All Chapters of 100 WAYS TO SIN: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Emery’s POVThe mattress dipped heavily as Marco dropped me onto the bed. I bounced once, my thick thighs spreading slightly on the sheets, my tight black dress riding dangerously high. My heart hammered in my chest, a chaotic mix of fear, anger, and overwhelming arousal pulsing through every soft curve of my body. I was still buzzing from the bike ride — the powerful vibrations between my legs, the way my bare, soaked pussy had pressed against the leather. I was dripping. Aching. And now here he was, towering over me like a storm I couldn’t escape.“Marco…” I whispered, my voice trembling as I tried to sit up. My heavy breasts heaved with every shaky breath, straining against the dress. “You can’t just drag me home like this. I’m not yours to—”He climbed onto the bed slowly, deliberately, his powerful body caging me in. His dark eyes locked onto mine, intense and burning with obsession. One large, rough hand cupped my flushed cheek, his thumb stroking my full lower lip.“Shhh, sweet

Emery’s POVThe silk scarf loosened around my wrists as Marco’s fingers worked the knot open. The fabric whispered against my skin, leaving behind faint red lines that burned warmly. My arms felt heavy as they dropped to the sheets. My chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths. My heavy breasts, still flushed and marked, tingled with every heartbeat. Between my spread thighs, my pussy throbbed — swollen, wet, leaking his earlier cum onto the bed, yet aching so deeply I wanted to sob.Marco’s dark eyes moved slowly over me. He leaned down. His lips brushed mine once, softly, then pressed harder. His tongue pushed inside, tasting me, claiming me. I moaned into his mouth, the sound vibrating between us. My hands came up, fingers digging into his shoulders, feeling the heat of his skin and the hard muscle underneath.He broke the kiss and trailed his mouth down. Wet, open-mouthed kisses along my neck. He sucked at the spot where my pulse beat wildly. The pull of his lips sent a sharp

LILA’S POVMy fingers were still sticky with Jax’s warm cum when Mom’s voice floated up the stairs again, closer this time. “Kids? Dinner’s on the table in ten!”I stood there frozen in Jax’s room, sundress hiked up around my hips, heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted to burst out. The scent of his cum — thick, musky, salty — filled my nose with every shaky breath. My own panties were already drenched, the cotton clinging obscenely to my swollen kittie lips. Shame burned hot across my cheeks and down my neck, but worse… so much worse… was the way my clit throbbed in time with my pulse, begging for something I didn’t even have words for yet.“Jax, I can’t—” My voice cracked, barely a whisper. “They’re home. If they come up here—”He cut me off with a low, hungry growl, stepping so close I could feel the heat of his still-half-hard cock brushing against my thigh through his sweatpants. “You can and you will, little sis. Put my cum-soaked panties on right fucking now. I want eve

LILA POV.Morning light filtered through my curtains, soft and golden, like nothing in the world had changed. But everything had. I woke up slowly, tangled in my sheets, body aching in places that made my cheeks burn with memory even before my eyes opened. Jax wasn’t in my bed anymore—he must have slipped out during the night like he promised he would—but the faint scent of him still lingered on my pillow. My heart twisted with a confusing mix of warmth and heavy guilt as I sat up, pulling the blanket tight around my bare shoulders.I felt… different. Not just physically sore and tender, but emotionally raw, like someone had cracked open my chest and left everything exposed. Last night replayed in fragments: his gentle kisses mixed with intense need, the way he held me afterward like I was something precious, the whispered promises that I belonged to him now. Part of me wanted to hide under the covers forever. The other part couldn’t stop thinking about how safe and wanted I had felt

Victoria’s POV I stepped out of the elevator into my penthouse and the door barely clicked shut before I pressed my back against it, breathing hard. My hand was still shoved between my thighs over my skirt, pressing against the soaked heat there like that could calm the throbbing. It didn’t. Tristan’s last words kept echoing in my head. Dream about what I’m going to do to you when you finally say yes. My body reacted like he was standing right in front of me, pulse beating heavy between my legs, nipples tight and sensitive against my bra. I was thirty years old, running a billion-dollar company, and one day with this man had me ready to fall apart.I kicked off my heels and walked straight to the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of wine with shaking hands. The cool liquid did nothing to lower the fire under my skin. I kept seeing the way his hazel eyes had locked on mine in the rearview mirror, the way his voice dropped when he offered to take care of me. It felt too familiar. Too ri