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All Chapters of 100 WAYS TO SIN: Chapter 351 - Chapter 360

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Marcus’s POV I watched her type the message the next evening. Lena sat on the edge of the bed with her phone in both hands. The light from the screen caught the side of her face. She read the reply, then turned the phone so I could see it. Julian had said yes. Tomorrow night. His place. He understood I would be there. Something tight and hot moved through my chest. I had asked for this. I had meant it when the words left my mouth. Seeing the confirmation made the wanting and the hurt sit closer together than I had expected. Lena set the phone down and looked at me. “You’re sure.” “I’m sure.” She reached for me. I let her pull me down onto the bed. We undressed each other without hurry. When I pushed into her she was already wet. I fucked her slow and deep, one hand under her hip, the other braced beside her head. Every thrust felt like practice for what I was about to watch. She came first, quiet and shaking. I followed soon after, holding myself inside her while the image of

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Lena’s POV I drove home with the windows down and the night air cold against my face. Marcus’s headlights stayed in my rearview mirror the entire way. Neither of us had spoken after we left Julian’s building. There was nothing left to explain. I could still feel both of them. The dull, satisfying ache between my legs. The slow leak of cum into my underwear. The memory of Marcus watching while Julian held my hips and moved me on his cock. At the apartment Marcus followed me inside and locked the door. I set my bag down. He stepped in behind me, turned me around, and kissed me hard. His hands shoved under my sweater and found bare skin. I opened for him immediately. He walked me backward to the bedroom, stripping clothes as we went, and pushed me onto the bed. He was already hard. He rubbed the head of his cock through the mess Julian had left and then thrust into me in one deep stroke. The stretch and the filth of it forced a broken sound out of my throat. Marcus fucked me with s

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Marcus’s POV I watched her car pull away from the curb and felt the familiar tightness settle under my ribs. The message from Julian had been simple. Lena had shown it to me before she left. She would stay the night. I would come by in the morning if I wanted to watch them together again before she came home. The arrangement had stopped needing long discussions. It simply moved forward, and I kept choosing to stay inside it. I spent the evening in the quiet apartment. The rooms felt larger without her. I tried to read and gave up. I kept picturing the way she had looked on his couch the last time, the way her body had moved when she came around him, the way she had looked at me afterward like she was still deciding something. The image kept me hard and restless at the same time. I slept poorly. In the morning I drove to his building and sat in the car for a full minute before going up. My pulse was already elevated. I knocked once. Julian opened the door. He was wearing only je

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Lena’s POV I stayed in Julian’s bed after Marcus left. The door closed. His footsteps faded down the stairs. Julian came back to the mattress and stretched out beside me without speaking. His hand settled on my waist, warm and certain. I turned into him and rested my forehead against his collarbone. The quiet felt different without Marcus in the room. Less charged with conflict. More open. “You all right,” Julian asked eventually. “I don’t know.” He did not push. His fingers traced slow patterns along my spine. I listened to his heartbeat and felt the dull, satisfying ache of the morning still between my legs. The sheets smelled like all three of us. I should have wanted to leave. Instead I closed my eyes and let the weight of his arm keep me there. We stayed in bed most of the morning. Julian made coffee later and brought it to me. I sat up against the headboard with the sheet around my waist and watched him move through the small kitchen. The ease of it settled somewhere dee

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Marcus’s POV She came home in the late afternoon. I heard her keys in the door and the soft sound of her bag setting down. I stayed in the kitchen with my hands braced on the counter and waited. Lena walked in and stopped a few feet away. Her hair was still slightly messy. She was wearing a sweater I did not recognize. The sight of it landed harder than it should have. “We need to talk,” she said. I nodded. My throat felt tight. I already knew the shape of what was coming. I had known it for weeks in the way she stayed longer at his place, in the way she looked at me afterward like she was holding two different lives in the same body, in the way the apartment felt larger every time she left. We sat at the kitchen table. The same table where we had once written the rules in clean handwriting. Neither of us reached for the other. The space between our hands felt deliberate. “I’ve been trying to keep this balanced,” Lena said. Her voice was steady. “I can’t anymore. When I’m with

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Claire’s POV I almost turned around in the driveway. The house looked the same as it had the last time I saw it. White siding. Wide porch. The old swing still hanging at one end, moving a little in the cold air. Cars filled the gravel in front of the garage and lined the edge of the yard. Holiday lights framed the windows even though it was still afternoon. Someone had already started cooking. I could smell it the second I opened the car door. I told myself it would be fine. A few days. Family. Food. Enough noise to keep any one conversation from lasting too long. I pulled my bag from the back seat and walked up the steps before I could change my mind. The front door was unlocked. It always was during gatherings. I stepped into the entryway and the warmth hit me first, then the sound. Voices from the kitchen. A television on low in the living room. Someone laughing too hard at something that probably was not that funny. I set my bag down and took off my coat. My aunt appeared f

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Claire’s POV I woke to the sound of voices in the kitchen and the smell of coffee moving up the stairs. For a few seconds I forgot where I was. Then the blue walls came into focus and the weight of the night before settled back into my chest. Noah was in this house. He had slept on the couch. He was probably already downstairs with a mug in his hand, answering questions about work and the weather like nothing about this weekend was complicated. I stayed in bed longer than I needed to. When I finally got up I moved quietly, washed my face in the small bathroom, and changed into jeans and a sweater. The hallway was empty. Downstairs the conversation rose and fell in the easy rhythm of people who had not seen each other in a year. Noah was at the kitchen table when I walked in. He looked up immediately. The same careful expression from the night before. A mug sat in front of him, half empty. My aunt was at the stove. My uncle was reading something on his phone. Two cousins argued so

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Claire’s POV I stayed upstairs longer than I meant to. The blue room felt smaller every time I came back to it. Noah’s scarf still hung over the chair. His bag remained by the wall even though he was sleeping downstairs. I sat on the edge of the bed and listened to the house fill with more voices as the afternoon deepened. Someone put music on. Someone else shouted for extra glasses. The ordinary noise of a holiday gathering moved through the walls while the unanswered question from the truck stayed lodged under my ribs. When I finally went back down, the living room was crowded. Relatives filled the couches and the floor. A football game played on the television with the sound low. Noah stood near the fireplace talking to my uncle, one hand wrapped around a glass. He looked up the second I entered. The contact lasted only a moment before he turned back to the conversation, but the awareness of it settled across my skin like heat. I took a seat on the far end of the couch and a

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Claire’s POV Morning came with gray light and the smell of coffee already moving through the house. I stayed in the blue room until I heard enough voices downstairs to make going down feel safer. Noah was at the table again when I entered the kitchen. Our eyes met for a brief second before I looked away and poured coffee. The charged quiet from the night before still sat under my skin. I took my cup and went to help my aunt with breakfast preparations so I would not have to sit across from him. The day filled itself with errands and noise. A trip to the store with two cousins. Setting up extra folding tables on the covered porch because more relatives were expected for the evening meal. Noah was pulled into the same tasks more than once. We passed each other in the hallway with careful nods. We handed each other serving dishes without letting our fingers touch. The avoidance had its own weight. By late afternoon my nerves felt scraped raw from the effort of it. Evening brought

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Claire’s POV I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes I felt the pressure of his mouth again and the way his hand had tightened at my waist. The kiss played on a loop until the dark of the blue room felt too small to hold it. When the gray morning light finally pushed through the curtains I was already awake, staring at the ceiling with my pulse still unsettled. Downstairs the house woke slowly. I waited until I heard enough movement before I left the room. Noah was not in the kitchen when I entered. The relief was brief and unconvincing. I poured coffee and drank it standing at the sink while my aunt talked about the plan for the day. A late lunch. A walk into town for a few people. Board games later if the weather turned. Ordinary details that felt disconnected from the fact that I could still taste him. He came in from the back porch halfway through my second cup. Cold air clung to his sweater. Our eyes met across the kitchen and held. There was no politeness left in the loo

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