All Chapters of Ravished: An Erotic Collection Of Sin: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

POV: Lyda.."Lyda, I hope you like salmon," Richard said, passing me a plate. "Your mother mentioned it was one of your favorites."Of course she did.The fact that she'd been having conversations about me with her new man made something twist in my stomach. My eyes darted around the wide dining room for a while to distract myself. It was screaming luxury. I glanced at Mom, who was watching me with this pleading expression, like she wanted me to play nice, to pretend everything was fine."It's okay," I said, taking the plate.Richard smiled like I'd just made his whole day. "We're so glad you're here, both of you. This house has been too quiet for too long."I didn't respond, just cut into the salmon. It was perfectly cooked, which somehow made me angrier. Of course, everything in this place was perfect."I know this is a big change," Richard continued, his voice too cheerful. "But I want you to think of this as your home now. Anything you need, just ask.""What I need is to go bac

POV: Sofia..My name is Sofia Garcia. I’m twenty-seven, and for the last six years I’ve made my living stealing and forging art. Not the big museum heists you see in movies. I work smaller, smarter jobs for rich collectors who don’t ask questions. I switched a fake Rothko for the real one in a private Geneva collection last year. That paid my mother’s medical bills for eight months. Tonight’s job was supposed to do the same for the next two years.I stood in front of the mirror in my small apartment, adjusting my outfit for the job. It was a black gown that clung to my body, showing the curve of my hips and the push of my breasts without looking cheap. The lace mask I wore on my face hid my eyes and the top of my nose. I needed to look like I belonged among people who never worried about rent.The target tonight was a small 17th-century oil painting worth enough to change my life for a while. My client wanted it quietly. I had studied the floor plans for three weeks, knowing exac

POV: Sofia..Luis sat on the couch first, legs spread wide like a king, then pulled me on his lap so my back was pressed against his hard chest. I could feel the heat of his skin, the hard muscles of his torso. His cock nestled between my ass cheeks, throbbing.“Spread your legs over mine,” he murmured into my ear, his voice low and commanding.I obeyed, opening myself completely. Cool air kissed my dripping pussy as he reached down, gripped his cock, and rubbed the fat, leaking head up and down my soaked slit, teasing me slowly until I was shaking.“Luis…” I whimpered, hips twitching desperately.“Tell me,” he said, biting my earlobe. “Tell me how badly you want this cock back inside you.”I was beyond shame now. “I need it,” I breathed, voice trembling. “Please fuck me. I want your cock so deep inside me I can’t think.”He lined himself up and pulled me down slowly, forcing every thick inch into my soaked pussy. I moaned loudly as he stretched me open, the new angle making him fee

POV: Mia..The second the word “yes” slipped out of my mouth, I wanted to crawl under the table and disappear.Did I just admit that I wanted to see his cock again?Jesus Christ! What was wrong with me?The worst part was that Ethan's smirk told me he knew exactly what was going through my head; he had probably known about my crush for years and simply chose to ignore it until this moment.I gripped the edge of the table until my knuckles ached, trying to stop myself from shaking while his gaze dropped to my lips like he was already imagining how they would look stretched around his cock.He leaned in slowly, close enough that I could feel the heat of his body against mine. His lips brushed my ear, voice low and rough, sending a shiver straight down my spine.“Too bad that’s the last time you’ll ever see it.”The words landed like a slap across the face, sharp, cocky, and humiliating.He didn't even blink. He just straightened up, that infuriating smirk still firmly in place, should

POV: Aubrey..I held onto the metal pole tightly with one hand, while my other hand gripped my small leather bag. Lisa stood beside me, talking nonstop like she always did on our morning train rides to work. Geez. I hated our early morning routine.The subway car was completely packed, bodies pressed tight together like sardines. My white blouse stuck to my skin a little from the heat, and the scent of different kinds of perfumes and even body odor filled the air.I wrinkled my nose at the smell. Why can’t people practice good hygiene? It was early morning for goodness sake!Lisa was telling me about her date. "He kept staring at my tits the whole dinner," she said with a laugh. "I wore that low-cut top, you know the one?""Yeah, I know the one," I replied to her, laughing along, trying not to picture her squirming in her seat during the date. Right then, I felt a hand brush across my ass. It was light at first. I thought maybe it was just someone shifting because of the train. Af