Todos los capítulos de FILTHY SINS: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

My body was still trembling, every nerve on fire from everything they’d already done to me. Cum from both Rhys and Rylan leaked steadily from my swollen pussy, warm and sticky, sliding down my thighs onto the ruined sheets. I could barely catch my breath, my small breasts heaving, nipples raw from their mouths and fingers. My mind was a haze of shame, lust, and that terrifying thrill I couldn’t deny. Rhys stood at the foot of the bed, slowly stroking his thick cock back to full hardness, those storm-gray eyes devouring the mess they’d made between my legs. Rylan lounged beside me, his fingers lazily circling one of my aching nipples, that reckless smirk I both hated and craved playing on his lips. “Round two,” Rylan said, his voice low and husky. “Time to settle this bet properly, brother. Whoever makes her squirt the hardest and loudest gets to decide how we keep her. Permanent toy. Our shared little slut.” Rhys’s eyes darkened with hunger.

Professor Crowe leaned back in the chair across from me, legs spread, one hand lazily stroking the thick outline of his cock through his trousers. His steel-gray eyes never left my body as I sat there on the edge of his desk, blouse open, bra discarded, small breasts exposed and nipples painfully hard under his gaze. “Play with them,” he ordered quietly. “Pinch your nipples. Show me how a desperate little whore entertains her Professor.” My hands trembled as I obeyed. I cupped my breasts, rolling the sensitive peaks between my fingers, pinching just hard enough to make myself gasp. Shame burned through me, but so did a dark, traitorous heat between my legs. I was still soaked from touching myself earlier, my pussy aching and empty. Crowe watched with cold hunger, his hand moving slowly over his bulge. “Pathetic,” he murmured. “Look at you. Top student in my class, always so quiet and proper. And here you are, spreading your legs in my office,

The final class of the semester was packed. Professor Crowe’s lecture hall was filled with students scribbling notes, the air thick with tension as everyone prepared for finals. I sat in the front row like he had ordered, wearing the short plaid skirt and white blouse he’d specified — no bra, no panties. My thighs were already trembling. He had texted me the instructions that morning. Front row. Skirt up. Legs open. Do not close them during lecture. I obeyed. My bare pussy was exposed under the desk, cool air brushing against my soaked folds. Every time Professor Crowe glanced at me, his steel-gray eyes darkened with cruel satisfaction. Halfway through the lecture, he set his marker down. “Miss Voss,” he said calmly, voice carrying through the hall. “Come here. I need your assistance with a demonstration.” My heart stopped. The entire class turned to look at me. Whispers

My back hit the green felt of the pool table with a soft thud that echoed through the silent clubhouse. Dmitri’s hand was still fisted in my hair, holding me in place as he loomed over me like a god of ruin. The bright overhead lights burned down on my exposed skin, illuminating every humiliating detail for his men. Dozens of eyes watched. Hungry. Waiting. The air was thick with smoke, whiskey, and raw masculine anticipation. “Please,” I whispered, voice cracking. “Not here. Not like this. My brother” Dmitri’s grip tightened in my hair, yanking my head back until I gasped. His other hand shoved my dress up to my waist, tearing my panties off in one brutal motion. Cool air hit my bare, already slick pussy and I shivered violently. “Your brother lives only because I allow it,” he growled against my ear, loud enough for the room to hear. “One more word of defiance and I’ll have his fingers sent to you in a

Dmitri stayed buried deep inside me for a long moment, his thick cock twitching with the last pulses of his release. His cum leaked out around him, warm and filthy, dripping down my thighs onto the green felt. I was shaking, chained and exposed, my body still fluttering around his girth as the echoes of my orgasm rippled through me. He finally pulled out slowly, watching with dark satisfaction as more of his cum spilled from my ruined pussy. Then he reached up and freed my wrists from the chains. My arms fell heavily to my sides, wrists raw from the metal. Leo was still forced to watch, eyes wide with horror and something darker he couldn’t hide. His pants were strained, the outline of his erection obvious. Dmitri carried me off the table like I weighed nothing, bending me over the edge again, my upper body pressed against the felt, ass high in the air. His big hand cracked across my ass hard. The sharp sting made my butt bounce, the flesh ji