I say, still bent over the island, my cheek on the granite. My voice doesn’t sound like a woman who wants to stop.“Yeah,” he says, his hand sliding from my lower back down over my ass. “We should.”His hand doesn’t stop. It slides between my thighs from behind, his fingers dragging through the mess of his cum leaking from my pussy.Two fingers push back inside me through his own load and the wet, filthy sound of it in the quiet kitchen makes both of us groan.“You’re full of me,” he says, pumping his fingers slowly, his cum squelching around them. “Full of my cum in my kitchen. Do you know how fucked up that is?”“Yes,” I gasp, pushing back on his fingers. “I know exactly how fucked up

Zara’s POVHe pulls his shirt over his head, exposing broad chest, tight stomach, and V-lines I’ve pretended not to notice at every pool party for two years.He pushes his jeans and boxers down, and kicks them off. His cock is hard and pointing at me.I walk a slow circle around him, letting my eyes drag over every inch of him the way his camera dragged over me at that party.He stands still and lets me look because the rules say he doesn’t move unless I tell him. His obedience makes my pussy wet enough that I can feel it on my inner thighs.“Sit on the bed,” I say.He sits. I stand in front of him and reach behind my neck and unzip my dress slowly. I let it fall. I stand in nothing but my underwear.His cock twitches against his stomach and a sound comes out of him that’s not a word.“This is the body you turned into a joke,” I say, standing in front of him. “In that photo.”Something shifts in his face. The lust cracks and guilt bleeds through. For the first time since I’ve known hi