Todos los capítulos de Sinful Semester(Dripping College Desires): Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Lilith’s PovI didn’t leave.My feet stayed planted on the soft carpet while Joe and Vivian watched me like I was the only thing in the room that mattered. The camera light still blinked red on the nightstand. My pulse was so loud in my ears I could barely hear my own breathing.Vivian stepped closer first. She was still wearing the pink handcuffs, wrists resting loosely in front of her. Her naked body looked soft and flushed and completely unashamed. She reached up and cupped my face with both cuffed hands, thumbs stroking my cheeks.“You’re shaking,” she whispered. “It’s okay. We can go slow.”Joe moved behind me. I felt the heat of his bare chest against my back even through my blouse. His hands settled on my hips, not pushing, just holding. The hard length of him pressed against the curve of my ass.“Tell us to stop and we stop,” he said against my ear. “But if you stay… you’re ours tonight.”I should have said stop. Instead I made a broken little sound that was almost a yes.Vivi

Lilith’s PovThree days later Joe and Vivian invited my parents over for dinner.I almost said no the moment the idea left Vivian’s mouth. Sitting across from my father while the man he considered his closest friend had been inside me the night before felt like a special kind of dangerous. But Vivian only smiled, kissed the corner of my mouth, and placed a small black box in my hand after lunch.“Wear this tonight under your dress. The remote stays with me.”Inside was a slim, curved vibrator designed to sit against my clit and rest just inside me at the same time. It was quiet, powerful, and the same soft pink as the handcuffs they liked to use on me. I stared at it for a long time before I finally cleaned it, applied a little lube, and worked it into place. The moment it settled against my clit I knew the evening was going to be difficult.I chose a modest midi dress with a higher neckline and soft fabric that wouldn’t cling. No one looking at me would guess what I was wearing under

Victoria’s Pov I couldn’t sleep that night. I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling for hours. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the man dropping in the alley and the calm way Matteo had looked at me after. My wrists still ached from the zip ties. The room was quiet except for the low hum of the air system and the soft red light of the camera in the corner. There was a small window high on the wall, too narrow for anyone to climb through and too high to reach properly. I still tried. I dragged the chair over, stood on it, and pulled at the frame until my fingers hurt. It didn’t move. Around midnight I went to the door and tested the handle even though I already knew it was locked. I stood there with my forehead against the wood for a long time, listening. Nothing. No footsteps. No voices. Just the heavy quiet of a place that had swallowed me whole. I went back to the bed and curled up on top of the covers. My mind kept drifting to my family. By now my brother would have noticed

Victoria’s Pov The woman stopped right in front of us, eyes burning as she looked me up and down like I was something she wanted to scrape off her shoe. She let out a sharp, ugly laugh. “Oh my fucking goodness. Such a fucking downgrade.” Her voice was loud enough that nearby conversations dipped. “I mean, yeah, she’s pretty, but not prettier than me. Nobody is fucking prettier than me. What does she give you that I don’t give you? Like what exactly?” Kai’s expression stayed controlled. “Bianca. You would not want to create a scene here.” She ignored him completely and turned her attention to Matteo. “Oh, Matteo, you’re here too. So you just stood by and watched your brother dump me? And now this? How many weeks has it been? You’ve all moved on that fast?” She threw her hands up, rings flashing under the lights. “After everything. After the family partnership talks, after everything our parents put together, this is what I get? I’m not going to allow it.” She swung back towa

Victoria’s Pov I stayed under the shower longer than I needed to. The water was hot enough to turn my skin pink, and I still couldn’t get the night out of my head. Kai’s hand on my waist. Matteo’s stare when his brother said those words. Our girlfriend. I kept turning it over like if I looked at it from another angle it would make sense. It didn’t. They had taken me off the street. They had listened while I lied to my brother. They had made it clear my family stayed alive only if I behaved. And then Kai stood in a room full of people and talked like I belonged to both of them. I shut the water off and stood there dripping, arms wrapped around myself. When I finally stepped out, I dried off and went to the wardrobe for something to sleep in. The clothes had multiplied. There were more shirts, more soft pants, even a robe that hadn’t been there that morning. I stared at the hangers for a long second and felt something sink in my chest. They were not planning to let me go. Not soon.