All Chapters of Her Dirty Pleasures: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Lisa’s POVThere’s no time to catch my breath. They're already repositioning me—Leo's hands on my hips, carrying me to sit on his thighs like I weigh nothing. My thighs are trembling, clit still pulsing with aftershocks, and he's already lining me up over his cock like he owns the right to my body.He does. They all do now."Look at this," Leo murmurs, dragging the head of his cock through my soaking folds. I whimper at the contact. "She's still dripping for more."Julian just watches, cock in hand, and shirt unbuttoned to reveal the pale, hard lines of his chest. "Tell me what you want, Maya. Use your words like a good girl."I swallow hard."I want…" I start, voice cracking. "I want to feel full again.""Full of what?" Elias asks. He's behind me now, and I feel the heat of his body before I feel his hands—one stroking down my spine, the other wrapping around my throat just enough to make my pulse jump. "Full of you," I breathe. "All of you. Please.""That's our girl," Sam says fr

Melissa's POVHe reaches down, takes my arm, and pulls me to my feet. Before I can steady myself, he's turned me around and bent me over the desk. His hand pushes my skirt up over my hips.His fingers slide through the mess he's made of my pussy, and I shudder at the contact. I'm so sensitive that even the lightest touch sends sparks of electricity through my entire body."So wet," he murmurs, lifting his hand to show me. "Look at what you've done to yourself."My cheeks burn, but I don't look away. His eyes hold mine with an intensity that makes my knees weak."Did you think one time would be enough?" He brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean. "I've been waiting years for this, Melissa. I'm not done with you yet."Years.The word hits me like a physical blow. "What do you mean, years?"He smiles, and there's something dangerous in it. "You think I haven't noticed you watching me? The way you've been looking at me since you turned eighteen?" He steps closer, forcing me b

Gina's POVThe church was empty now—the last of the congregation had trickled out twenty minutes ago, their goodbyes and see-you-Sundays fading into the parking lot.Wednesday night service was over. The lights were dimmed to that soft, golden glow that always made the stained glass look like it was on fire.And Silas was still at the piano.He was the new worship leader. Twenty-five, tall, with dark hair that always looked a little messy, like he'd just run his hands through it.Under that crisp black shirt and polished shoes, I knew there were tattoos—I'd caught glimpses when his sleeves rode up during rehearsal.Everyone else saw the good Christian boy who sang like an angel, who led worship like he was actually talking to God.I saw something else every time he looked at me. And he'd been looking at me all night.I told myself I was only staying to put the hymnals away.That was a lie.My hands were shaking as I stacked the last few books. When I finally glanced toward the piano a

Gina's POVSilas doesn't move.Instead, his hand clamps over my mouth, the calloused palm pressing against my lips so hard I taste salt and copper. His other hand grips my hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh, holding me impossibly still against the altar.My entire body trembles beneath him, but it's not just fear. It's the thick, heavy heat of him still buried inside me, still pulsing. I can feel the first drops of his seed already beginning to leak around his shaft, slick and shameful against my thighs.My father is getting closer. Keys jangle in his hand. Then the soft creak of floorboards as he moves down the center aisle.Silas leans down until his mouth brushes my ear. His breath is hot, controlled. Not a whisper of panic in it."Stay quiet."He starts moving again. I nearly scream against his palm. He drags himself almost all the way out, leaving just the head inside, then sinks back in.The stretch is still intense—my body hasn't had time to recover from the first brutal

Nova's POVI almost get the living-room door shut in his face.Daniel; my ex, shoves his foot in the gap and pushes hard enough that I stumble back. He follows me straight into the apartment, and into my bedroom like he still owns the place. The door clicks shut behind him. My computer glows softly on the desk, the only light in the room besides the streetlamp bleeding through the blinds. I’m pretty sure I turned it off."You can't just show up." My voice comes out tighter than I want."You won't answer my calls." He spreads his hands like he's the reasonable one. "Five months, Nova. I fucked up. I know I fucked up. But you're really going to throw everything away over one mistake?""One mistake?" I laugh once. "You slept with her for three months. That's not a mistake."His jaw tightens. He steps closer. I step back and hit the edge of the desk. The computer hums behind me."I still love you," he says."I don't care."He suddenly reaches for my face, and grabs my jaw anyway and kis