All Chapters of SINFUL PLEASURES (30 Nights of Lustful Seduction): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

SOFIA'S POV “Come here.” Luca’s voice cut through the dark of the penthouse like a blade. I had been lying awake in the open doorway of my room, thighs still slick from the way he’d left me hours earlier, body strung so tight every shift of the sheets felt like torture. The second he spoke I was on my feet. He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, shirt discarded, trousers open, the thick length of his cock heavy in his fist as he stroked himself once, slow. City lights painted silver across the hard planes of his chest and stomach. His eyes were black with intent. “I told you next time might be against the glass,” he said. “I’m done waiting. Turn around. Hands on the window. Spread your legs.” I walked to him on unsteady legs. The moment I faced the glass he stepped in behind me, heat of his bare chest sealing to my back. One hand dragged the sleep shirt up and over my head in a single motion, leaving me naked. The other pressed between my shoulder blades until my

ELENA“Don’t wait up, Elena.”Alexander’s voice was low, smooth, the same tone he used when he told me to clear his calendar or book a private jet. He stood in the foyer of the penthouse with one hand at the small of another woman’s back, the other adjusting the cuff of his black shirt. The socialite—tall, golden, smelling like money and expensive perfume—laughed softly and leaned into him like she already knew how his mouth would feel between her thighs.I stood three steps back, tablet still in my hand, the confirmation of their eight-thirty reservation glowing on the screen. My black work dress clung to my skin. My thighs were pressed together so tightly it hurt.“Of course, Mr. Kane,” I said. My voice came out steady. Professional. The same voice that had booked every date, every hotel suite, every late-night car for eight months while my cunt throbbed for the man who never once looked at me the way he looked at them.He turned his head just enough that his dark eyes met mine over

ELENA“I want you to erase them,” I whispered. “Every single one. Make me forget they ever put their hands on you.”Alexander’s fingers tightened in my hair. The controlled restraint in him cracked for half a second—just long enough for me to see the raw hunger underneath—before he sealed it away again. His other hand left the desk and settled at my waist, firm, guiding me backward until the edge of the solid wood pressed hard against the backs of my thighs.“Say it again,” he ordered, voice low and calm. “Louder.”“Erase them.” My voice shook. “I don’t want you to stop seeing other women, Alexander. I want you to fuck the memory of them out of me until I can’t remember anyone’s name but yours.”He moved.One smooth step and he had me fully pinned, hips trapping mine against the desk, one hand still buried in my hair, the other braced beside my hip. The thick, hard length of him pressed against my lower belly through the layers of clothing. My empty cunt clenched so hard I whimpered.

JOSH. “You always this quiet, or are you just deciding how hard you want to ruin me tonight?” Louis Kane’s voice slid under the club’s bass like a hand around my throat. Low. Controlled. The kind of tone that made my pulse kick against the high collar of the black dress I had no business wearing. I kept my lashes lowered, the heavy wig framing a face I’d spent an hour softening with makeup. My real jaw still threatened to give me away if the light hit wrong. “Depends,” I murmured, pitching my voice soft and sweet the way I’d practiced in the mirror. “How hard do you usually like it?” His mouth curved. Not a smile. Something sharper. He lifted his glass, eyes never leaving mine, and the ice clicked like a warning. Three months of watching him and I still wasn’t ready for the way that look landed—direct, hungry, like he already owned the next hour of my life. I hated him.
I hated that my sister still woke up gasping his name like a curse.
I hated that my fiancée’s ring sat heavy in

LOUIS. I didn’t let him come. Josh’s cock pulsed hard in my fist, flushed dark and dripping, the head shiny with everything he’d already given me. His hips jerked like he couldn’t stop them. Every muscle in his thighs trembled. I kept the pressure just tight enough at the base to hold him there—right on the edge—while I watched his face fall apart. “Look at me,” I said. He refused. Stubborn even now. His eyes stayed locked on the ceiling, jaw clenched so hard the muscle jumped. The dress was shoved up around his waist, lace ruined, cock fully free and leaking onto his stomach in slow, sticky pulses. I stroked him once, slow, from root to tip, and the sound he made was pure broken need. “You’re not straight,” I told him. “I am.” The words came out raw. “I have a fiancée. I like women. This is—this is just—” “Just what?” I leaned down and dragged my tongue along the underside of his cock, base to slit, tasting salt and the sharp edge of how badly he wanted this. His whole body ar