Todos los capítulos de SINNERS: AN HOT COLLECTION : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

"We're not done," he said. His voice was rougher now, the careful control fraying at the edges in a way that made heat flood through me all over again despite the fact that my body felt like it had already been thoroughly wrung out.I gripped the sheets and waited.He drove back in from behind in one deep, claiming stroke that went further than anything had reached before and I sobbed into his pillow with absolutely no restraint whatsoever.Everything was different from this angle.Deeper. More direct. More overwhelming. He filled me so completely from behind that I felt every single one of the five piercings in an entirely new way — each barbell dragging along my walls with every forward stroke, hitting places that sent white sparks firing behind my eyes and turned my thoughts into complete, blissful static."Oh god —" I clawed at his sheets. "Oh god, Jax —""I know," he said roughly. He wasn't moving yet. Just buried to the hilt, hands gripping my hips, letting me feel the full real

Aiden's POVThe crowd’s roar was still ringing in my ears when I slammed the locker room door shut behind me. My lip was split and throbbing, blood mixing with the sweat running down my neck. Another ugly win against the Toronto Thunder. Another night where I’d spent half the game wanting to kill Kane fucking Rivera.I hated him. I hated the way he skated like the ice belonged to him. I hated his cocky grin, the tattoos that covered his chest and arms, and the way his body slammed into mine like he was trying to fuck me right there on the boards instead of checking me. Most of all, I hated how my cock reacted every single time he touched me.The locker room was almost empty. Good. I didn’t want anyone around. I ripped my jersey over my head, letting it drop to the floor, then stripped off the rest of my pads. My ribs were bruised, my thigh burned from where Rivera’s stick had caught me. Every mark on my body felt like his signature.I stepped into the shower stall and cranked the wate

I never expected to get fucked senseless over the hood of my own broken-down car by a dirty, tattooed mechanic in the middle of nowhere.But here I was — bent over the warm metal hood of my Mercedes, skirt shoved up around my waist, panties ripped off and dangling from one ankle, while a rough, grease-stained hand gripped my hip and a thick cock slammed into me from behind like he was trying to punish me for existing.It had started innocently enough. Or at least, that’s what I told myself when my luxury rental car started smoking on a deserted coastal road in the south of France two hours ago. I was supposed to be on a glamorous solo vacation after finally dumping my cheating ex. Instead, I was stranded in the blazing afternoon sun in a tiny black sundress that barely covered my ass, heels clicking uselessly on the asphalt as I called for roadside assistance.The tow truck that arrived was old and battered, but the man who stepped out of it was anything but.He was tall, broad-should

The hallway carpet muffled my footsteps as I stormed toward my sister’s honeymoon suite, fury boiling in my veins like molten lava. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat. Just minutes ago, I had gone looking for my boyfriend Jake in the hotel’s dimly lit corridor near the reception area, only to freeze in the shadows and witness the ultimate betrayal.There she was—my older sister, Elena—on her knees in her fucking wedding dress, the white lace pooled around her like a dirty halo. Her veil was still pinned in her perfectly styled hair, mascara already smudged from earlier tears of “joy.” And between her glossy red lips was my boyfriend’s cock. Jake’s hands were tangled in her hair, guiding her head as she sucked him with shameless hunger, bobbing deep, gagging softly, saliva dripping down her chin onto the expensive fabric of her gown. She was moaning around his shaft like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted, even though she had just taken vows with another man bar

Roman’s answer was a low, dangerous sound. He stood up suddenly, towering over me at 6’4”, his massive frame casting a shadow. He grabbed me under the arms and lifted me effortlessly onto the bed, flipping me onto my back. My dress rode up to my waist, exposing my lace panties, already soaked through.He yanked the dress higher, tearing the thin straps in his haste, baring my breasts. My nipples were stiff peaks, begging for attention. Roman leaned down and sucked one into his mouth hard, biting just enough to make me gasp, while his large hand shoved my panties aside and plunged two thick fingers into my dripping pussy.“You’re soaked,” he growled against my tit, pumping his fingers deep and fast. “This tight little cunt is dripping for your sister’s husband. You really want revenge that bad?”“Yes,” I moaned, arching into his touch, my walls clenching around his fingers. “Fuck me, Roman. Take what’s yours. Make me scream louder than she ever could on her wedding night.”He pulled hi