บททั้งหมดของ Private Sins : A Collection Of Steamy stories (Erotica): บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The forest was too quiet.Lila shouldn’t have taken the shortcut. She knew that the moment the trees closed in around her and the last streetlight disappeared behind her. Her phone had died twenty minutes ago, and the only sound left was her own breathing and the soft crunch of leaves under her boots.She picked up her pace.That was when she felt it.Eyes.Not the small, curious kind. These were heavy. Focused. Hungry.Lila spun around, heart slamming against her ribs. Nothing. Just darkness and the thick scent of pine and rain.“Hello?” she called out, hating how weak her voice sounded.No answer.She turned back and started walking faster, almost jogging now. Her pulse was loud in her ears. Every instinct she had was screaming at her to run.A low growl rolled through the trees.Lila froze.It wasn’t an animal sound. It was deeper. Rougher. Like it came from something that knew exactly what it was doing.Then she heard the footsteps.Slow. Deliberate. Getting closer.She ran.Branc

Lila woke up alone.For a few seconds she just lay there, staring at the dark ceiling, trying to pretend the ache between her legs and the mark on her neck weren’t real. The other side of the bed was still warm. Rylan hadn’t been gone long.She sat up slowly. Someone had left a black t-shirt at the foot of the bed — clearly his. It was oversized enough that it fell to the middle of her thighs when she pulled it on. The fabric smelled like him. Cedar, rain, and something darker that made her stomach twist.She hated that it comforted her.Lila stepped out of the bedroom quietly, hoping she could at least find a phone or a door that led outside. The hallway was long and quiet. Morning light filtered through the tall windows at the end, pale and gray. She made it halfway down the stairs before she heard his voice.“You’re awake.”Rylan was standing in the kitchen, shirtless, wearing only a pair of dark sweatpants that sat low on his hips. His hair was slightly damp, like he’d already sho

Lila woke up before him for the first time. The room was still dim, soft gray light slipping through the gaps in the curtains. Rylan’s arm was heavy around her waist, his chest pressed solidly against her back, one of his legs tangled with hers. Even in sleep, he kept her locked against him like he was afraid she might disappear. She didn’t try to move. The ache between her legs was familiar now. So was the dull throb of the mark on her neck. But something else had settled deeper overnight — a quiet, constant pull in her chest that pointed straight toward the man behind her. It no longer felt foreign. It felt like a second heartbeat. That scared her more than anything he had done. Lila stared at the wall and tried to gather the last pieces of her resistance. She told herself she still wanted to leave. That she still hated how easily her body responded to him. That the bond was something forced on her, not something she had chosen. But the thoughts felt weaker than they had the

Elena woke up to the sound of a shower running.For a few seconds she didn’t move. The bed was too big, the sheets too expensive, and the dull ache between her legs was a brutal reminder of everything that had happened the night before. She turned her head slowly. The other side of the bed was empty, but the pillow still held the faint indentation of Dante’s head.She sat up carefully, pulling the dark sheet up over her chest. Morning light spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bright and unforgiving. The city looked different from up here — cleaner, colder, farther away.The shower stopped.Elena’s pulse picked up.A few moments later Dante walked out of the bathroom with a black towel hanging low on his hips. His hair was damp. Water still clung to his shoulders and chest. He didn’t seem surprised to find her awake. Those cold eyes moved over her once, lingering on the way she clutched the sheet.“You’re up,” he said.Elena didn’t answer.Dante walked to the closet, dropped

Elena woke up alone again.The bed was warm where Dante had been, and the faint scent of his cologne still clung to the sheets. She sat up slowly, expecting the usual ache and the usual cold distance. What she didn’t expect was the sound of water running in the bathroom and the soft knock that came a moment later.Dante opened the door without waiting for an answer. He was already dressed in black pants and a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His eyes moved over her bare shoulders and the marks he had left on her skin the night before.“Come,” he said.Elena frowned. “Where?”“Bath.”She followed him into the bathroom on wary legs. The large marble tub was already filled with warm water and a light layer of foam. Dante tested the temperature with his hand, then looked at her.“Get in.”Elena hesitated. “Why are you doing this?”“Because I want to.” His voice was calm. “Get in.”She stepped into the water and sank down, the heat pulling a quiet breath from her lungs. Dante pulled