All Chapters of Private Sins : A Collection Of Steamy stories (Erotica): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Lyra learned early that the safest way to survive campus was to stay invisible. She kept her headphones in even when the music was off. She took the long path between buildings. She sat near the front in lectures so she wouldn’t have to pass certain groups on the way out. Most days it worked. Today it didn’t. She was halfway across the quad when she heard her name cut through the afternoon noise. “Lyra.” Not shouted. Just spoken loud enough to carry. The kind of voice that expected people to move out of its way. She kept walking. Footsteps followed, unhurried, and then Kai fell into step beside her like he had every right to be there. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Easy, arrogant posture. The kind of face that got him away with things he shouldn’t. A couple of his friends lingered a few paces back, already watching. “I called you,” Kai said. “I heard you.” “And you kept walking. Rude.” Lyra adjusted the strap of her bag. “What do you want?” Kai’s mouth curved. “You’ve been avoid

By the third day, Lyra had stopped pretending she could outwalk him. Kai was everywhere. Not always close enough to touch — sometimes just at the end of a hallway, on the other side of the quad, leaning against a railing with that same unbothered expression that said he already knew she’d look. Every time she did, heat crawled up her neck and the memory of the practice room and the empty classroom slammed back into her body like a bruise she couldn’t stop pressing. She tried leaving campus the back way after her last class. His car was parked along the side street. Kai pushed off the driver’s door when he saw her. “Get in.” Lyra stopped on the sidewalk. “No.” “You’ve said that a lot.” He opened the passenger door. “Still ends the same way.” “I’m not getting in your car.” Kai’s eyes moved over her face, then down and back up. “You can get in, or I can walk you back through campus with my hand on you where everyone can see. Pick one.” The worst part was that she believed him.

Lyra didn’t try to take a different route this time. There was no point. Kai always found her anyway. After class she walked out the main doors with her bag on one shoulder and her headphones around her neck instead of in her ears, because pretending she couldn’t hear him had stopped working days ago. He was waiting by the bottom of the steps. Not with his friends. Not leaning against a wall like he had all the time in the world. Just standing there, eyes on her the second she appeared, expression stripped of the usual loose arrogance. What replaced it was quieter. Heavier. “Walk with me,” he said. Lyra stopped in front of him. “If I say no?” Kai’s gaze held hers. “You won’t.” She hated that he was right. They walked in silence away from the busiest part of campus, past the library and down toward the older faculty lot where his car was parked under the partial shade of a tree. He didn’t open the door for her. He just unlocked it and waited. Lyra got in. He drove to the same

Iris woke to the ache first. It sat deep between her legs, a heavy, stretched soreness that made the smallest shift of her thighs send a sharp reminder through her body. For a few seconds she kept her eyes closed, hoping the shadowed stone, the strange bedding, and the too-warm air would disappear if she refused to look at them. They didn’t. She sat up slowly. The shelter was quieter than the night before, lit only by thin gray light filtering through gaps in the rock and roots. Her clothes were in a rough pile near the edge of the bedding. When she moved, the dull throb inside her made her jaw tighten. Veyr was already awake. He sat near the entrance with his back partially to her, large frame resting against the stone like he had all the time in the world. Even still, he looked too big for the space. Broad. Powerful. Wrong in a way her mind still struggled to accept. “You’re hurting,” he said without turning. Iris pulled the nearest piece of fabric over her chest. “Because o

Iris waited until she thought he was gone. The shelter had been quiet for a long stretch, long enough that the only sounds were wind moving through the outer trees and the slow drip of water somewhere deeper in the stone. Her body still carried the heavy ache of him from the day before, but under that ache was something worse — a restless awareness that sharpened every time she remembered the size of him, the way he had held her open, the way her own voice had broken when she came around him. She hated that memory most of all. She moved carefully, gathering what little she could use, and slipped toward the entrance. If she could just reach the denser trees, if she could put enough distance between them before he noticed— She made it seven steps past the stone mouth of the shelter. A massive arm hooked around her waist from behind and lifted her clean off the ground. Iris cried out, kicking hard. “Put me down!” Veyr’s voice was low against the side of her head. “No.” “I wasn’t