All Chapters of DIRTY ADDICTION: Short Filthy Stories : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 1Marie’s POVI woke up slowly in my old bedroom at my parents’ house, the kind of place that still smelled like faded lavender soap and old worries. Sunlight slipped through the thin curtains and hit my bare legs tangled in the sheets. Twenty-one, fresh out of hospitality school, and already feeling the weight of everything crashing down. Dad’s business had gone under last year, leaving us buried in bills that made my stomach twist every morning. Mom tried to smile through it, but I could see the strain in her eyes. I needed this job on the Trans-Europa Express more than air. The junior hospitality coordinator sounded fancy, but it was my ticket out of scraping by and sleeping in a room that reminded me every day how close we were to losing it all.I stretched under the covers, my tank top riding up over my stomach. My nipples tightened against the soft fabric from the cool morning air, sending a little spark straight between my thighs. God, I was horny even now, half-as

Chapter 3Marie’s POVThe mechanical alert kept blaring through the train cars and my body was still buzzing from Ronan’s words in the dining car. I grabbed my service tablet and headed toward the rear trying to look professional even though my thighs were slick and my mind kept replaying how his cock had felt pressed against me. Ronan fell in step right behind me without asking. His presence filled the narrow corridor, his taller frame making me feel small in the best way.“What are you doing?” I asked, glancing back at him as we moved through the swaying mountain pass. The train rocked harder around the curves and I had to brace my hand on the wall.“Following you” he said calmly and steady like nothing could rattle him. “You look like you could use some help with whatever this is and I don’t mind getting my hands dirty. Besides, I like being close to you.”His maturity hit me again that quiet confidence of a man who had lived more years than me and knew exactly how to handle tro

Chapter 5Marie’s POVI stared at that photo of myself in Ronan’s briefcase, my hands shaking as the train rattled through the luggage car. The forged documents scattered around us looked official and dangerous and my stomach twisted hard. “What the fuck Ronan? You had pictures of me weeks before I even stepped on this train? Explain yourself right now or I swear I’ll scream for security.”He closed the briefcase fast and pulled me closer, his big hands firm on my waist. His body still radiated heat from how we had fucked minutes earlier and even now with danger creeping in my pussy gave a needy throb. “Listen to me Marie. I didn’t pick you at random. Your internship last year at that hospitality firm you worked at the one handling corporate events. You logged details on a prototype transfer. A small data drive disguised as a guest gift. You handled it without knowing what it was. That prototype is worth millions in the wrong hands and it’s hidden somewhere on this train. I boa

Chapter 2 Taylor’s POV“Shit, I need to shake this off before I do something stupid,” I said under my breath, still feeling the heat from Alex’s stare on my skin as I stepped into the thickening morning crowds. The fair was waking up fast, music drifting from somewhere ahead, mixed with the sweet greasy smell of pastries and strong coffee. My sundress stuck lightly to my back from the growing warmth and the way my body kept remembering last night. Every step made my sore pussy rub against itself, that raw ache mixing with fresh slickness. I was still bare underneath and the secret made my nipples stay tight against the thin fabric.I spotted a juice stand with bright oranges stacked high and paused, ordering a large cold one with extra ice. The cold cup felt good in my hand as I took a long sip, the tart sweetness hitting my tongue. That’s when Alex appeared right beside me, leaning on the counter like he belonged there.“Make that two,” he told the guy behind the stand, then t

Chapter 4 Taylor’s POV“You’re making this really hard, Jake,” I said, my voice coming out breathier than I meant it to as we sat on that lakeside bench. The waves kept lapping at the shore and the distant fair music mixed with laughter, but all I could focus on was how close his thigh was pressed against mine. My sundress had ridden up a little and the bare skin where we touched felt electric. After everything last night with both of them, sitting here alone with Jake made my body wake up all over again.He turned toward me, that confident look in his eyes. “Good. Because I’ve been thinking about you all day. The way you took us both last night, moaning between us, your pussy squeezing so tight. I can still hear it.” His hand moved to my knee, sliding up slowly under the hem of my dress. “Seeing you here after that… it’s pulling me right back in.”I didn’t pull away. Instead I shifted closer, my breath catching when his fingers brushed higher up my inner thigh. “We shouldn’t. A