All Chapters of Ravished: An Erotic Collection Of Sin: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

POV: Claire..“Hey, honey!” I said excitedly, my voice trembling with a mix of hope and nerves. “It’s my…”“Don’t fucking call me again, Claire… I’m busy. Why can't you get that?” Austin’s voice barked through the speaker, and the line went dead before I could even draw a breath.​“...birthday today,” I finished in a whisper. The dial tone was the only response.I looked down at my phone. It was my twenty-eighth birthday, and I had spent the entire day waiting, checking the screen every five minutes, convinced that maybe, just maybe, he’d remember.When the sun started to set, I finally broke down and called him. This was my gift.Well, I was kinda used to it, but it fucking hurt every time.My vision blurred as the first tears rolled down my cheeks.For two months, he’d been ‘traveling for work,’ but I knew better; I wasn't stupid. He was in the arms of one of his numerous mistresses. He didn’t even bother to hide it anymore. To him, I was just the clingy wife he left behind in a

POV: Claire..Wyatt’s lips left mine to trail soft, lingering kisses down my neck. “You’re shaking,” he whispered against my skin, his breath hot and soothing."I can't help it," I murmured, my hands holding his shoulders. "It's been forever since anyone touched me like this... like they really wanted me.”He lifted his head, his eyes glued onto mine, soft, inviting brown eyes, filled with a tenderness that made my chest ache. "I've wanted you for years, even before you married my brother. Every time I saw you smile, every laugh... God, Claire, you're everything to me. I regret the fact that I was stupid enough never to have told you how I truly felt.”He pulled the duvet down, exposing my naked body to the cool air and his heated gaze. I tried to cover myself, an old habit of shame from years of Austin’s critiques. “Why don't you hit the gym, Claire? You are beginning to look too fat.” “Don't you see how those ladies out there look so slender and sexy? Do something about these cu

POV: Zoe..Moonlight filtered through the thin curtains of our bedroom as I lay on my back, legs spread wide, my husband Elias moving between them with the same steady, familiar thrusts that never filled me or did anything for me.Lovemaking with him always felt like a key that turned in a lock but could never open the door.Damn it! I was so frustrated. “Elias,” I whispered, my voice breathy with frustration as I arched my back to take him deeper. “Please… slow down and use your mouth on me first. Eat my pussy. I need your tongue tonight. I’m so close already.”He paused mid-thrust, his hips stilling. I felt him soften slightly inside me. “Sweetheart… You know I can’t do that. It’s a sin. It’s not right. The Moon Goddess didn’t intend for mates to… degrade each other like that. I love you too much to treat you that way.”I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood. Lexi, my wolf, whined restlessly in my mind, pacing with unmet need. I reached up and cupped his face, trying to keep

POV: Zoe..I couldn’t speak. My lips parted, but only a soft, needy whimper slipped out.Jax’s eyes darkened to burning gold. “That’s what I thought,” he growled and stepped inside, kicking the door shut behind him with his boot. The sound should have terrified me, but it only made my nipples tighten painfully. He grabbed my waist, yanked me against his hard chest, and slammed his mouth against mine. There was nothing gentle about the kiss, just raw alpha dominance. His tongue shoved past my lips without permission, forcing its way inside, tasting every inch like he owned me, like he was fucking my mouth with his tongue the same way he planned to fuck my pussy.I moaned helplessly into him, the sound swallowed by his greedy mouth. My tongue met his desperately, tangling and sliding in a wet, filthy dance. He sucked on my tongue hard, pulling it into his mouth before thrusting his own back in. Jax growled into my mouth as one big hand gripped my ass, pulling me harder against th

POV: Bailey..I sat in the front row of my Economics lecture hall, leaning back in my chair, arching my spine just enough to thrust my chest toward him. I caught his eye and slowly uncrossed my legs, letting the hem of my skirt slide an inch higher up my damp thighs.At twenty-one, majoring in Business, I shouldn't have been this obsessed with an Economics class. But it wasn't the supply-and-demand curves that had me hooked; it was my professor, Professor Ron Carter.He was forty-two and so smoking hot. My eyes constantly traced those broad shoulders straining against his shirt and that hard chest that tapered down to a flat, lean stomach.I couldn't stop the dirty images from flooding my mind. I wanted those strong arms to lift me off my feet and slam me against the wall. I wanted him to make me scream until I lost my voice.Just staring at him during his lectures had ruined more panties than I cared to count. That’s why I started coming to class completely bare, letting the cold a