All Chapters of Ravished: An Erotic Collection Of Sin: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

POV: Bailey..The door to Professor Carter’s office closed behind me. The air here felt thicker than outside, with the scent of aged books and the faint, intoxicating musk of his cologne.I just wanted to be covered in his scent, my knees going weak at the thought. I wanted his smell rubbed so deep into my skin that I couldn't wash it off for a week.​I stood on the spot by the closed door, my hands clenching and unclenching at my sides. The memory of his leather belt tightening around my wrists, of his hands fucking me senseless against the cold wood of the class table, still burned into my mind.My clit was a throbbing mess, aching with anticipation of the ruin he was about to bring down on me.Professor Carter didn’t speak right away. He circled me slowly, like a wolf sizing up its prey. His loafers thudded on the floor, his suit jacket still perfectly in place, while I looked as if I’d been dragged through sin and back.“You actually came,” he said finally, stopping directly beh

POV: Mira..My pussy was already soaked the second Cassy shoved her phone at me and yanked off her lilac bra top, her huge tits spilling out, round and perfect, nipples pink and pointed out, begging to be sucked. I couldn’t stop staring. Those mouth-watering breasts bounced as she laughed, full and juicy, the kind that made my mouth water and my cunt clench hard.“Geez, Cass, you have such amazing tits,” I said, my voice coming out all husky and rough.Shit. I was dripping just from looking at them. My panties were ruined, sticky juices sliding down to my butt while I sat cross-legged on her bed. We were in her bedroom for our usual Friday sleepover, same as always since high school. Two 19-year-old college girls who did everything together. But tonight, my best friend had no idea I was dying to bury my face between her legs.Cassy grinned and hooked her thumbs into her slacks, shoving them down her long legs. She stepped out of them and stood there in nothing but a tiny red thong

POV: Mira..I kissed her like I was fucking starving, shoving my tongue into her mouth, devouring her, tasting her. For a second, she froze, then I pulled back, panting hard.Cassy stared at me with those wide blue eyes, chest heaving. “Mira… what the fuck was that?”I looked her dead in the eyes. “You really want to know why I made us leave the restaurant so fast?”She blinked, still dazed. “Because… you had a stomach ache?”I shook my head slowly. “Nah. Because your piece-of-shit boyfriend was fingering me under the table.”Her face went pale. “What?”“He slid his hand between my thighs while you were looking at the dessert display,” I told her calmly. “Rubbed my pussy through my shorts like he owned it. Told me I was soaking wet and that he wanted to bend me over and fuck me. He even said you always have trouble getting wet for him.”Her eyes filled with tears, her breathing shaky. “He… he touched your cunt?”“Yeah. He pressed his fingers right against my pussy lips and rubbed me

POV: Caleb..I was still gripping the phone like a lifeline, my thumb hovering over Daniel’s name, when Zara stepped so close I could feel the heat pouring off her body.Calling that tiny black piece of cloth she had on a dress was a joke; it was honestly more like a handkerchief. The thin straps dug into her shoulders, and the low neckline did nothing to hide how hard her nipples were, two stiff peaks begging to be sucked. Her thighs were bare, and I knew she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, because I practically requested the escort to come completely naked under her clothes. Fuck! I could practically smell her arousal.She looked up at me with those dark, hungry eyes, lips slightly parted, like she already knew she’d won.My cock was so hard it hurt like a bitch, throbbing against my trousers, betraying every lie I’d told myself for five years.I couldn’t do this.She was Daniel’s little sister. Yes, she's twenty-four now, but in my head she’s still… shit! The girl who looked

POV: Caleb..I woke before the sun even thought about rising. Zara lay curled against my side, completely naked, one leg thrown over my thigh, her head tucked under my chin. Her breathing was slow and even, her full breasts pressed warm and soft against my ribs. Her hand rested low on my stomach, fingers loosely curled like she had fallen asleep holding me.My cock twitched at the sight of her, and then guilt hit me with full force.This was Zara, Daniel’s little sister. I had spent years convincing myself I didn’t want her, years telling myself she was just a kid, years lying to myself.Until last night.Until she walked through that door in that black dress and begged me to fuck her.Now she was in my bed, marked by my mouth, filled with my cum, and all I could think was how badly I still wanted her. How badly I wanted to roll her onto her back, spread her thighs, and bury myself inside her again until she screamed my name.But Daniel. He would never forgive me. He would look at