All Chapters of Sinful Confessions: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Mandy's POV. “No,” I fired back immediately. Tasha’s brows furrowed, crossing her arms, “oh don't act so stern, you know it's going to help. Plus, who's going to find out?” God, this lady was going to be the end of me. She knew I was morally inclined, and doing things like going to clubs or having one night stands were a no-no for me. Especially since I was a married woman. I still loved Derek and I was definitely not going to ruin my marriage because I wasn't getting good sex. “You do realize I'm married right?” I reminded her, wiggling my finger in her face. She scoffed, “well, a marriage to a man who's not fucking you really well is no marriage in my opinion. Keep that ring in your purse or something,” she threw a hand in the air like the ring didn't matter. “So you think cheating solves this problem? No way Tasha. You know I'm not that person,” I pushed my chair away from my desk, shaking my head. Tasha held both hands in the air, “I'm not saying you have to ch

Mandy's POV. His lips were so soft, and so hot, I couldn't help myself. He didn't react at first but within the next second, I felt a hand on my waist and the other one my face. He dominated the kiss instantly, kissing me so hard that I arched into him, rubbing a hand over his arm and the other one his neck, wanting more of his lips. As he bit my lower lip, he squeezed my ass, making a helpless sound escape my throat. At that moment, I forgot everything that mattered–my work, Tasha, and Derek. All I wanted were the hands caressing my body, I didn't want that to stop. “Mhmm,” he groaned as moved the hand on my hand to one of my breasts. My nipples were already so hard, and my folds were already dripping. My body was flooding with so much heat, it was becoming difficult to think. He caught a grip of my hand just then, guiding it downwards until I felt his hardness, then he broke the kiss and leaned in. “Look what you're doing to me Mandy,” he said breathily, and the so

Mandy’s POV ‘’I guess that’s another way to get that out of the way…’’ He chuckles under his breath, his breathing falling hot on inner thigh. Then he pulled away from in between my thighs and came up, his lips just bare inches away from my ear. “You like that sound, don’t you?” He rasped, his voice dropping an octave, lower and filthier than before. Before I could even answer, his large hand slid down my stomach, past my hips, and buried itself right into my wet core. I gasped, my back arching off the bed as his fingers slicked over my folds. “Fuck, Mandy.’’ he growled, his thumb finding my clit and pressing down with just enough force to make my head roll back. “You’re practically drowning in your own juice.’’ “N-Nate…” I whimpered, my hands grabbing at the bedsheets, my knuckles turning white. He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he shoved two fingers deep inside me in one smooth, ruthless push. “Ahhh!” A loud, high-pitched scream ripped from my throat. My inner

MANDY’s POVWhen I opened my eyes, the space beside me was empty.I stretched lazily, a low groan slipping past my lips as a wave of intense soreness shot straight through my thighs and lower back. Every single muscle in my body ached, but it was the best kind of pain imaginable.I had never been so satisfied in my whole life.Nate had fucked me over and over and over again until the sun started to peek through the window blinds, leaving me completely wrecked and floating on air. I ran a hand over the cool, empty bedsheets where he had been lying, a strange tug of disappointment tightening in my chest.He was gone. No note, no phone number, nothing.A quiet, painful realization settled over me: I probably wouldn’t ever see him again. It was supposed to be a one-night stand, a dark, reckless mistake to get back at my reality, but the thought of never feeling his hands on my skin again made my stomach twist into knots.I forced myself out of bed, gathered my ruined dress, and somehow

MANDY’s POV I pushed open the heavy glass door of the conference room and slipped back inside, trying my best to act like my blood wasn't burning and my knees weren't shaking beneath my dress. Derek didn't even look up as I sat down. He was buried in a stack of spreadsheets, tapping his pen rhythmically on the table, completely oblivious to the fact that his wife had just been pressed against the stairwell wall, her mouth devoured by the same writer he had stripped of his dignity minutes ago. “You were gone a long time.’’ he muttered casually, flipping a page. “Just… stomach trouble.’’ I lied, my voice tight. I had never lied so much and it wasn’t even half of the day yet. I folded my hands over my lap, squeezing my thighs tightly together. Every time I shifted in my chair, I could feel the lingering slickness between my legs—a heavy, agonizing reminder of Nate’s note sitting tucked safely inside my pocket. For the next two hours, I couldn't focus on a single word being s