Todos los capítulos de SINFUL PLEASURES (30 Nights of Lustful Seduction): Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

“Stay close to me.”The demon’s voice was low against Elias’s ear as they stepped through the gymnasium doors. Music hit them first—some slow, syrupy song from a decade ago. Then the lights, the streamers, the sudden hush that rippled outward like someone had dropped a stone into still water.Elias felt every eye.The demon’s hand settled at the small of his back, fingers spread wide, possessive and warm through the thin fabric of his shirt. It guided him forward with lazy confidence, body angled just enough to claim space. In the borrowed human shape it looked devastating—tall, sharp-featured, black shirt open at the throat, eyes that still carried a faint unnatural glow if anyone stared too long.Elias’s pulse hammered. They’re looking. They’re all looking.An old classmate—Marcus, who used to shove him into lockers—froze mid-laugh. The demon’s gaze flicked over, slow and deliberate. Marcus’s smile died. He looked away first.“Good,” the demon murmured, lips barely moving. “They rem

Piper’s POV “Is anyone sitting here?” The voice hits me low and familiar the second the lights finish dropping. Mr. Wilson. My old calculus teacher. The man I used to watch from the third row while my panties grew damp under my uniform skirt. He does not recognize me. He drops into the only empty seat left, right beside mine, and the heat of his body reaches me before the first preview even ends. I keep my eyes on the screen and force my voice to stay light. “No. It is free.” He settles, long legs stretching out, the scent of clean soap and something warmer rolling off him. “Thanks. Packed house tonight.” “Yeah.” That is all I manage. My heart is slamming so hard I am sure he can hear it. Five years. I graduated, left town, told myself the crush would fade. It never did. I still remember the way his sleeves rolled up when he wrote on the board, the low calm of his voice when he explained integrals, the rare smile that made my stomach flip. I used to stay after class just to a

Piper’s POV “Get up. Both of you. Now.” The principal’s voice is pure ice. His daughter stands beside him, eyes huge, mouth open. The flashlight beam does not move. My dress is still shoved up around my waist. Mr. Wilson’s cock is still pressed right against my bare entrance, slick and hard and one breath away from being inside me. The entire theater keeps fucking around us like nothing is happening, wet sounds and moans rolling on, but the light makes our little corner feel like the only place left in the world. Mr. Wilson’s hands tighten on my hips. I feel the fury in him, the sharp edge of being caught by the same man who used to walk the halls of the school where he taught me. I feel my own face burn with shame so hot it almost hurts. Five years of secret fantasies and it ends like this, half naked under a flashlight with the principal and his daughter staring at the exact place where my former teacher is about to fuck me. I scramble off his lap. He tucks himself away with

She didn’t wait for a reply, she sprinted to her bedroom.In the bedroom she sank onto the edge of the mattress, legs shaking, and pressed her face into her hands. The scent of her own arousal clung to her fingers. The fantasy still pulsed behind her eyes—Jax’s voice, Jax’s hands, Jax’s cock stretching her open while she sobbed Daddy into the sheets. The guilt was crushing. The longing was worse. It sat heavy and wet between her legs, refusing to fade, growing sharper every time she replayed the way his gaze had dragged over her naked body like he was already claiming it.She pulled on a robe with clumsy fingers, cinched it tight, and still felt completely exposed. When she returned to the kitchen he was already under the sink, broad back flexed beneath the thin black cotton of his shirt, toolbox open on the floor. He glanced up once as she entered. His eyes flicked to the robe, then lower, as if he could still see through the fabric to the places that remained swollen and slick for h

Mark’s call came at 9:47 p.m., right when the silence in the house had started to feel like a hand on the back of her neck.“Baby, I’m so sorry. Client dinner ran long. They’re flying me out to Austin first thing. I’ll make it up to you, I swear. Just… hang tight, okay?”The apology was polished. Rehearsed. The same soft, distracted tone he used every time the trip stretched. Claire sat on the edge of the bed in the same robe she’d worn for Jax, still smelling faintly of the kitchen and the wet heat she’d left on the floorboards under the sink.“I’m lonely,” she said. The words came out thinner than she wanted. “I need you. I don’t know anyone here. I could do something crazy just to feel… anything. And I love sex, Mark. I miss being fucked like I matter.”A pause. Background noise. Someone laughing too loud.“I know, sweetheart. Look—Jax is on leave this week. He’s always around. Call him if you need company. He’s good people. He’ll keep an eye on you.”The line went quiet for half a