Todos os capítulos de Sinful Desires: Spicy Short Stories : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Gabriella Derek had vanished again on another "emergency" business trip before I woke up and I couldn't bring myself to give a damn.If this was last week, I was sure I'd be depressed and doing everything in my power to please him. But not anymore. My marriage was a hollow shell, and the triplets had already filled the void with something far more better.They had texted me a single command that morning: ‘Study. 3 PM. Bring nothing but yourself.’I had been to their house a handful of times so I knew my way around. I arrived early, my heart thudding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. The study greeted me with its familiar atmosphere… heavy with the aroma of old leather and polished mahogany. Elden was there first, a dark silhouette against the massive oak desk. He didn't speak to me, he simply watched me with eyes that promised to both ruin me and save me. Brent and Arden entered a moment later, their movements synchronized and clinical as they set up a sleek black laptop and

GabriellaThe gavel didn’t make a loud sound when it hit the wooden block, but to me, it sounded like a building collapsing. Or maybe it was just the sound of my old life finally hitting the floor.It was over. The marriage that had been my entire world, the one I’d bled and cried for, was officially a pile of signed papers and legal jargon.I sat at the mahogany table, my back straight and my chin tilted just high enough to let the world know I wasn't the one who had lost. Beside me, Elden, Arden, and Brent were a wall of expensive suits and cold, calculated triumph.They hadn't just been my lawyers; they had been my architects. They had taken the ruins of my dignity and built a fortress.Derek sat across the aisle, and for the first time in years, he looked small. He looked like a man who had realized too late that the woman he’d been stepping on was the only thing keeping his head above water.He lost everything. Half of his assets, the investments, the stocks and the house. My hou

ChelseyI’m bent over my desk, eyes glazed as I pretend to organize tomorrow’s schedule, but the letters on the screen are a blur. In my mind, I’m back in that familiar, unprofessional and illicit loop, imagining Mr. Callahan’s cock with a clarity that makes my breath hitch.God, it’s all I can think about these days. I can see it so clearly… thick at the base, veined like twisted ropes running up the heavy shaft, flaring out into a broad, mushroom-shaped head. It would be a deep, flushed crimson, almost purple when he’s fully hard and pulsing with a need he’d never admit to. The skin would feel like heated silk over an iron core, warm and frantic under my palms, with that slight upward curve that was just designed to hook into every sensitive, hidden spot inside my pussy.I picture wrapping my lips around that velvet heat, the sharp, salty tang of his skin hitting my tongue like an electric shock. I would swirl my tongue around the slit of his cock, lapping up the thick bead of

ChelseyHe tilts his head, a ghost of a smirk finally playing on his lips. It’s the first real crack in that frigid facade, and it makes my stomach flip. "You're not fooling anyone. The skirts. The blouses. The way you arch your back when you know I'm watching. It's been... noticeable."I blush deeper, heat blooming across my skin like wildfire. My breath comes in short, shallow pants. "Sir, I didn't—I mean, I just—""Stand up," he commands. It's soft, but there is absolute steel beneath it.I obey on shaky legs, pushing back my chair. He steps around, positioning himself behind me, and gently but firmly turns me by the shoulders to face the desk. "So we can both see the screen," he explains, his voice neutral as if this is just a routine review.But then he presses in close. His chest brushes my back, and the hard length of his cock, thick and already straining against his slacks, nestles perfectly against the curve of my ass.I gasp, my hands gripping the edge of the desk for sup

Chelsey My body is still trembling from the orgasm when Julian pulls out of my pussy with a wet pop. The sound echoes slightly in the quiet room—a slick, intimate noise that makes my skin flush even hotter.I feel his cum trickling down my thighs, warm and sticky. It is a slow, teasing slide, leaving trails of wetness that cool in the air, reminding me of how thoroughly he’s filled me.Fuck—He doesn’t give me a second to catch my breath. His hands grip my hips, and he flips me onto my back like I weigh nothing.The sudden movement makes the world spin for a moment, my limbs flailing briefly before settling. The desk is hard under me, but I don’t care.The wood presses into my shoulder blades and spine, painful and yet cool against my heated skin; the discomfort only heightens my arousal.My legs fall open instinctively, and he kneels between them, his eyes locked on mine.His gaze is intense, possessive, scanning my body as if memorizing every curve."Look at you," he says, his voic