All Chapters of Contracted sin: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Serena stood alone in the grand living room of the Vitale mansion, the silk robe she wore doing almost nothing to hide her body. The sheer black material was so delicate it was almost transparent under the low lighting. It clung to the full, heavy swell of her breasts, the outline of her hardened nipples clearly visible. The robe barely reached the middle of her thighs, and every time she moved, it opened just enough to reveal the smooth skin between her legs she wore nothing underneath. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, still slightly damp from her shower. Her green eyes were frustrated. She looked like the trophy wife she was supposed to be. Donato was gone again. Probably deep between one of his mistress's legs somewhere in the city, fucking his favorite mistress while his wife waited at home like a good little ornament. Serena’s fingers trailed slowly down her body, brushing over her breasts, then lower, teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She was already

Serena laid across the expensive carpet, her body weak and trembling in the aftermath of yet another powerful orgasm. Her skin was slick with sweat, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. Between her legs, she was sore, swollen, and still leaking Damien’s cum in slow, warm trails that ran down her inner thighs and onto the floor. The marks he had left on her body were already blooming dark hickeys on her neck and breasts, fingerprints on her hips, and red handprints on her ass from how roughly he had gripped and spanked her during their frenzied fucking. She felt completely wrecked. Every inch of her body ached in the most delicious and shameful way. Her nipples were still hard and sensitive from his biting and sucking. Her pussy throbbed with a deep, satisfying soreness, and she could still feel the warmth of his release inside her. The taste of him lingered on her tongue from their earlier kisses. She had never been fucked so thoroughly, so possess

Serena stepped out of the gala into the cold New York night. The city lights looked fuzzy as she got into the waiting car. Her heart was still beating fast from meeting Donato. She had done everything right. She looked beautiful, acted cool, and stayed out of reach. She told him no. She sat back in the seat and closed her eyes. The red dress felt heavy on her skin. She could still feel Donato’s hand on her waist and his warm breath near her ear. He was just as she thought strong, scary, and always gets what he wants. But tonight she made him want something he could not have right away. A small, cold smile came to her lips. The game had begun. Across the city, Donato was not smiling. He sat in the back of his black SUV. One hand rested on Sofia’s leg as the car drove fast through the streets. Sofia was his favorite girl right now. She was on her knees between his legs. Her mouth was busy sucking his cock. “Take it deeper,” Donato said in a low, hard voice. He pushed her head do

Serena stared at the message on her phone for what felt like an eternity. The screen’s blue light carved sharp shadows across her face her dark apartment, showing the faint tremble in her fingers. The words burned into her retinas: Donato: Tonight. My place. 8pm. Don’t make me wait. Her thumb hovered over the keyboard, trembling with the urge to type a single, defiant “no.” She wanted to throw the phone across the room, watch it shatter against the wall, and scream until her throat bled. She wanted to run far away from this city, from this nightmare she had willingly walked into. But she couldn’t. This wasn’t just a game anymore. It was a plan she had spent years crafting in the shadows . She typed back with shaking fingers, each letter felt like a small betrayal of her soul. Serena: I’ll be there. The phone hit the bed with a soft thud. Serena stood for a moment, then walked to the bathroom like a woman heading to her execution. She stripped off her clothes piece by piece

The Grind and the Gaze Serena’s alarm screamed like a goddamn banshee at 6:45 a.m., and she fucking hated it. She smacked the phone so hard it skittered across the nightstand, then lay there cursing under her breath, staring at that ugly water stain on the ceiling that mocked her like a middle finger from the universe. The apartment smelled of yesterday’s takeout and damp laundry that never quite dried right. One bedroom, a kitchen that doubled as a fucking war zone when she tried to cook, and a shower that spat lukewarm water like it was personally offended by her existence. She dragged herself up, tits bouncing free under an old tank top as she shuffled to the coffee maker. While it hissed and spat, she scrolled her feed some billionaire prick jetting off to his private island again, another influencer bitch posing naked on a yacht with captions about “self love” that cost more than Serena’s yearly rent. “Eat shit, you cunts,” she muttered, pouring in the oat milk so hard it spla