All Chapters of SLIPPERY SINS (An extra spicy erotica collection): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

He stepped closer. And guided my hands down to his hardened cock. His towel gave way as he forced my hands to grab it. “You see? the thought of your banging body did this to me earlier and now you come here teasing me again.” Before I could process what was happening, he lifted me gently but possessively and placed me on the reading desk by the door. “I tried relieving myself but it won't stop.. Since you caused this, I think you might know how to calm it down.”I wanted to speak but I couldn't find my voice.“What's wrong with your mouth? Can't you speak again?” His fingers tilted my chin up, forcing my gaze to meet his. His eyes were dreamy and full of lust.And then he kissed me.And to my own shock again, I didn’t pull away.My heart slammed against my chest, loud enough that I was sure he could hear it. For a split second, everything else disappeared, the confusion, the awkwardness, even the fact that we had only just met.We kissed hungrily until reality crashed back in.Sam

I quickly grabbed my phone and ended the call.“Hey, cutie,” he said, leaning casually against the wall like he had all the time in the world. “You look like you just saw a ghost.”I let out a sharp breath. “I did. You are the ghost, because you were not supposed to be here.”He laughed, completely unbothered. “Hmm… I think I like you.”I stared at him, disbelief mixing with irritation. “Well, I don’t like you. In fact, I hate you. So please—just leave me alone.”“Sorry, baby,” he said with a shrug. “You’re stuck with me. I’m not going anywhere.”“Great,” I muttered, dragging a hand through my hair. “What kind of mess is this?”“Relax, Sammy” he paused when I shot him a look. “Alright… my namesake.”“Don’t call me that.” I snapped.“Then stop reacting like it bothers you.” he replied.“Get out,” I snapped again. “That’s all I want.”I turned and started toward my room, trying to put as much distance between us as possible. But halfway down the hallway, something made me stop. I glance

I slipped out of Samuel’s arms so quickly I almost lost my balance again.The moment my feet touched the ground, I knew this was bad.I didn’t even need to look up to feel it.My dad’s presence had a way of filling any space, tightening the air until one has to be careful not to make a mistake of breathing wrongfully..Beside him, Francis stood quietly, that familiar, almost smug expression resting on his face. Not obvious enough to call out but enough to make my stomach twist.He was definitely enjoying this.“Who exactly do you think you are,” my dad said slowly, his voice low and controlled, “carrying my daughter like that?”The words landed heavily.Samuel stiffened beside me.“Y-your daughter?” he repeated, clearly caught off guard.This was it, If I didn’t say something now, everything would fall apart.“Dad,” I rushed out, stepping forward. “I met him on my way to the hospital. I slipped while I was talking to you earlier and I think I hurt my waist. He just helped me get there

“Then where exactly are you going?”Dad’s voice cut through the room just as Samuel reached the door.Samuel stopped immediately, one hand still resting on the handle. For the first time since everything started, he looked genuinely unsure of himself.“I…” He glanced back at us, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I was going to move out of the house. But for now, I just thought maybe you needed some time alone with your daughter.”Dad stared at him for a long moment.I held my breath, waiting for another interrogation, another suspicious question, another cold warning.Instead, to my surprise, Dad let out a quiet laugh.“These kids, how could you make such a mistake? Sam and Sam.” He pointed at both of us and chuckled again.. The tension in the room reduced.“Do you have a girlfriend?” Dad asked out of nowhere. “Yes sir.. she's actually my fiancee.” Sam said.I don't know why but I was angry and jealous. But dad seems to be happy about it.“Well the mistake has already happene

“Sinclair Medical Centre?” I repeated, staring at my father like I had heard him wrong. “You mean Dr. Zayden Sinclair’s hospital?”“Yes, Heavenly,” Dad replied calmly. “He’ll be supervising your residency.”My chest tightened instantly.“Dad, please…” I leaned forward, trying to keep my voice steady. “Can’t you choose another hospital? What about Meridian Star Hospital? I heard their residency program is excellent.”“No.” His answer came too quickly. “Dr. Sinclair is the best in the field. He is strict, disciplined, and experienced. Exactly what you need.”I nearly laughed in frustration.That was the exact reason I didn’t want him.Everyone in medical school knew the stories about Zayden Sinclair. Final-year students whispered his name like a warning. Residents talked about him with fear in their eyes.Some claimed he had dismissed trainees for the smallest mistakes. Others said he pushed people until they broke down completely before deciding whether they were worthy enough to contin