Lahat ng Kabanata ng Welcome To Sodom: Stories Of Depraved Desires : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Touch yourself (1)Charlotte's POV I’ve always been the careful twin, the one who colors inside every line while Lila paints the town in wild streaks of trouble. So when she sauntered into our apartment last week with Jax draped over her shoulder like a prize, I told myself to stay detached but one look at him and detachment became impossible.Jax was sin wrapped in muscle—broad shoulders, veined forearms, and a jawline sharp enough to cut glass. His storm-gray eyes held a quiet dominance that made my stomach tighten the moment they locked on mine. Lila giggled, already tipsy, introducing us with a sloppy wave. “This is my boring sister, Charlotte. Charlotte, meet Jax. He’s… fucking incredible in bed.”Heat flooded my face. Jax’s mouth curved into a slow, knowing smirk. “Nice to meet you, Charlotte.”That smirk haunted me for days. Lila brought him around constantly, laughing loud in the living room, her hands all over him while I pretended to study in the corner. But Jax’s heavy gaz

Tell me to stop, Ashley (1)Ashley's POV I had agreed to house-sit for my best friend Elena’s family while they vacationed in the mountains, thinking it would be a quiet week of lounging by their pool and catching up on unread books. Elena’s father, Mr. Harlan — or Daniel, as he insisted I call him now that we were both adults — had stayed behind due to work. I was twenty-two and responsible enough for the task, but the first evening already tested my composure. After a long day unpacking and settling in, I wandered downstairs in just an oversized t-shirt and thin cotton briefs, my hair still damp from the shower. The house was dark except for a soft glow coming from the study. Curiosity pulled me closer as I saw the door was slightly ajar.What I saw stopped me cold.Daniel sat in the large leather armchair, his head tilted back, and his eyes closed in raw vulnerability. His slacks were open, one strong hand wrapped around his thick, rigid shaft, stroking with slow pumps. The sigh

Beg Me Little Dove (1)Daisy's POVThe blindfold came off but my wrists were bound behind me with silk ties that felt too luxurious for a kidnapping. I blinked when the soft glow of the crystal lamp hit my eyes, my heart hammering wildly as the man who had taken me stepped into view.Rafe. That was the name his men had whispered with reverence and fear. He is a charismatic criminal leader, they called him the one who ruled the city’s shadows with a velvet smile and an iron fist. He was taller than I expected, broad-shouldered in a tailored black shirt unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a glimpse of smooth, tanned skin marked by a single silver scar along his clavicle. His eyes were a piercing hazel that seemed to drink in every detail of my disheveled state.“You’re Daisy,” he said, his voice smooth as aged whiskey, laced with an accent that hinted at distant shores. “And you’re here because your father owes me a rather large debt. Leverage, they call it but I don’t deal in terror, l

Ecstasy (1)Montana's POVI locked eyes with my target across the room, this assignment was supposed to be straightforward: seduce Viktor Kane, the rival nation’s most lethal shadow operative, then drain him of every valuable secret he held. The agency had picked me because I was good at this. I had a calculated charm, controlled desire and a clean extraction. But the second his obsidian gaze met mine, I felt the first crack in my armor.He stood at the far end of the polished bar like he belonged to the darkness itself, he was tall, powerfully built, with sharp cheekbones, tousled dark hair, and an intensity that made the air feel hard to breathe. When I approached in my emerald dress with its daring thigh-high slit, his lips curved into a slow, knowing smile.“A woman who walks like she owns the night,” he said, his voice smooth and low with a faint, unplaceable accent. “You need dangerous company tonight, Montana?”He already knew my name. Of course he did. We circled each other wi

Take Every Inch (1) River's POV The knock on my door came after midnight,, like it had every right to shatter the quietness I’d built for myself. I opened it still half-asleep, wearing nothing but a cropped tank and loose shorts, and there he stood—Maddox. My former foster brother. The boy I’d shared a roof with for two chaotic teenage years before the system ripped us apart. Now he was all man: taller, broader, inked from neck to knuckles in dark, jagged designs that told stories I didn’t dare ask about yet. Prison had carved the softness out of him, leaving sharp edges and a stare that pinned me in place. “River,” he said, “I heard you might need looking after. Some asshole from your past has been sniffing around and I’m here to make sure he doesn’t get close.” I hadn’t seen him in eight years and the last time, we’d been sixteen, sneaking glances in the hallway, both knowing the rules: foster siblings didn’t touch not like that. The spark had never died; it had just smoldered u