Todos os capítulos de SINFUL PLEASURES (30 Nights of Lustful Seduction): Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Jax’s POV “Get in and stay quiet,” Elara hissed, shoving me through the doorway.The on-call room was small, barely bigger than a closet with a narrow bed, a desk, and a single locked cabinet. She followed me in, closed the door, and threw the deadbolt. The attending’s voice drifted closer down the hall, calm and authoritative, asking for the night charts. Elara pressed her back against the door and listened, chest rising fast.“He never comes up this late unless something is wrong,” she whispered. “If he finds you in here with me I’m finished.”I stepped in close, crowding her against the wood. My cock was already hard again from the walk, from knowing my cum was still leaking out of her with every step she had taken. I slid one hand between her legs from the front, cupping her through the scrub pants. The fabric was soaked. She bit her lip hard to keep from making a sound.“You’re still dripping,” I said against her ear. “I can feel it.”She reached down, yanked the drawstring loos

“Not a sound,” Dominic repeated against my ear, his cock still thick and buried inside me. “He cannot know I just filled you.”Marcus’s footsteps moved closer through the front of the shop. Every step made my pulse slam harder. Dominic’s hand stayed clamped over my mouth. His other hand kept my hips pinned to the counter so I could not pull away. Warm cum was already sliding down the inside of my thighs in slow sticky trails. My skirt was still rucked up. My blouse hung open. Chocolate streaked my breasts and the marble. I looked exactly like what I was. A woman who had just been fucked by her fiancé’s brother and was still stretched around him.I nodded once under his palm. He eased out of me with a wet sound that felt too loud. Cum followed in a thick drip. He caught some of it with two fingers and pushed it back inside me, slow and deliberate, while we both listened to Marcus call our names again.“Back here,” Dominic answered, voice steady like he had not just come inside me. He y

Cole.“Stay still or I leave you like this all night.”Her voice cut across the dark water, low and amused. I tested the wet towel looped around my wrists and the cool metal of the pool ladder. The fabric had tightened as it soaked, soft enough not to cut but firm enough that I could not pull free without making noise. Night air moved over my bare skin. The pool lights painted shifting patterns across my chest and the hard length of my cock standing out from the water.Elena floated just out of reach, naked, hair slicked back, one hand trailing lazy circles on the surface. We had come out here after everyone else in the house went to bed. One shared look across the kitchen, one quiet nod, and we slipped through the side gate like we had been planning it for weeks. She was my older brother’s fiancée. The engagement party had ended hours ago. The risk of someone waking and walking out for air sat heavy between us, and that risk only made my pulse hammer harder.“Elena,” I said, voice ro

Cole.“Don’t move,” Elena breathed against my mouth. “Not an inch.”I stayed buried to the root inside her, every muscle locked. Water lapped quietly around our hips. The footsteps on the stone path grew clearer. Slow. Unhurried. Whoever it was had come outside for air or a smoke or to check the lights. My brother’s fiancée had her legs locked around my waist and my cock throbbing deep in her cunt. One wrong sound and everything shattered.Elena’s eyes stayed fixed on mine. She squeezed around me once, deliberate and tight. The wet heat of her made my vision blur. I gritted my teeth and held still while the footsteps paused near the gate.“Who is it?” I mouthed.She shook her head the smallest fraction. Her nails dug into my shoulders under the water. The risk sat between us like a live wire. I could feel her heartbeat against my chest, fast and hard. My own pulse hammered in my cock where it stretched her open.The footsteps started again, closer now. Gravel shifted. A soft cough car

JENNA. “You must be Jenna. Rhys has told me almost nothing useful about you.” Robert’s voice carried low and steady across the small airport tarmac as he pulled me into a brief hug. His body felt solid and warm, broader across the chest and shoulders than his son, the clean scent of his skin cutting through the salt air. Silver threaded the dark hair at his temples. When he stepped back his eyes lingered on the curve of my mouth and the deep line of cleavage my tank top refused to hide for half a second longer than politeness allowed before he looked away and clapped Rhys on the shoulder. “Good to see you, son. The villa is ready. Guest room has fresh sheets.” Rhys grinned like the golden boy he still pretended to be. “Thanks, Dad. Two weeks of quiet. Jenna needed the break.” I smiled and said the right things while the coastal wind pushed the thin fabric of my tank against my braless breasts. Robert noticed. I saw the way his gaze dropped once more before he turned toward the wa