Todos os capítulos de THE ART OF SINS: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Chapter 1: Teasing Guards Until They Snap I knew exactly what I was doing. My dad is one of the richest men in the city, and that means I never go anywhere without protection. Three big, mean-looking bodyguards follow me everywhere—Marcus, Jax, and Rico. They’re all ex-military, tall, muscular, and built like they could break a man in half without trying. Dad pays them a fortune to keep me safe. But tonight, I didn’t want to be safe. I wanted to be used. We were at the family’s private beach house for the weekend. Dad had some big meeting in the city, so it was just me and the three guards. The sun had gone down, the ocean was crashing outside, and I was feeling bored and horny. I decided to play a little game. I walked into the living room wearing the tiniest white bikini I owned. The top barely covered my nipples and the bottoms were so small they disappeared between my ass cheeks. My body was still shiny from the oil I rubbed on after my shower. I knew I looked like a rich lit

Story 5: Boss's Daughter & the Bodyguards Chapter 3: I barely made it to the shower before my legs gave out. The hot water hit my skin, but I didn’t wash the cum out like they told me not to. I just stood there letting it mix with the water, feeling it drip from my swollen pussy down my thighs. My holes were sore, my tits had red handprints, and my throat felt raw from how deep they fucked my face on the beach. But my body was already buzzing again, hungry for more. When I came back downstairs wearing nothing but a thin silk robe that barely reached the bottom of my ass, the three of them were waiting in the living room. Lights low. Music playing soft. Bottles of whiskey on the table. They looked relaxed, but their eyes told me they were far from done. Marcus leaned back on the big couch, legs spread wide. “Drop the robe, princess.” I untied it and let it fall to the floor. I stood naked in front of them, hands at my sides, letting them look at every inch of me. Jax whistled l

Chapter 1: Heat-Scented and Pack-Hunted The full moon was coming in two days, and I could already feel it burning under my skin. My name is Lila, and I’m an omega. Not the sweet, protected kind you hear about in stories. No pack to keep me safe. No alpha to claim me gently. I’ve been running alone for months, hiding in the deep woods, stealing food from campsites, trying to stay away from any scent that might call a pack to me. But tonight the heat hit harder than ever. It started as a low ache in my belly. Then it spread—hot, throbbing, making my pussy swell and drip. My nipples got tight and sensitive against my thin shirt. Every breeze through the trees felt like fingers teasing me. My own smell changed. Sweet. Thick. The kind of scent that screams “breed me” to any alpha within miles. I knew I had to keep moving, but my legs were shaky. I stumbled through the forest, barefoot, wearing nothing but a ripped tank top and tiny shorts that were already soaked between my legs. The

Story 6: Bred by the Ruthless Pack Chapter 3: The full moon rose high and bright, turning the whole forest silver. I could barely walk anymore. My legs were weak and slick with cum from the night before. Every step made more thick seed leak out of my swollen pussy and run down my thighs. My belly still felt heavy and full from all the loads they pumped into me. My nipples were sore from being pinched and sucked, my ass cheeks red from their hard slaps. But the heat had only gotten worse. It burned like fire in my veins now. My pussy throbbed constantly, dripping fresh slick mixed with old cum. My mind was foggy. All I could think about was cock. Knots. Being filled. Being bred. The pack didn’t let me rest. They carried me through the trees to the sacred clearing—a wide open circle of soft grass surrounded by ancient stones that glowed under the moonlight. The moment we stepped into it, the air felt heavier, charged with raw power. The five alphas set me down in the center. “

Chapter 1: Sold Virgin to Royal Cock The auction house smelled like expensive perfume, fear-sweat, and raw alpha musk. I stood naked on the raised wooden platform, wrists tied loosely behind my back with soft silk rope. Bright lights shone down on my body, making my pale skin glow. I was eighteen, untouched, and my heat was only days away. That made me valuable. Dangerous. Worth a fortune. Hundreds of powerful alphas sat in the dark seats below, eyes hungry as they stared at me. My small perky tits with pink nipples already hard from the cool air. My flat stomach. My smooth, shaved pussy that had never been touched by any cock. My long legs trembled slightly as the auctioneer walked around me, showing me off like a prize horse. “Lot number 47,” the auctioneer announced loudly. “Pure omega virgin. Heat scent just beginning to bloom. Tight, fertile, and completely unbroken. Perfect for breeding strong heirs. Bidding starts at five million gold.” The room exploded with numbers. Alp