All Chapters of SINNERS: AN EROTICA COLLECTION : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Elena obeyed instantly, arching her back and pushing her ass toward him. His hand cracked across her right cheek with a loud, stinging slap. The sound echoed through the apartment. She cried out, the sharp pain blooming into liquid heat between her legs.“Again,” she moaned before she could stop herself. “Please… spank me harder.”He laughed, low and cruel. “Listen to you. Begging to be punished like a desperate little cumdump.” His palm came down again — harder — on the same spot, then the left cheek, then back again in a rapid, punishing rhythm. Each loud smack left bright red handprints blooming across her pale ass. “Your husband ever spank you like this? No? Of course not. He probably treats you like a delicate little princess. But you’re not a princess, are you? You’re just a cock-hungry slut who climbed balconies for stranger dick.”“Yes!” Elena sobbed, pushing her ass back into every brutal slap. The pain mixed with pleasure until she couldn’t tell them apart. Her pussy throbbe

The penthouse was supposed to be empty.Joelle Hayes had checked the security app twice before letting herself in with her master key at 11:17 p.m. Ethan Sinclair, the thirty-six-year-old tech billionaire whose empire spanned three continents and whose face graced the cover of every “Most Eligible” list in Manhattan, was listed as “out of residence” until tomorrow morning.She had the place to herself for a deep clean—exactly the way she liked it. No awkward small talk. No pretending she didn’t notice the way his steel-gray eyes lingered on her curves when he thought she wasn’t looking. Just her, the city lights glittering thirty floors below, and the freedom to move without worrying about the way her hips swayed or how her full breasts strained against the black uniform dress she was required to wear.She slipped on her noise-canceling headphones, cranked up her favorite slow R&B playlist, and let the bass settle into her bones. At twenty-eight, Joelle had learned to own every inch o

Joelle cried out, one hand flying to grip his wet hair as he devoured her. His mouth was filthy and skilled—sucking her swollen clit between his lips, flicking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue, then plunging two thick fingers deep inside her tight heat. She was so wet that obscene squelching sounds filled the bathroom with every thrust of his fingers. Her juices coated his chin, dripping down onto the marble floor.“Ethan—oh fuck—your tongue feels so good,” she moaned, thighs trembling around his head. Her free hand cupped one of her heavy breasts, pinching her own nipple as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in her belly.He pulled back just long enough to look up at her, eyes dark with lust, lips shiny with her cream. “You’re going to come on my face first, Joelle. Then I’m going to bend you over and stuff this tight pussy full of my cock until you can’t walk straight tomorrow.”He dove back in, sucking harder, fingers curling to stroke that spongy spot inside her that made st

His words pushed her straight toward another orgasm. Joelle’s nails raked down his back, leaving red trails on his skin as her body trembled. The pressure built fast and hot in her core, her clit throbbing under his relentless thumb.“I’m gonna come again,” she whimpered, voice breaking. “Ethan—oh God, I’m so close—”“Come,” he commanded, slamming into her harder, faster, the wet squelching sounds turning downright pornographic. “Come on my cock like the greedy slut you are. Milk me with that fat, juicy pussy.”The orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. Joelle screamed his name, her entire body seizing as her walls clamped down hard around his thick shaft. Hot, slick cream gushed out around his cock, soaking his balls and the counter as she squirted for the first time in her life. Her thighs shook violently, her soft belly quivering with every spasm.“Fuck yes—good girl,” Ethan groaned, fucking her straight through the intense climax without mercy. “Squirt all over me. Soak my coc

The heavy steel door clanged shut behind her with a finality that made Sister Claire’s heart stutter.At twenty-four, she was the youngest novice in the convent of the Sisters of Divine Mercy, still adjusting to the weight of her black habit and the white wimple that framed her innocent face. Her superiors had chosen her for this assignment precisely because of her gentle nature and unwavering faith. “The prisoner has requested spiritual counsel,” Mother Superior had said. “You will go twice a week. Offer prayer, listen, and remind him of God’s infinite mercy—even for the damned.”They hadn’t told her much else. Only that his name was Marcus Vale, that he was serving multiple life sentences for crimes too violent to name aloud, and that he was considered extremely dangerous. No one expected him to find salvation. They simply needed someone pure to plant the seed.Claire clutched her rosary beads as the guard led her down the dimly lit corridor of the maximum-security wing. The air sme