All Chapters of Sweet Sins : Steamy Collections : Chapter 41 - Chapter 47

Zane used the rope to guide Briella up from her knees. Her legs felt unsteady after coming so hard and then staying on the floor of the car for so long. He pulled her forward until she straddled his lap again, her bound wrists resting between them against his chest. His cock, still wet from her mouth, pressed against her stomach.“Look at me,” he said.Briella lifted her eyes. Her lips were swollen and shiny. The collar sat snug around her throat. She looked wrecked in the best way, pupils still wide from the orgasm he had forced out of her with his tongue.Zane reached between them and guided the head of his cock to her entrance. He didn’t push in yet. He just held her there, letting her feel how hard he still was, how much he wanted her.“You’ve been so good for me tonight,” he said quietly. “Letting me tie you. Letting me make you wait. Taking my mouth and then giving me yours. Now you’re going to take all of me.”Briella’s voice came out soft and needy. “Please, Zane. I need you i

The morning light filtered through the curtains, but the apartment was still wrapped in the kind of heavy, sticky silence that only follows a long night of sex. My body ached in the best way—thighs sore from being spread wide, my pussy tender and swollen from taking Ethan raw. I lay on my stomach, cheek pressed to the pillow, still tasting the faint salt of his skin on my lips from the last kiss we’d shared before he finally rolled off me and collapsed beside me.He hadn’t left. That was new. His hand rested possessively on my bare hip, thumb stroking slow circles like he was already thinking about claiming me again. My step-dad. My Ethan. The man who’d married my mom two years ago and somehow turned my innocent world upside down in one night.“Morning, baby girl,” he murmured, voice gravel-rough from sleep and last night’s moans. He pressed a lazy kiss between my shoulder blades, then lower, tracing the curve of my spine with his tongue until I shivered.I rolled over, pushing myself

The living room was still wrapped in golden afternoon light, but everything felt different now. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, my skin glistening from the shower, and my step-dad sat on the couch like he owned every inch of it—because he did. Ethan Blackwood, my step-father, looked up at me with those dark, hungry eyes and crooked a finger.“Come here, baby girl.”My heart slammed against my ribs, but I didn’t hesitate. I walked over on shaky legs, the towel barely covering anything, and stopped in front of him. He pulled me down into his lap, one arm wrapping around my waist while the other hand slid under the towel and cupped my bare pussy possessively.“Lesson six,” he said, voice low and commanding, lips brushing my ear. “You don’t speak unless I ask you a question. You answer only when I say ‘yes’ or ‘no.’ Understood?”“Yes, Ethan,” I whispered, already wet again.He smiled against my neck, then kissed me slow and deep. Our tongues slid together in that filthy

The house was quiet after the kids were asleep. I could hear the soft tick of the clock in the hallway and the distant hum of the refrigerator downstairs. My sister-in-law Rachel had texted me earlier that afternoon: “Come over. Need to talk about that bedroom issue we keep ignoring.” I’d laughed it off at first—thought it was another one of her little complaints about the plumbing or the kids’ room—then typed back a casual “On my way.” Now I stood on her front porch, beer in hand, heart already picking up its pace for reasons I didn’t want to name.I knocked. The door opened almost immediately, and there she was: Rachel, in nothing but a thin, silky robe that clung to every curve like it had been painted on. The fabric was barely long enough to cover the tops of her thighs, and the way it parted at the neck showed the deep valley between her full breasts. Her hair was loose and tousled, falling past her shoulders, and those dark eyes—eyes I’d only ever seen soft or tired—l