All Chapters of SINFUL PLEASURES (30 Nights of Lustful Seduction): Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

ELARA.“Get out of the car, Elara.”Kael’s voice hit me through the open window before I even killed the engine. Deep. Rough. Like he already knew what I smelled like.I stepped onto the gravel and the night air slammed into my lungs. The pack house glowed behind him, every downstairs light on, shadows moving in the windows. Unmated males. All of them home “for family.” My new stepmother was still upstairs unpacking boxes. I could hear her voice faintly through an open window, talking to someone on speaker about closet space.I had not even shut the car door.The pull hit me so hard my knees almost gave. Heat rolled down my spine and settled between my legs like a live wire. My panties were already damp. I clenched my thighs and pretended I did not feel it.Kael stood ten feet away, black hair falling into gold eyes that were already blown wide. Behind him two cousins and three enforcers who had driven in that afternoon. None of them smiled.“You walked onto our territory the night be

ELARA.“Come here, Elara. The moon is not even up yet and you already ran out of places to hide.”I did not move. The hatch was locked behind me. Dust floated in the single bulb. Kael stood in front of the old trunk, shirt off, gold eyes bright. Two cousins leaned against the beams. Three enforcers waited in the shadows like they had been told exactly where to stand.“I only came up here to sleep,” I said.“No you did not.” Kael’s voice stayed quiet. “You came up here because you thought we were too drunk to climb stairs. We have been planning this spot since your mother said you were moving in.”He held out his hand. I did not take it. He crossed the floor anyway, took my wrist, and pulled me to the trunk. The blanket I had stolen slipped from my arms. He sat and spread his knees and tugged me between them.“Look at me.”I looked. The pull in my belly was worse up here. First moon was hours away and my body already knew I was surrounded.“House rule number three,” he said. “When we f

“You already signed the form?” Lila asked from the kitchen.I stood in their hallway with my shoes in my hand and heard every word.“I signed it this morning,” Mr. Langston said. “No other parent needs to drive you girls around at midnight. I rented the limo myself.”Lila laughed like it was a favor. I pressed my thighs together because it did not feel like a favor. It felt like he had been waiting for a reason to get me in a closed car with no one watching.I had been in this house too many times. I knew the sound of his keys on the counter. I knew how his voice dropped when Lila left the room. I knew I should have stopped coming over after the night I saw him in the doorway of the guest bathroom with his shirt off and his eyes on my mouth.I did not stop.Lila called me into the kitchen. Mr. Langston looked up from his phone. He had on a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled. His eyes went to my legs first, then my face, like he was checking whether I had noticed.“Aria,” he said. “You

“Take them off,” he said again. “Now.”My fingers found the pin. The little white roses came free from my wrist and left a faint red mark where the stem had sat all night. He took them from me before I could set them down and placed them on the dash like he was arranging something he planned to look at later.“Good girl.”The words hit lower than they should have. I had heard him say that to Lila about homework. Hearing it here, with my dress still on and the school lot glowing through the tint, made my stomach pull tight.“Mr. Langston.”“Cole when my hand is under your dress. You can go back to the other one when we walk inside.”I swallowed. “Cole.”He reached for the side zipper. The sound was loud in the quiet car. Cool air touched my ribs, then my stomach, then the lace of the panties I had already ruined in the bathroom stall. He did not yank the dress off. He peeled it down to my waist and left it bunched there so the fabric framed my tits and the wet spot between my legs.“Lo

SADIE. “Sadie, is that Reed’s jersey?” Mom’s voice hit the kitchen before I even reached the table. I had told myself I grabbed it from the dryer by accident. That was a lie I had been practicing since I pulled the heavy mesh over my head in my room and felt the hem hit mid-thigh. “It was in the clean pile,” I said. “I thought it was a sleep shirt.” Mom laughed and flipped a pancake. “You thought a size large hockey jersey with a twelve on the back was yours. Okay.” Reed, my stepbrother did not laugh. He sat at the end of the table in a white T-shirt and sweats, hair still wet from a morning shower, fork paused over his plate. His eyes went to the number on my chest first. Then to where the jersey hung off one shoulder. Then to my bare legs. I sat down across from him because the other chair would have put me next to Mom, and I was not ready for her to see my face. The jersey smelled like his detergent and the faint leftover of his skin. I had slept in it two nights last week