All Chapters of FILTHY SINS: Chapter 41 - Chapter 45

The private jet’s cabin was a cocoon of dark luxury black leather seats that swallowed me whole, dim amber lighting that made everything feel intimate and dangerous, and the low, constant hum of the engines slicing through the night sky. Outside the windows, Edenfall’s glittering lights had vanished, leaving only endless black. I sat rigid in my seat, hands clasped so tightly in my lap that my knuckles ached. The silk of the forced white dress clung to my skin like a second layer of shame, the hem riding high on my thighs no matter how much I tried to pull it down. Azrael Calderón sat across from me like a king on his throne. Legs spread wide, one powerful arm draped casually over the back of his seat, he watched me with those ancient, unreadable eyes. The tattoos on his neck and hands seemed to shift in the low light symbols of old gods and older blood. He hadn’t touched me since we boarded. He didn’t need to. His mere

Azrael didn’t let me come down. The moment my body stopped shaking from the last orgasm, he flipped me onto my back with terrifying ease, his massive frame caging me against the black silk sheets. His storm-gray eyes burned into mine, dark with obsession and something deeper something that looked almost like worship wrapped in violence. “You feel that?” he rasped, voice rough as gravel, as he dragged the thick head of his cock through my cum-soaked folds. “You’re dripping for me, Seraphina. Your body already knows who it belongs to.” I whimpered, trying to close my legs, but he forced them wider with his powerful thighs, pinning me open. The stretch burned beautifully as he pushed back inside me — slow this time, deliberate, letting me feel every thick inch claiming me again. I gasped at the fullness, my walls fluttering around his girth, still sensitive and s