All Chapters of VOWS OF SIN: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

MY BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND STOPPED PRETENDING PT 1.Liam Hayes had been Ethan’s ride-or-die since high school. The guy who slept on their couch after parties, fixed the lawnmower when it broke, and always had Riley’s back when Ethan was being an overprotective asshole. He was twenty-four now, tall, tattooed forearms, perpetual five-o’clock shadow, and a quiet intensity that made Riley’s stomach flip every time he walked into a room.Riley was twenty, home from her second year of college, and tired of pretending the butterflies were innocent.The house emptied out on a humid Friday afternoon. Ethan and their parents left for a week-long family thing upstate on some cousin’s wedding Riley had zero interest in attending.“I’ve got summer classes online,” she’d said.That was a lie. She wanted silence and freedom. She wanted the weekend alone to herself and she felt even happier when she found out Laim will be coming over to keep her company.Liam showed up that evening in a Black T-shirt s

THE AUCTION HOUSE BASEMENT VAULT PT 1Cassandra’s heels clicked against the floor as she moved through the empty auction house. It was well past midnight and the grand halls were silent, the lights were dimmed.At thirty-four, Cassandra carried herself with the same precision she brought to every auction. Her alabaster skin looked even paler under the lights, her platinum hair pulled into a tight bun that left her long neck exposed. The charcoal silk blouse hugged her full breasts and narrow waist, while the matching pencil skirt clung to the curve of her lower body. Diamonds sparkled at her ears and throat.She was here alone because she preferred it that way. The rare private collection had arrived that afternoon, and she wanted to catalog every piece herself before tomorrow’s bidding. She preferred doing this herself with no assistants.The basement vault door stood open. Cassandra stepped inside, the temperature dropping slightly as the climate-controlled air brushed over her skin

CHAPTER 3: THE AUCTION HOUSE BASEMENT VAULT PT 3Grayson reached behind her head and untied the silk pocket square. He pulled the blindfold away. Cassandra blinked against the sudden light, her eyes glassy and unfocused. He left the handcuffs locked around her wrists, still fastened to the steel leg of the display case.Without a word, he unbuckled his belt and opened his trousers. His thick, hard cock sprang free. It was heavy with precum already leaking from it.“Your knees,” he demanded and Cassandra dropped to her knees.He stepped closer and pressed the hot tip against her soft lips.“Open,” he ordered quietly.Cassandra parted her lips. He pushed the head inside slowly, letting her taste the salty precum on her tongue. She sucked him in deeper, her mouth warm and wet around his thickness. Grayson groaned low in his throat as her tongue swirled around the underside of his cock.“That’s it, suck the cock that owns you now baby,” he murmured, voice rough with pleasure.He kept one

THE FIGHT CLUB LOCKER ROOM AT 2 AM PT 3With Remy’s wrists bound tightly above his head using his own fight wraps, Selene turned around on the wooden bench. She positioned herself in reverse cowgirl, her strong back facing him.Her lean, muscled ass hovered just above his thick, throbbing cock. The head of his cock brushed against her slippery, bare pussy lips, coating itself in her wetness.She sank down in one smooth, deliberate motion.Remy’s thick cock pushed inside her tight heat, stretching her open inch by inch. Selene took every bit of him until her ass rested fully against his thighs and he was buried to the hilt. Her inner walls gripped him tightly.A low moan escaped her throat at the full feeling. Remy groaned loudly, his hips jerking up instinctively.The foggy locker room mirror across from them gave a perfect view. Remy could see everything clearly. He watched his own cock disappear repeatedly into Selene’s dripping pussy as she started to move. Her lean-muscled back fl

MIDNIGHT VINEYARD ROWS PT 2The last thread of restraint snapped when Finn pressed Ophelia fully against the wooden trellis, his hard chest pressed into her full breasts, and his hips pinned her hips back.His mouth finally claimed hers in a deep, hungry kiss. Ophelia moaned into his mouth, her lips parting wide as his tongue pushed inside. She kissed him back just as desperately, her hands sliding up his bare back, nails already digging lightly into his skin.Finn’s hands moved with deliberate, aching slowness. He pushed the delicate lace dress down her shoulders. The fabric slid over her pale skin, catching for a moment on her heavy breasts before dropping lower. Her full, heavy breasts spilled free into the cool night air.Her dark pink nipples were already stiff and aching. Finn pulled back from the kiss just enough to look at them. Then his rough, calloused hands cupped both breasts, lifting and kneading the soft, heavy flesh. His thumbs circled her hardened nipples in slow, firm