All Chapters of THE ART OF SINS: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Knocked Up by My Bodyguard Chapter 2: After They’re Gone The rain was still coming down hard when Damian finally pulled out of me in the hallway. My legs were shaking so badly I had to lean against the wall. His cum was already leaking down my thighs in thick, warm trails. I could still feel the stretch of him inside me, the way his cock had pulsed as he flooded my womb while we listened to the men outside. He didn’t say anything at first. He just looked at me in the dim red glow of the exit sign — eyes dark, jaw tight, chest rising and falling. Then he grabbed my hand and led me down the short hallway to the small bedroom at the back of the safehouse. The room was barely furnished. A metal-framed bed with a thin mattress, a single nightstand, and blackout curtains over the tiny window. It smelled like dust and rain and the faint metallic scent of the reinforced door. Damian closed the door behind us and locked it. “On the bed,” he said, voice rough. “On your back. Legs open. I

Bred by the Vampire Lord Chapter 1: The Auction Block I stood on the cold stone platform under harsh red lights, wrists bound in front of me with heavy silver chains that burned faintly against my skin. The auctioneer’s voice echoed through the underground hall like smoke. “Lot forty-seven. Human female, twenty-one years old, untouched blood, rare O-negative with a trace of hunter lineage. Extremely potent. Bidding starts at fifty thousand.” The room was packed with vampires. Pale faces. Glowing eyes. The air thick with hunger and money. I kept my head down, heart hammering so hard I was sure they could hear it. My family had hunted their kind for generations. Now I was the one being sold. Bids flew fast. “Seventy-five.” “One hundred.” “Two hundred and fifty.” I clenched my fists, trying not to shake. This was it. I was going to die here, drained by some ancient monster who would treat me like a wine bottle. Then a voice cut through everything. Deep. Cold. Commanding. “One

Chapter 3: The CourtI woke to the feeling of Lucian’s tongue between my legs.The silk sheets were cool against my skin, but his mouth was hot and demanding. My thighs were already spread wide, one of his hands pinning my hip to the bed while the other held my wrist above my head. He licked slow, deliberate stripes through my folds, tasting the mess he had left inside me the night before.I moaned, hips lifting toward his mouth before I was even fully awake.“Good morning, little one,” he murmured against my pussy, the vibration making me shiver. His fangs grazed my inner thigh, not breaking skin yet. “You’re still so full of me. I can taste myself on you.”He pushed two fingers inside me and curled them, finding that spot instantly. I came with a broken cry, back arching off the bed. Lucian didn’t stop. He kept licking and sucking through my orgasm until I was shaking and trying to close my thighs around his head.When he finally rose up, his lips were shiny and his eyes were glowin

Sinful Steps: Claimed by My Stepbrother The front door slammed behind me as I dropped my heavy suitcase in the hallway, the cool air of the big house hitting my skin after the long drive. College break was supposed to be relaxing, but the second I stepped inside I felt that familiar tension coil low in my belly. There he was. Jax. My stepbrother. Lounging on the massive leather couch in nothing but gray sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips, showing the sharp V of his abs and the outline of his cock resting thick against his thigh. He looked up from his phone, those piercing green eyes locking onto me instantly, raking down my body like he owned it. Tight tank top clinging to my tits from the heat, short denim shorts barely covering my ass. I’d worn them on purpose. “Welcome home, little sis,” he drawled, voice deep and lazy, but his gaze burned. “Missed you.” I swallowed hard, heat flooding between my legs already. We weren’t blood related. My mom married his dad two y

Sinful Steps: Claimed by My StepbrotherChapter 3The house had gone quiet after midnight, but my body was still buzzing from the load Jax had pumped into me earlier. I lay in my bed for what felt like hours, listening to the faint creak of the floorboards and the distant hum of the AC. My pussy throbbed with leftover need, slick with his dried cum and my own juices. Finally, I slipped out of bed wearing only a tiny tank top and nothing underneath. The hallway was dark as I crept toward his room, heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my clit.His door was already cracked open. The second I stepped inside, Jax pulled me in and locked it with a soft click. He was naked, cock fully hard and pointing straight up, thick and veined. Without a word he pushed me against the wall, dropping to his knees and burying his face between my legs. His tongue licked long and slow through my folds, tasting the mess he’d left earlier.“Still so fucking wet for your stepbrother,” he murmured, voice lo