All Chapters of SINFUL PLEASURES (30 Nights of Lustful Seduction): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Fredrick’s POV “Your call.”I held the quarter out between two fingers and waited. Rita sat close enough that I could feel the heat coming off her bare thigh. Bra and panties. That was it. The camisole was already on the floor with everything else she had lost. My t-shirt was gone too. Jeans and boxers were all I had left.She took the coin. Her fingers brushed mine again. Longer this time. I didn’t pull away.“Heads,” she said.It landed tails. She looked at me and waited.I stood up just enough to push the jeans down my legs. The denim hit the floor with a soft thud. Boxers. Nothing else. The air in the living room felt colder against my skin than it should have. I sat back down. The distance between us on the couch had shrunk to almost nothing.Rita’s eyes dropped. She didn’t hide it as well as she thought. I watched her look at the line of my stomach and the way the boxers sat low on my hips. Then she looked up and tried to smile like this was still casual.“You’re quiet,” she sa

Fredrick’s POV “Don’t move,” I whispered, every muscle locked as the key scraped in the front lock.Rita stayed on her knees, my cock still wet from her mouth, lips shiny and swollen. Headlights had already swept the living room once. A car door had slammed. My heart slammed harder against my ribs than it had in two weeks of numbness. The breakup had left me hollow. This was the opposite of hollow. This was my stepsister’s spit still cooling on my skin while someone stood on the other side of that door.The lock clicked. Then nothing. Footsteps retreated down the porch. A neighbor’s laugh drifted in from the street, followed by another car door and the sound of an engine pulling away. False alarm. Some drunk couple using our driveway to turn around again.I let out a breath I had been holding too long. Rita’s eyes were wide, pupils blown, still looking up at me with my cock an inch from her lips. The fear had not killed the want. If anything it had sharpened it.“Upstairs,” I said, v

LENA’S POVThe water was still running hot when the damn door slammed open next door again.I had been so close. Fingers working steady circles over my clit, two of them already slick inside me, the other hand braced on the tiled wall while the spray hit my back. My orgasm had been right there, coiling tight, thighs shaking, breath coming short. Then the familiar scrape of that back door and the jingle of a dog collar cut straight through the steam and killed it.I yanked my hand away with a frustrated sound that echoed off the tiles. Three mornings in a row this new neighbor had decided sunrise was the perfect time to let his dog out and stomp around like the rest of the block did not exist. Today he had ruined the one private moment I actually needed.I shut the water off hard enough that the pipes protested. Water still streamed down my skin as I stepped out of the tub, grabbed the thin white robe hanging on the hook, and shoved my arms through the sleeves. The fabric clung immedia

KAI’S POVLena stood in her open doorway with the robe shoved down to her elbows and her pierced tits completely bare in the morning light.I should have turned around the second she pushed the fabric off her shoulders. Instead I stayed rooted on her porch, dog leash still in one hand, staring at the silver barbells through her nipples and the way the cool air had made them tight. My cock was already hard enough to tent the front of my sweatpants. Three days of slamming doors and mutual irritation and now this.“You’re going to get us both in trouble,” I said, voice rougher than I wanted. “Put the robe back on.”She ignored me. One hand slid down her stomach and slipped between her thighs under the open robe. I watched her fingers move, slow and deliberate, circling her clit while she kept her eyes on my face. The wet sound was soft but unmistakable. She was still soaked from whatever I had interrupted earlier, and she was making sure I knew it.“You haven’t left,” she said. “That fee

“Say it again.”The voice scraped out of the dark like a blade dragged across stone. Elias’s pulse slammed against his throat. Candles guttered around the chalk circle, throwing restless shadows up the bedroom walls. The air reeked of scorched herbs and his own nervous sweat.He kept his eyes lowered. “I want you to be my girlfriend. Just for tonight. At the reunion dance.”Silence stretched, thick and dangerous. Heat rolled off the thing standing inside the circle—tall, horned, skin the color of old blood, eyes like banked coals. The demon’s wings shifted once, the leathery sound loud in the small room.“A girlfriend.” The word tasted foreign on its tongue. Amusement curled through the low voice, then something darker. “You drag me from the Abyss for a slow dance and a soft pair of hands to hold in front of people who once made you small.”Elias’s cheeks burned. He forced himself to look up. “One night. That’s all I’m asking.”The demon stepped to the edge of the chalk. Power pressed