All Chapters of SURRENDER TO SIN: Nights of Temptation : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Bent Over In The Livery That night Bella walked into Roman’s bedroom with her heart beating hard. The room was large, had a big bed with dark sheets, soft lights, and windows that showed the night city. She still wore the short black maid dress and her ass still felt warm from the spanking earlier.Roman stood by the window. He had changed into loose black pants, still shirtless, and he turned when she came in.“Take the dress off,” he said.She froze. “Why?”“Because I want to see what's mine.”The anger was beginning to feel like a normal occurrence now. She wanted to refuse, instead, her hands moved to the zipper, then the dress fell to the floor. She stood in only the white panties and the apron still tied around her waist letting Roman’s hungry eyes move over her body slowly. “Panties too.”She pushed them down, now naked except for the apron which hung in front of her pussy. Roman walked over, tugged the apron string, and let it drop. Then his hand cupped one breast, one thumb

The days she spent in the penthouse were like a blur of events. Bella woke in Roman’s bed every morning, most of the time, his cock would be hard against her thigh. Most mornings he pulled her under him before she was fully awake and pushed into her slow and deep while the city light grew outside the windows. She would come then put on the short black maid dress and start the day.She cleaned, she cooked, he found her, he fucked her. In the kitchen, against the windows, on the thick living room rug. Once he bent her over the grand piano and took her from behind while her hands pressed the silent keys. She still told him she hated him and he still made her come until the words turned into moans.One afternoon the penthouse was quiet as Roman had gone out for a meeting. Bella finished the bathrooms and walked toward his office. She had cleaned it many times but never looked too close. Today something pulled her inside. The big desk, the shelves of folders, and the locked drawers she had

First TasteThe papers sat between them on the ebony table like something that neither of them wanted to pick up first, and the rain outside the tall office windows made the whole room feel smaller than it really was. Daniel leaned back in his chair and watched Leyla sign her name with the same steady hand she always used when she was about to take something he wanted. They had been rivals for years, fighting over the same contracts and investors, and the idea of a fake marriage still felt strange, even after the lawyers explained how it would help them win the big government deal that required a stable public image. “This is only business,” Leyla said as she set the pen down and looked straight at him, her voice calm but still taking on that sharp edge that always made him want to push back. “Six months, maybe less if we finish the project early, and then we go back to competing like before. No need for feelings, or complications.”Daniel nodded once, though the way her full lips mov

So DeepIt finally became a pattern that dropped on them like a secret neither of them wanted to talk about, and by the end of the week Daniel no longer pretended he would stay awake to stop it. Every night Leyla’s mouth found his cock in the dark with the same slow hungry rhythm, her lips tight and wet while she took him deeper than most people could manage, and every night he let the sheet fall away so he could watch her do her thing. The wet sounds of her sucking filled the bedroom, mixed with the low groans he could no longer hold back, and when the need grew too strong he pulled her off, spread her thighs, and pushed into her tight pussy until the bed creaked under the force of his thrusts. She stayed compliant and open under him, her full breasts moving with every hard stroke, and the way her walls squeezed around him always pushed him over the edge faster than he wanted. He came deep inside her more than once that week, filling her while she slept on, and each morning she woke

Tied UpThe final investor call ended later than planned, and the two of them drove home in silence. Streetlights slid across the windshield while Leyla sat with her legs crossed and her hands folded in her lap, the same calm expression she always wore during business talks still in place. Daniel kept his eyes on the road, yet every few seconds his mind returned to the way her hand had reached for him first the night before and the skill of her fingers around his cock. The silence inside the car stretched until he could no longer hold the question back. “Leyla,” he said, “I need to ask you something and I want a real answer.”She turned her head toward him, one eyebrow slightly raised. “What is it?”“The nights,” he said, keeping his gaze forward. “Every night your mouth finds me. Every night I fuck you until I come inside you, and every morning you look at me like none of it happened. Is that really sleep, or have you been awake the whole time?”The silence that followed was long eno