Semua Bab FILTHY SINS: Bab 41 - Bab 50

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

The Cellar The blindfold was still tight around my eyes when the heavy metal door slammed shut behind us. I couldn’t see anything, but I could feel everything the damp chill of concrete under my bare feet, the faint metallic scent of rust and old blood in the air, and the terrifying presence of the man who had taken me. Silas Kane. The quiet enforcer. Everyone in the city knew his name, even if they’d never seen his face. He was the shadow that cleaned up the Family’s messes. The one who made people disappear without a trace. And now he had me. I was twenty-three. A bartender. A nobody. Until I saw something I shouldn’t have the wrong man’s face during the wrong deal. Now I was payment. Collateral. A toy for the enforcer to break in his soundproof basement. “Walk,” Silas said. His voice was low, calm, almost gentle. That made it worse. His large hand r

The chains were tighter this time. Silas had left me spread-eagle on the metal bed for what felt like hours, my wrists and ankles locked to the corners, legs forced obscenely wide. The room was cold. The padded walls absorbed every sound, every whimper, every desperate breath. I was completely naked, my body still trembling from the previous session, my pussy swollen and leaking from the overstimulation he’d forced on me. I hated how much I needed him already. The heavy door opened with a metallic groan. Silas stepped inside, shirtless, his powerful body illuminated by the single overhead bulb. Tattoos covered his chest and arms like dark scripture. He moved with that terrifying quiet grace, closing the door behind him. The lock clicked like a final judgment. He didn’t speak at first. He simply stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at my exposed, dripping body. His black eyes drank in every detail — my hard

The Spark The limousine’s tinted windows barely hid the city lights blurring past as we sped through the rain-slicked streets of Edenfall. I sat in the back seat, legs crossed, the short black dress riding high on my thighs, my fingers tracing lazy circles on the leather. I was bored. Spoiled. And dangerously aware of the man sitting across from me. Luca Moretti. My father’s most trusted bodyguard. He was a wall of stoic muscle 6’4”, broad shoulders, dark hair cut short, and eyes like black ice that never missed a thing. Tattoos peeked from beneath his crisp black shirt, hints of violence and loyalty inked into his skin. He was in his late thirties, quiet, deadly, and completely off-limits. I had been teasing him for months. A lingering touch when he helped me out of the car. A short dress with no panties when I knew he’d be driving. Whispered “accidents” where I’d brush against him in th