SINNERS: AN EROTICA COLLECTION のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

The simple words sent a shiver down her spine. She ignored it, turned her back on all three of them, and busied herself with unzipping her suitcase.The door clicked shut behind them. Riley let out a shaky breath and sank onto the edge of the king bed, pressing her thighs together hard. Her panties were already damp. Just from their voices. Just from the way they’d looked at her—like they could already taste her, feel her, own her. She hated how much her body responded. She’d always been the responsible one, the girl who studied late, dated safe boys who never made her lose control. These three looked like pure, walking temptation, and every instinct screamed danger.Still, she wasn’t about to make it easy for them.She stripped off her travel-worn clothes—jeans, tank top, simple cotton bra and panties—and stepped into the luxurious rainfall shower. Hot water cascaded over her skin, soothing aching muscles from the long journey. But her mind wouldn’t quiet. She kept replaying Jax’s co

The realization sent a fresh gush of wetness over her fingers. She came with a choked gasp, thighs shaking, biting the pillow to stay quiet.When the aftershocks faded, she lay there panting, staring at the ceiling.They knew.And tomorrow would only be worse.Because no matter how hard she pretended, her body was already betraying her. And the three men sharing this house seemed more than happy to wait her out—patient, relentless, and clearly determined to win their filthy little bet.Riley pulled the covers over her head and tried to ignore the growing ache that told her she might not hold out as long as she wanted.But she’d be damned if she made it easy for them.The next morning Riley woke to the low hum of male voices and the rich smell of fresh coffee drifting under her door. Sunlight streamed through the balcony doors, painting the white sheets in warm gold. She groaned and buried her face in the pillow for a moment, trying to ignore the persistent, low throb between her legs.

Damon stepped closer, his sheer size making the hallway feel tiny. “Tell us to leave right now and we will. Say the words and we walk away. But look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want this.”Riley’s breath hitched. She opened her mouth to say exactly that—to tell them to go—but the lie stuck in her throat. Her gaze flicked between the three of them: Jax’s sculpted chest rising and falling, Kai’s tattoos and that dangerous V leading down into his shorts, Damon’s thick bulge straining against the gray fabric. Her pussy clenched hard, another rush of wetness soaking her already ruined panties.“I…” Riley swallowed hard, her throat dry despite the way her body burned. “This is a bad idea.”Jax’s smile curved slow and predatory, green eyes gleaming with dark promise in the low light of her bedroom. “Probably. But bad ideas always feel the fucking best.”He reached out with deliberate slowness, giving her every chance to pull away, to slam the door in their faces and end this madness

Riley gasped sharply, feeling impossibly stretched and claimed. Damon fucked her with slower but incredibly deep, powerful strokes—each thrust bottoming out and making her breasts bounce heavily. Jax and Kai leaned in, kissing and licking her neck, sucking hard on her nipples, whispering filthy, praising words against her skin while Damon drove her relentlessly toward another shattering peak.“You’re taking us so well tonight…”“Such a good fucking girl for us, letting us use this pretty pussy.”“Come again, Riley. Let us feel that tight little cunt come around Damon’s big cock.”She came hard one final time around Damon’s massive shaft, her vision whiting out completely as pleasure tore through every nerve in her body. Her pussy spasmed violently, milking him until Damon let out a deep, guttural groan and buried himself to the root, spilling hot, thick ropes of cum deep inside her. At the same time, Jax and Kai stroked themselves faster, groaning as they painted her heaving breasts a

The silk of her black balaclava clung to Shania’s sweat-damp forehead like a second skin as she eased the heavy study door shut behind her with barely a click. Moonlight sliced through the half-drawn wooden blinds, casting long silver bars across the polished mahogany desk and the open wall safe she had just cracked with trembling but practiced fingers. Her gloved hands still buzzed with adrenaline from the final twist of the combination dial when the overhead lights suddenly exploded on, flooding the room in harsh golden brightness.Shania froze.Two men stood shoulder-to-shoulder in the wide doorway, blocking any hope of escape.They were identical.And devastatingly, unfairly hot.Both were easily six-foot-four, carved from smooth sun-bronzed muscle that spoke of disciplined hours in the gym and maybe some time under the African sun. Broad shoulders tapered to narrow waists, every ridge of their abs clearly visible beneath the low-slung grey sweatpants that hung dangerously low on