All Chapters of FILTHY SINS: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The dining room chandelier cast a warm, golden glow over the long mahogany table, but it did nothing to ease the heat still burning between my thighs. Hours after Luca had fucked me raw against the limousine, I could still feel him his thick cock stretching me, his hot cum leaking out of me every time I shifted in my seat. I’d barely had time to shower and change into a short emerald silk dress before dinner. No panties. Again. Because I wanted him to know exactly what I was offering. Father sat at the head of the table, discussing business with two of his captains, his voice a low rumble of power and violence. Luca stood behind me like always, the perfect shadow. But I could feel his eyes on the back of my neck, heavy with everything we’d done. I crossed my legs slowly, the movement making fresh wetness slick my inner thighs. God, I was soaked. Just thinking about his fingers, his cock, had me throbbing.

The air in the abandoned warehouse reeked of sweat, blood, and cheap whiskey. Dim overhead lights swung lazily above the makeshift ring, casting long shadows over the blood-stained canvas. Hundreds of men and a few sharp-eyed women crowded the edges, their roars shaking the rusted beams overhead. This was the Den, where the city’s worst came to bet their lives and souls on bare-knuckle violence. Elowen Voss stood just outside the ropes, her heart hammering against her ribs. At twenty-four, she had learned the hard way that beauty was currency in this world. And tonight, she was the grand prize. Her long, raven-black hair cascaded down her back in wild waves, framing a face with striking silver-gray eyes and full lips that trembled slightly. The outfit they’d forced her into left nothing to the imagination: tiny black sport shorts that barely covered the generous curve of her ass, riding up with every shif

The roar of the crowd faded behind them as Riven dragged Elowen through a narrow side door into the club’s dimly lit back corridors. His grip on her wrist was firm but not bruising yet. Blood still streaked his knuckles and chest, making the hard lines of his tattooed torso look even more savage under the flickering bulbs. Elowen’s heart raced, her bare feet stumbling to keep up with his long strides. The tiny shorts were soaked between her thighs now, her arousal impossible to ignore after the public humiliation and the sight of him destroying Jaxor Veyl. He kicked open the door to a small, sparse room little more than a cot, a metal table, and a single chair. The second the door slammed shut, Riven spun her around and pressed her back against the cold wall. “Finally,” he murmured, emerald eyes devouring her. One big hand caged her throat lightly while the other traced the curve of her hea

The crowd’s roar hit them like a physical wave as Riven dragged Elowen back into the blood-stained ring by her wrist. Her legs were still shaky from the brutal fucking in the back room, and thick globs of his cum were already leaking down her inner thighs. The tiny shorts were gone Riven had ripped them off before they even stepped through the ropes. Harlan’s voice boomed over the speakers. “The Reaper claims his prize! Right here, right now!” Hundreds of eyes devoured her naked body her heavy DD tits bouncing with each step, her soaked pussy glistening under the harsh lights, cum and her own juices streaking her legs. Elowen’s face burned with shame, but her cunt throbbed with fresh need. Riven shoved her down onto the canvas, right in the center where the blood was still wet. He towered over her, cock already rock-hard again and jutting obscenely from his open shorts. “On your hands and knees, my little cu

I returned the following week with shame burning in my chest and two small items hidden in my purse: a condom and a small bottle of lube. The thought of bringing them made me feel cheap, like I was preparing for something transactional. But Judge Alaric Voss held my brother’s life in his hands, and I refused to leave anything to chance. If protection kept this arrangement from spiraling into something even more dangerous, then so be it. My hands shook as I knocked on the door again. “Enter.” The same low, commanding voice. The same dimly lit chambers that now felt like a confessional for my sins. I stepped inside, closing the door behind me with a soft click that sealed my fate once more. Judge Voss was already seated behind his desk, shirt sleeves rolled up,eyes tracking my every movement like a predator. He looked even more imposing tonight, silver threads in his dark hair cat