All Chapters of 100 WAYS TO SIN: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

AVAI stood in their kitchen with a glass of wine in my hand and tried to focus on what Sophie was saying. She talked about the new project at work and the weekend plans she wanted to make. Her voice was bright and familiar. It should have felt normal. It never did when Roman was in the same room.He leaned against the counter near the sink. Dark jeans. Gray shirt with the sleeves pushed up. His arms were crossed and his eyes kept finding mine over the top of Sophie’s head. Every time they did I felt it low in my stomach. That same pull I had been fighting for years. I looked away first. I always did.Sophie laughed at something she had said and touched my arm. “You are quiet tonight. Long day?”“Just tired,” I said. I smiled the way I always smiled around her. The way that hid everything. “Work ran late.”Roman shifted his weight. The movement was small but I noticed it. I noticed everything about him. The way he stood. The way his jaw tightened when he was holding something back. Th

AVAI dropped the phone onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. My hand was still between my legs. My fingers were slick and my clit pulsed with the leftover throb of the orgasm he had talked me through. The room felt too quiet. My own breathing sounded loud.I had come while he listened. I had let him give me orders over the phone while his wife sat in the same house. The guilt arrived late and heavy. It pressed against my ribs until it hurt to breathe. I pulled my hand away and wiped it on the sheets. Then I rolled onto my side and curled in on myself.I should have stopped him. I should have told him this was a mistake and ended the call. Instead I had taken my shorts off when he told me to and touched myself while his voice poured through the speaker. The memory of it made my face burn. It also made a fresh wave of heat settle low in my belly. Both reactions existed at the same time and I hated how easily they lived together.Sleep came in broken pieces. I woke twice with his name

AVA I drove home with his cum still leaking out of me and staining the inside of my thighs. Every red light gave me too much time to think. The second hotel room had felt different from the first. Less like a desperate crossing of a line and more like the start of a pattern. We already had a pattern. That fact sat in my stomach like cold metal. At my apartment I stripped in the bathroom and stood under the shower until the water ran cold. I scrubbed between my legs and watched the evidence of him swirl down the drain. It did not clean anything that mattered. My body still held the memory of how he had lifted me against the wall and pushed into me like he had every right. My cunt still felt open and used. The physical reminders made the guilt sharper. I avoided Sophie’s calls the next day. She left two voicemails and a string of messages about dinner on Saturday. The three of us. The same dinner Roman had warned me about. I stared at the texts until my vision blurred and then replie

AVA I read the message twice in the dark of my bedroom. The words sat on the screen like a dare. Next time I want longer. And I want you to stop looking so guilty when you come. Then I will fuck the guilt out of you until you forget why it is there. My thumb hovered over the keyboard. I could still feel the phantom weight of him from earlier. The way he had kept thrusting after Sophie called. The sharp mix of fear and arousal when he told me she was waiting while he finished inside me. My body had responded even as my mind recoiled. That dual reaction was becoming the pattern of my life. I typed back the only truth I had. I do not know how to stop. His reply came almost immediately. The one about fucking the guilt out of me. I locked the phone and set it face down on the nightstand. Then I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling until my eyes burned. The close call had changed something. Hearing Sophie’s voice while he was still buried in me had made the betrayal immedia

Vivian I stood at the head of the conference table and watched Julian Rhodes realize he had lost. The room was full of investors and board members. Screens still showed the final numbers from the deal I had closed an hour earlier. His company’s offer sat dead on the second page of the summary. Mine was already signed. I kept my voice even as I finished the presentation. Every person in the room followed the data. Julian did not look at the screens. He looked at me. His expression stayed controlled but the muscle in his jaw flexed once. That was the only sign. For a man like him it was the equivalent of someone else slamming a fist on the table. The deal had taken six months. His team had come in heavy with money and pressure. I went around them. I spent weeks with the target company’s founders. I learned what they actually wanted instead of what they said on paper. Then I gave it to them in a structure his people never saw coming. By the time his final bid landed, the founders had