All Chapters of Sin-hub: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Zane,” Sofia’s voice is enthusiastic. “I knew you’d come to clear your name. Whores like her…” There’s a crack in her voice, she stops talking.Even in his silence, he roars. His jaws harden, eyes go smoky cold, corner of his lip etches in a nasty smirk. The stone-cold silence causes Sofia to step off my face. The pressure releases for a moment but returns with an insane headache. I stay quiet on the floor, perhaps too broken to move, or needing Zane more than I can acknowledge. “I was just trying to look out for you.” She cries, restlessly shifting on her feet.Not saying a word since he came, he slowly squats to my level, slips a hand underneath my head, and helps me up. I make it easy for him, and lean on his chest the minute he lays me there. The terrifying look in his eyes has melted to something soft. Warm.Gently, he swipes at the spot he boot had marched, brushing off the dust. He sweeps down to my chin, and his thumb lingers on my lips. Knowingly, I let my lips part, and

“Are you a fucking sex doll?” Roy frowns, a mix of exhaustion and anger in his tone. “Even machines get tired, Sheryl. Take a break.” He ignores her and walks to the king-sized bed.Sheryl forces a smile as if his words didn't hurt her. Now, she’s made to look like a cheap slut begging for sex when it’s the other way around. “We’ve not fucked me for ages—”“Ages?” He laughs and grabs his phone. “Suddenly you don't remember screaming last week.”Sheryl looks down, hiding the red blush scalding her cheeks. If she were to be honest, she was begging him to get it right for once. “So what now? We’re counting days?”“Yes, if it means you getting help. Look,” he sits upright, ready for his endless sermon. “I work day and night to give you the lifestyle you deserve. A cruise party and a limo don't cost peanuts!” “I don't want…” She stops herself from saying the sentence. The last time she said it, he called her ungrateful. Tears well up in her eyes. If she could trade her luxury cars for a

Sheryl halts in front of Clyde’s office, her shaky fingers dance around the office file she’s holding, and clutch it tightly to her beating chest.“You can't possibly trust him!” The nagging voice in her head gets louder. It's been haunting her since she laced Roy’s drink and got him to sign a retraction just before he dozed off. “You can get the latest sex toy!”Against her wish, her body remembers his touch, the way he licked her feet like she was a goddess… the vivid traces of his fingers on her folds.“Uh…” A reckless moan slips out, her body jolts from the wave of contraction, and stupidly, her legs clap as if stopping Clyde’s imaginary hand from fingering her pussy. No dildo will make her feel worshipped, make her orgasm by simple whispers and grazing. “No, no…” She shakes her head, fighting the idea of falling into this sexually woven trap of his. She takes a step back to walk away, only to have her ass pressed against a stoic frame. Her body freezes, mouth parts, with her b

Roy bursts in, hot rage coursing through his veins. His eyes swiftly sweep Clyde’s office, sniffing the thick layer of sin in the air… and an oddly familiar scent. As if sniffing in deeply to clear his delusion, he inhales again and again, and shuts his eyes when it hits, his son is fucking his wife. His bold emotions shift between anger from his son not submitting the proposal, to pain from the same nasty son banging his wife.“Where is she?” His voice is small, but deeply laced with hurt. Clyde smacks his lips, acting as unbothered as ever. His flaccid cock is in his pants as he stands over the pool of Sheryl’s creampie that leaked down her feet. “Who?” There’s a moment of hesitation as if he’s doubting himself even after deeply sniffing. It's like hoping against hope that he is wrong, but the evidence is too clear to ignore.“My wife.” He groans, holding back from releasing the emotions that may drown both of them. Clyde arches his eyebrows in a little frown. “Uh…” Clyde spots

“Oh, good.” Clyde roughly packs her hair in a loose ponytail as he thrusts into her mouth, shoving deeply to the back of her throat. Shery’s hands steady flat on his thighs, her head bobs back and forth, blowing his cock, feeling the tickling sensation at the back of her throat itch harder. “Open,” he yanks her hair down, repositioning her, and shoving his length down her throat. “Ah…” She gags, mouth wide open with his cock filling her up. Thick knots of saliva roll down her throat, she pulls back, breathless, almost slipping down the stairs.“Come here.” Still grabbing her hair, he drags her further in, his fully-erect cock in her face, angrily coated with her bubbly saliva that drips down with each movement. “Fuck…” She swallows the thick balls about to choke her, and sucks in a gush of cool air, finding her sanity. Her jaws are weak, freaking stretched to their limits, mouth aches, and her throat itches from the non-stop poking. “Come on, come on…” He taps her cheeks, rainin