All Chapters of Ravished: An Erotic Collection Of Sin: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

POV: Oliver..The bass from the club speakers hit me hard like it wanted to crack my ribs. I stood against the wall, arms crossed, eyes locked on Isla as she danced like a fucking tease in the middle of the crowded club.Twenty-one years old with Daddy’s money pouring out of her like water, and all she did was waste it on this shit. Meanwhile, I was here for twenty thousand dollars, the exact amount I needed, wired to the hospital so my sister could get that heart surgery before her next attack. I just had one job to do: keep this girl breathing. That was it.Isla wore a tiny red dress, the hem barely covering the bottom of her ass. It hugged every curve and rode up when she moved. She knew it was too short because she kept pulling it down with one hand while laughing too loudly with her almost-naked friends. She glanced back at me again, lips wet from the drink she’d just had, rolling her hips slowly to the beat, her eyes locked on mine. “Enjoying the view, Oliver?” she shouted

POV: OliverI knew at that moment there was no going back. I grabbed her ass with both hands, lifted her higher against me, and threw her onto the bed. She bounced on the sheets, legs spread, chest heaving, eyes wide and hungry. I held her gaze without blinking. My fingers tore the shirt open, buttons flying in every direction. The belt buckle clanged against the floor as I shoved my pants and boxers down in one impatient motion. Her eyes went huge, lips parting in shock. “Holy shit!” she swallowed hard. “It’s… so fucking huge. I… I don’t know. Uhm… if it will fit.” I raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. After all the teasing and confidence she’d shown these past days, I hadn’t expected her to look this nervous. Are you a virgin? I asked quietly.She shook her head, cheeks flushing deeper. “No… but I’ve only been with one guy before. And he wasn’t… anything like you.I stroked my shaft once, slowly, letting her watch every inch as the angry red head dripped with pre-cum. “A

POV: Jenna..“What the heck is going on, Jenna?” Jackson demanded, twisting against the rope cutting into his wrists, his breathing ragged. “Who is this guy? Are you… gosh, are you cheating on me?”I stared at him, still trying to wrap my head around everything.“I swear to God, if you’re cheating on me, I’ll—” he continued.“What will you do?” Gio cut him off, his voice cold enough to freeze.“I’ll… I’ll…” Jackson stammered, struggling harder. “Fuck this! Take this blindfold off, you coward! Let me see who the hell dared to kidnap me!”Gio’s man stepped forward and slapped the back of his head hard enough to make him grunt. “Shut your fucking mouth before I cut your tongue out.”That shut him up instantly. Jackson whimpered and went silent. I yanked hard against the ropes biting into my wrists, the rough fibers digging deeper with every twist. My shoulders burned, a sharp ache that pulsed down my arms and made my fingers tingle. I glared at Gio, who was sprawled across the bed, on

POV: Jenna..As he stared at me, my arms moved on their own, one crossing over my breasts while the other slid down to cover my mound, suddenly shy under his gaze.Gio looked straight into my eyes, giving a disapproving shake of his head. “Don’t do that,” his voice grew husky. “Don’t hide from me. Something this beautiful shouldn’t be covered up.”Heat rushed up my neck and into my cheeks. I knew I was turning bright red. Men had said nice things to me before, but none of them ever made my chest feel this tight, like my heart was trying to climb out. None of them made me feel this seen, this wanted, this completely bare.He stood up just long enough to strip himself. Jacket, shirt, pants, boxers—everything hit the floor until he was naked.His cock was rock hard, hanging proudly between his muscular thighs. The flushed length looked so tempting, and so fucking inviting that I had to fight the sudden urge to crawl forward and taste him. It was the kind of cock that made a woman want

POV: Liam..Coach Reynolds’ office smelled like stale coffee and sweaty gym clothes that had been there for too long. I sat there with my arms crossed tight, trying to look like I didn’t give a fuck even though my heart was still pounding from the locker room shitshow.He leaned back in his creaky chair and looked at me like he already knew I was full of shit. “I was the one who told Ethan to come to the locker room,” he sneered. “Right after practice. Before you and your boys decided to turn him into a human punching bag.”My stomach dropped. “What?”“You heard me.” Coach tapped his pen on the desk. “Ethan’s the best in class, and you’re failing two classes badly enough that if you don’t pull your head out of your ass, you’re off the team. Scholarship gone. Your future gone. All of it.”I let out a short, ugly laugh. “You’re joking, right? You want me to sit with that fag after what happened?”“Watch your mouth, Liam.” His eyes didn’t even flicker. “You want to stay captain? You wa