All Chapters of SINFUL PLEASURES (30 Nights of Lustful Seduction): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

LENA’S POV I was sitting at a corner table nursing a warm glass of champagne and stealing the free Wi-Fi when the bouquet hit me in the chest. I hadn’t even been looking. Phone in one hand, half-listening to some aunt of the bride complain about the chicken, when white roses and greenery smacked me hard enough to nearly knock the glass over. I caught it on pure reflex. The room erupted in cheers and groans. Then the groomsmen noticed. Five of them. Still in their dark suits, ties loose, jackets open. They moved like a pack. The tallest one reached me first. Dark hair, sharp jaw, the kind of controlled stillness that made the air feel thinner. He took the bouquet from my hands without asking. “Looks like you’re next,” he said. Voice low, almost amused. “And we’re all volunteering.” I laughed. “You’re joking.” He wasn’t. The one with the scar through his eyebrow stepped in close enough that I smelled whiskey on his breath. “Name.” “Lena.” “Lena.” He tasted it like he was alre

LENA’S POV Morning light was already leaking through the edges of the curtains when I woke up sore, sticky, and still tied loosely by one wrist to the headboard.Five men slept around me in various states of naked exhaustion. Dominic on my left, one heavy arm across my stomach. Kane behind me, cock soft against the back of my thigh. The others sprawled across the massive bed like they’d fought a war and won.I slipped my wrist free.They stirred when I sat up.Dominic’s eyes opened first. Dark. Still hungry.I swung a leg over his hips and settled my bare cunt right against his half-hard cock. My voice came out rough from last night.“My turn.”Marcus propped himself up on one elbow, scarred eyebrow lifting. “Yeah?”I looked at each of them in turn. “You spent hours showing me how five men can take a woman apart. Now you’re going to learn how I want to be fucked when I’m the one giving orders.”Cole’s dimple appeared. “Bossy. I like it.”Elias just watched, already getting hard again

Rose’s POV My right wrist was still locked to the door handle.Jeff—he had finally given me the name when he climbed back into the front seat and looked at me through the metal grate—drove with one hand on the wheel and the other resting casually on the passenger seat like this was any other night shift. The cuffs rattled every time the cruiser hit a bump. His cum was still warm between my thighs, soaking through the plain cotton panties he had pulled back into place.“You’re quiet, Rose.”I stared at the back of his head. “You know my name.”“I knew it before I lit you up.” He glanced at me in the rearview mirror. Dark eyes. Calm. “Broken taillight on a lonely stretch. Same car every Friday when you leave that little bookstore. You’re predictable.”The words settled like ice in my stomach. This hadn’t been random.He pulled off the highway onto a service road that led into the trees. Gravel crunched under the tires. When the cruiser stopped, the only light came from the dashboard an

Rose’s POV The address led to a second-floor loft above an old print shop.No lobby. No intercom. Just a metal staircase and a door left cracked open. I climbed it in a long coat and nothing else, the plug shifting with every step, a constant thick reminder of the night before. By the time I reached the top my thighs were already slick.Jeff was waiting inside.The space was mostly empty—exposed brick, a wide mattress on a low platform, a single lamp throwing warm light across the floor. He stood near the window in the same dark jeans, shirt discarded this time. The second he saw me he nodded once.“Coat off.”I untied the belt. The coat slid from my shoulders and hit the floor. I stood there bare, the base of the black plug visible between my legs, the red mark from the cuff still faint on my wrist.Jeff’s eyes moved over me without hurry. “Turn around. Bend over. Hands on your knees.”I did. The position left me completely open. He stepped in behind me, gripped the base of the plug

“No. No way. That can’t be right.”Maya’s voice cracked in the thick heat. She stared at Collins’s cock like it had personally betrayed her. Sweat slid down between her bare breasts. Her nipples were tight from the steam and something sharper.“You never looked. Not once. We changed in front of you for years. I sat on your lap in a towel. Ann walked around naked in your kitchen last month and you just handed her a water bottle. Gay guys don’t get hard for that. They don’t.”Collins’s face burned hotter than the sauna. He grabbed the edge of the wooden bench hard enough that his knuckles went white. His cock stayed thick and heavy against his stomach, the head already shiny.“You never asked,” he said. His voice came out rough. “None of you ever asked. You just decided. I didn’t correct you because it made everything easier. You relaxed. You stayed. I liked having you around more than I liked setting the record straight.”Ann covered her mouth with both hands. Her eyes were wide and gl