All Chapters of THE ART OF SINS: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Sinful Steps: Claimed by My Stepbrother Chapter 4 The next night the house felt charged, like the air itself knew what we were about to do. Our parents had gone to bed early after a long day, their bedroom door firmly shut at the end of the hall. I waited in my room until the clock hit one, then slipped out again wearing nothing but a loose silk robe that barely reached my thighs. My pussy was already soaked, aching from the constant teasing thoughts of Jax claiming every part of me. His door opened before I even knocked. He pulled me inside, locked it, and shoved the robe off my shoulders in one move. It pooled at my feet, leaving me completely naked. His eyes devoured me as he stroked his massive cock slowly, already rock hard and leaking. “On the bed, little sis. Ass up.” I climbed onto his bed on all fours, arching my back and spreading my knees wide. Cool air kissed my dripping pussy and the tight ring of my ass. Jax knelt behind me, hands spreading my cheeks roughly. His ho

Chapter 2 I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes I felt him again—his hands gripping my hips, his cock driving into me, that rough voice ordering me to come. My body still ached in places I didn’t know could ache. I touched myself twice trying to quiet the need, but it only made it worse. I kept hearing his words from the hallway. She’s already addicted to the way I touch her. By morning my landlord had texted twice about the rent. The numbers on my phone screen looked even uglier in daylight. I stared at them for a long time, then at the card Victor had slipped into my purse before I left. Thick cream stock. No number. Just his name. At exactly seven that evening a black car pulled up outside my building. The driver didn’t ask questions. He simply opened the door and waited. I got in. Victor’s penthouse took up the entire top floor of a glass tower downtown. The elevator opened straight into a living room that looked like it belonged in a magazine. Floor-to-ceiling window

Chapter 4 The morning of the event, Victor laid out a floor-length emerald dress on the bed. It was elegant, backless, and slit high enough to remind me who I belonged to. “Harlan Voss will be there tonight,” he said while I stood in front of the mirror and he zipped me in. His fingers lingered at the base of my spine. “He’s the one I need distracted. Keep him talking. Laugh at his jokes. Let him think he has a chance.” I met his eyes in the reflection. “And after I distract him?” Victor’s hands slid around my waist. “After, you come back to me. And I remind you exactly who you belong to.” My stomach twisted with nerves and something darker. I had seen the text. I knew I was bait. But I also knew the way Victor’s jaw tightened whenever Harlan’s name came up. This wasn’t just business. It was personal. The event was held in a private ballroom overlooking the city. Crystal chandeliers, string quartet, and more money in one room than I had seen in my entire life. Victor kept me cl

Chapter 2 I rolled onto my stomach and gripped the headboard with both hands. The wood was cool under my fingers. My bare ass was raised slightly because my knees were bent. I felt completely exposed and I could already feel fresh wetness gathering between my legs. Professor Voss climbed onto the bed behind me. He did not touch me at first. He just stayed there letting the silence stretch until I could hear my own breathing. “Beg,” he said. My voice came out smaller than I wanted. “Please fuck me sir.” “Better. But not filthy enough.” His hand came down hard on my right ass cheek. The sting bloomed hot. “Try again. Tell me exactly what you want my cock to do to you.” I swallowed. “Please fuck my pussy sir. Please use me hard.” Another slap landed on the left cheek. Then his fingers dragged through my folds and found me soaked. “You are dripping again. Such a desperate little pet.” He pushed two fingers inside me and pumped them a few times before pulling them out. “One more ti

Chapter 1: He Was Already Inside I knew something was wrong the second I stepped into my apartment. The air felt different. Thicker. Like someone else had been breathing it. I stood in the doorway with my keys still in my hand and listened. Nothing. Just the low hum of the fridge and the distant sound of traffic outside. I told myself I was being paranoid. New city. New building. New life after everything that happened with my ex. Of course I was jumpy. I locked the door behind me and dropped my bag on the couch. Then I saw it. My favorite black lace panties were folded neatly on the kitchen counter. I had not left them there. I knew I had not. They had been in my laundry basket this morning. My stomach dropped. I backed toward the door, heart hammering, when a low voice came from the shadows near my bedroom. “Do not scream.” He stepped out slowly. Tall. Broad shoulders. Dark hair. Sharp jaw. Black eyes that looked at me like he already owned every inch of me. He was wearing