All Chapters of Sins Of The Flesh: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Layla's POV. Two weeks had passed since I had tried, and failed to step away. The rules had returned with a vengeance, stricter and more possessive than before. Marcus no longer asked, he simply took. Every morning began with a naked inspection in the kitchen, followed by a deep, deliberate creampie before I left for campus. The silicone plug was back, sometimes replaced by a larger one that kept me constantly full and aware of his cum trapped inside me. At night, he fucked me in every room of the house — the living room couch, the kitchen counter, even once bent over my Mom's vanity while I stared at my own flushed reflection. My body had begun to change in subtle but terrifying ways. My breasts felt heavier, more sensitive. My nipples stayed perpetually tight and ached when fabric brushed against them. I was hornier than ever, waking up in the middle of the night slick and throbbing, often grinding against Marcus’s thigh until he woke up and fucked me back to sleep. Food tasted d

Layla's POV.The bedroom door swung open, and my Mom stood in the doorway with her carry-on bag still in hand, a tired but excited smile on her face that froze the instant she took in the scene.Her husband, Marcus was kneeling naked between her daughter’s spread legs on their marital bed. I was completely exposed: five months pregnant, my rounded belly gleaming under the soft lamp light, my heavy breasts swollen and leaking, my thighs slick with fresh cum that was still dripping from my well-fucked pussy.Mom's face drained of color, the bag slipped from her fingers and thudded to the floor.“What… the fuck… is this?” Her voice cracked on the last word, her eyes darting between Marcus’s glistening cock, my swollen belly, and the obvious evidence of what we had just been doing.I tried to close my legs, but Marcus’s strong hands held my thighs open, his grip firm and unyielding. His cock twitched visibly against my inner thigh, still semi-hard and coated in our combined fluids.“Elena

Eden's POV. The snow fell so thick it felt like the world was trying to bury us alive.I stood at the cabin window, my arms wrapped tightly around myself, watching the flakes swirl against the glass. The storm had started yesterday afternoon and showed no signs of stopping. Power had gone out hours ago, the only light came from the fireplace and a few emergency candles flickering on the mantel.This was supposed to be a quiet week at the family cabin to sort through Dad and Mom’s things after the funeral. Instead, it had turned into a nightmare of isolation… and him.Kane... My stepbrother.He was in the kitchen behind me, chopping wood he’d dragged in from the porch. The rhythmic thunk of the axe against the block sent little jolts through my body every time it landed. I didn’t need to turn around to know how he looked — tall, broad-shouldered, dangerous in that quiet, coiled way. Twenty-eight years old, freshly discharged from the military after something he refused to talk about.

Eden's POV. My body was still trembling from the orgasm when Kane pulled his fingers from between my legs and licked them clean like it was the most natural thing in the world. I lay beneath him on the couch, my chest heaving, my legs spread, my leggings and panties pushed halfway down my thighs. The firelight danced across my bare skin, highlighting every inch of my exposed body. I felt raw, vulnerable, achingly empty now that his finger was gone. Kane hovered over me, his broad shoulders blocking out most of the light. His steel-gray eyes were dark with lust, but there was something else there too, something possessive and almost tender that made my heart stutter. “You’re shaking,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my damp forehead. “Was that your first time coming for someone else?” I nodded, too embarrassed to speak. My cheeks burned. I had touched myself before, of course, but nothing had ever felt like this. Nothing had ever made me fall apart so completely. Kane

Eden's POV.I was deep in a dream when the knocking started.In the dream, Kane was inside me again, moving slow and deep, whispering that he was going to keep me pregnant forever. His hand rested on my belly, which was already swelling with his child. I felt safe, wanted, owned.Then the sound cut through the haze, three sharp knocks against wood.My eyes flew open.The loft bedroom was dark, lit only by the faint glow of the dying fire downstairs. Kane’s heavy arm was draped over my waist, his naked body curled protectively around mine from behind. His cock rested soft and warm against my ass, and I could still feel the sticky remnants of his multiple loads leaking from between my thighs.The sound came again, louder this time. Definitely real.My heart slammed against my ribs. Who the hell would be knocking on the cabin door in the middle of a blizzard at... I glanced at the old wind-up clock on the nightstand... almost 3 a.m.?I sat up slowly, careful not to wake Kane yet. The col