All Chapters of SINFUL PLEASURES (30 Nights of Lustful Seduction): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

JOSH. “Face down. Ass up. Don’t make me ask twice.” Louis’s voice left no room for argument. I obeyed like my body already belonged to him—chest to the sheets, knees spread, the ruined dress still bunched around my waist. Cool air kissed the wet, stretched place he’d opened with his fingers and tongue. My cock hung heavy and dripping between my thighs, so hard it hurt. The click of the lube bottle was obscenely loud. He poured it slow, letting the cold gel drip down the cleft of my ass and over my hole. Two thick fingers pushed back in without warning, spreading the slick, curling once against that spot that made my vision spark. I choked on a moan. “Still think you can walk away after this?” he asked, voice dark with satisfaction. He scissored his fingers, stretching me wider, then pulled free. The empty ache made me rock back toward him like a slut. “Answer me.” “No,” I gasped. “I can’t—fuck—just do it.” The blunt head of his cock pressed against me. Thick. Hot. Bigger than h

JOSH. Alice didn’t leave right away. She stood in the hallway staring at me like she’d never seen me before—Louis’s shirt hanging off my shoulders, hickeys dark on my throat, the unmistakable evidence of what we’d done still sticky on my thighs. Her voice, when it finally came, was quiet and lethal. “Put some real clothes on. We’re talking. Now.” Louis didn’t intervene. He simply leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching me with that same calm certainty he’d worn since the club. I found a pair of his sweatpants, pulled them on, and followed my sister into the living room on unsteady legs. Every step reminded me exactly where he’d been. The ache felt like a brand. Alice turned on me the second the door closed behind us. “Explain,” she said. “Because the version I’m seeing right now is my little brother fucking the man who destroyed me, and I need you to make that make sense before I walk out of here and never look back.” I opened my mouth. Closed it. The truth sat in my th

Chloe’s POV “Karen?”Ryan’s voice came through the half-open office door, low and distracted. I stood in the quiet hallway wearing my twin’s black tailored jacket over the red lace lingerie I’d put on for an anniversary that never happened. The half-mask covered the upper half of my face. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it between my legs.I pushed the door wider and stepped inside.He sat behind a wide oak desk, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, papers scattered. The desk lamp was the only light. It caught the sharp line of his jaw and the way his dark hair fell a little messy over his forehead. Broad shoulders. Quiet intensity. The same man who had handed me a beer at the barbecue last month and told me I looked like I needed someone to actually see me.His eyes lifted and locked on me.For a second he just stared.I closed the door with a soft click and leaned against it.“You’re working late again,” I said, keeping my voice low and close enough to Karen’s that the diffe

RYAN'S POV“What the hell is this?”Karen stood in the middle of my office holding the scrap of red lace between two fingers like it was evidence in a crime scene. Her eyes were sharp, suspicious, the same look she got when she thought someone was lying to her. She had eturned a few mintues after her sister walked out.I kept my voice steady even though my pulse was still hammering from Chloe’s mouth. “I don’t know. Maybe one of the cleaners—”“Don’t.” She stepped closer and dropped the panties on my desk. “I saw something red when I was in here earlier. I thought I imagined it. Then I started thinking about Chloe’s car in the garage and the way you were sweating like you’d just run a mile. So I came back.”Fuck.I could still feel Chloe’s tongue. Still smell her on my skin. My cock twitched traitorously against my zipper at the memory of her under the desk, naked, sucking me while my wife stood three feet away. Guilt slammed into me hard, followed immediately by the filthy want I was

CHLOE “Choose. Her or me. Right now.” Karen’s voice shook with rage, but her eyes kept dropping to the cum still sliding down my thigh, to Ryan’s half-hard cock still wet from me, to the wrecked dining table behind us. Matt stood frozen beside her, face scarlet with embarrassment and something darker he couldn’t hide. The air felt electric, thick with fury, humiliation, and the unmistakable heat of four people who had all been caught. Ryan didn’t answer immediately. His hand stayed on my hip, possessive, thumb stroking like his body had already decided even if his mouth hadn’t. Matt finally found words. “Chloe, for fuck’s sake, cover yourself.” I laughed, short and reckless. “You’re going to lecture me about modesty? You spent our anniversary inside my sister. Don’t stand there playing the offended husband while your cock is already twitching in your pants.” Karen’s head snapped toward him. “You told her?” “She heard you,” I said. “Moaning like you were getting paid for