All Chapters of SINNERS: Forbidden Tastes Better.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

12- DRY HUMPING THE PILLOW TO HIS SCENT.Alaric DeLuca.I dragged my thumb roughly over the sensitive, pulsing ridge of my cock head, smearing the pre-cum as my hand moved in a brutal, rapid rhythm, stroking furiously up and down.The contrast between her innocent, wide-eyed stare in the hallway and the absolute, shameless ruin I had made of her hours prior was driving me over the edge. I imagined pushing her against that marble wall again, ripping the sweatpants off her hips, and burying my entire fullness inside her right there on the cold floor until she sobbed my name into the empty corridor while my son was meters away.My breathing turned into short, harsh gasps. The warm water churned around my moving hand as my stroking pace became frantic, unhinged, and completely devoid of the DeLuca discipline.The tight, electric coil in my groin stretched to its absolute limit, a profound, heavy throbbing starting at the base of my spine. I was right there. My vision began to blur at the

14- "TAKE THEM OFF,”Roxanne Flair.My heels clicked against the marble steps as Alaric and I walked toward the waiting car. Each step felt heavier than the last, like invisible chains wrapped around my ankles, dragging me deeper into something I couldn’t escape. The cool air brushed my bare shoulders, but it did nothing to calm the heat crawling under my skin. Alaric moved beside me, tall, commanding, his presence pulling at every nerve in my body.A guard stepped forward to open the passenger door and slide in. “Stay with the others,” Alaric said, voice low and final. “We’re fine with just the driver.”The guard hesitated only a second before nodding and stepping back. My stomach tightened. Of course. He wanted privacy.I slipped into the backseat first. The leather was cool against the exposed skin of my thigh where the gown’s high slit parted. Alaric followed, his large frame filling the space, the door shutting with a heavy, final click. The driver pulled away smoothly. Soft bl

Roxanne Flair.The smooth glide of the limousine came to a final, elegant halt. Through the tinted glass, I could see the towering glass facade of the venue, swarming with high-society guests and security details.Before I could even attempt to process the painful, throbbing ache between my thighs, the heavy car door was snapped open from the outside by a gala guard in a pristine white-gloved uniform. The crisp night air rushed into the luxurious backseat, chilling the bare, exposed skin of my lower body.I made a frantic move to slide toward the exit, my hands instinctively smoothing down the front of my emerald-green gown, trying to ensure the dangerously high slit didn’t reveal my complete lack of underwear."Remember everything the housekeeper taught you, Roxanne," Alaric’s deep baritone cut through the quiet, a low, commanding rumble that made my spine stiffen. "You are a DeLuca now. Act like it."But that wasn't the words of Mrs. Gable that was ringing on my mind. The exact wor

18: THE ARCHITECTURE OF MALICE 2.Richard.A dark, brilliant idea sparked in my mind, and I instantly smoothed my features into a look of sudden recognition. I slammed my palms together, a loud, sharp snap echoing through the quiet lounge."Oh, Fuck," I breathed, letting out a dry, forced chuckle as I stepped closer to him, wrapping my fingers around his forearm. "I remember now. Fuck it, Lake, her face... it just clicked."Lake’s eyes narrowed, his body leaning into mine. "What? Explain.""You remember that night?" I lied smoothly, my voice dropping into a low, gossipy whisper, my eyes flashing with a calculated venom. "The night you and I had that massive quarrel over the phone, and I told you I was going out to drink my mind away?"Lake nodded slowly, his grip tightening on my waist. "Yeah. I remember. What about it?""I went to that exclusive, underground club downtown," I whispered, weaving the web seamlessly. "I was sitting at the VIP bar, completely out of it, when that exact

20: HE WAS PLAYED TOO.Roxanne Flair.The world blurred into streaks of mahogany and emerald silk as Alaric strode down the corridor, his iron-clad arms locking me against the crushing breadth of his chest. His breathing wasn't the steady, calculating rhythm of a corporate monarch anymore; it was thick, ragged, and heavy with a terrifying, beastly possessiveness. I hammered my fists against his shoulders, but it was like hitting a brick wall. He was entirely consumed by the dark, monstrous jealousy that lurked beneath his tailored suits.He kicked open the door to a private, dimly lit lounge at the very end of the hall, stepped inside, and slammed it shut with his heel.Before I could even scream, his grip loosened and he threw me onto the leather couch. The impact jarred my bones, the heavy silk of my gown flying up around my thighs. I scrambled backward into the cushions, my chest heaving as I looked up. Alaric was already standing over me, his face cast in deep shadow. With a slow