Semua Bab Irresistible Sins (An erotica collection): Bab 81 - Bab 90

The lecture hall smelled of old wood and chalk dust, the kind of scent that clung to centuries of whispered secrets. It was well past midnight, and the entire building was dark except for the faint emergency lights glowing along the aisles. Rain still tapped against the tall windows, but inside, the only sound was our hurried breathing and the soft click of the side door locking behind us.Elias had pulled me here straight from his office, my legs still shaky from the desk, his cum still warm and sticky between my thighs. My black cocktail dress was wrinkled, hair messy from his hands, but I didn’t care. The risk made everything sharper.He didn’t bother with the lights. Instead, he guided me down the center aisle toward the raised stage where he usually lectured, his big hand firm on the small of my back. When we reached the front, he spun me around and lifted me onto the wide wooden lectern, my ass perched on the edge where he normally stood to command the room.“Spread your legs fo

I’ve been having this dream for three weeks. Same dream. Same man. Same hands wrapped around my thighs like he owns them, like he’s always owned them and I just didn’t get the memo until now. I know it’s wrong. I know every single time I close my eyes and find him there, it’s wrong. He’s my mother’s boyfriend. He sleeps down the hall from me. He eats breakfast at our table and laughs at my mother’s jokes and has absolutely no idea that her daughter goes to bed every night thinking about what his hands would feel like on her skin. Or maybe he does. I don’t know anymore. All I know is the dream. It starts with his voice. “Come here.” Just that. Two words and my whole body responds like it’s been waiting for the command. In the dream I’m already in bed, nightgown thin and white, hair loose around my shoulders, and he’s standing at the foot of the mattress looking at me like I’m something he’s been patient about for a very long time. Zane is not an ugly man. That’s the problem. He

I’m still shaking when he lifts his head. He looks at me like he’s satisfied with himself. Like he just solved a puzzle he’s been thinking about for a long time and the answer was exactly what he expected. His fingers slide out of me slowly and I feel the loss of them immediately, my walls clenching around nothing, my body already greedy for more. He raises his hand and I watch him, heart in my throat, as he puts those two fingers in his mouth and sucks them clean. I nearly died. “Zane.” My voice is still wrecked. “What are you doing?” “You taste good.” He says it the same way someone would comment on the weather. Completely casual. Completely unbothered. Like he didn’t just finger me to orgasm while I pulled his hair and screamed his name loud enough to wake the neighbors. I sit up. Something has shifted in my chest, not fear exactly, not hesitation. More like a decision snapping into place. I’ve been dreaming about this man for three weeks. I just came twice in the spa

I don’t know how long we stay like that.Him behind me, both of us breathing like we’ve been underwater. His arm is draped over my waist, heavy and warm, and his face is pressed into the back of my neck and neither of us is moving or speaking or doing anything that requires being a functional adult.The ceiling fan turns slowly above us.Somewhere outside a car passes.Normal world. Normal morning. Completely unaware that I just let my mother’s boyfriend wreck me six ways in my childhood bedroom while she’s at work filing reports or making coffee or doing literally anything except knowing what her daughter just did.I close my eyes.“Hey.” His voice is quiet. Still rough at the edges. His arm tightens slightly around my waist. “Where’d you go?”“Nowhere.” I stare at the wall. “Still here.”He’s quiet for a moment. Then he presses his lips to the back of my neck, slow and soft, nothing like the way his mouth was moving an hour ago. This is different. Gentler. It makes something in my c

I change my underwear first.That feels important. Like a small act of damage control in a situation that is rapidly spiraling beyond any control at all. Fresh underwear, clean shorts, a top that is absolutely not chosen because it fits well. I pull my hair up, splash cold water on my face, and give myself a very firm talking to in the bathroom mirror.He is Kai’s best friend.He has called me little sis for five years.You did not just finger yourself thinking about his cock and you are going to walk downstairs and be a completely normal human being.I walk downstairs.Edmund is on the couch.He’s in grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt, hair still damp from my shower, legs spread, phone in his hand. Completely relaxed. Completely unbothered. Like he didn’t just give me a full show twenty minutes ago through a clear glass door.I go to the kitchen without looking at him.“Kai’s not back yet,” he says without looking up from his phone.“I know.”“Didn’t know you were home.”“I know.”I