All Chapters of Sinful Confessions: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

TINA’s POVI was still crying when my fingers slid under the waistband of my shorts.The video was still open on my laptop screen; him with his cock down some girl’s vagina in a club bathroom, the timestamped showed three nights ago while I’d been waiting up for his “late study session.” The video she’d sent me played on a loop in the corner with no sound, though I didn’t need the sound. I already knew what his voice sounded like when he came. I’d heard it enough times to memorize it.Aaah, this jerk. I fucking hated him. I hated every man who’d ever looked at me like I was something to use and discard. And still my body was throbbing and restless, pissed off in a way that had nothing to do with heartbreak and everything to do with the fact that I hadn’t come in over a week.So I did the only thing that made sense in the moment. I shoved my hand between my legs with my laptop balanced on my thighs and the porn already queued up because I couldn’t stand the thought of getting off to

TINA’s POVHe didn’t wait for an answer. The second the door to his room slammed shut behind us he had me against it, mouth back on mine, one hand under my ass keeping me wrapped around him while the other yanked his hoodie off over his head. I heard fabric hit the floor, then his shirt. My bare chest pressed against his and the heat of his skin made me moan straight into his mouth. “Still time to stop,” he rasped against my lips, even as he ground the thick ridge of his cock against my soaked cunt through his sweatpants. I bit his bottom lip. “If you stop I’ll kill you.” Something dark and relieved flashed in his eyes. He carried me to the bed and dropped me onto the mattress hard enough that I bounced. Before I could catch my breath he was shoving his sweatpants and boxers down in one motion. His cock sprang free; thick, heavy, flushed dark at the head, already leaking. Bigger than I’d let myself imagine which made my mouth watered. He stroked himself once, slow, eyes l

TINA’s POV The horn screamed again, longer this time, right outside the house. Ryan ripped out of me so fast my pussy clenched around the sudden emptiness and a thick trickle of his precum mixed with my own slick ran straight down my inner thigh. Water was still pouring over us. We didn’t waste a second talking. He slammed the shower off. I grabbed the nearest towel and scrubbed my face raw first; his cum was still streaked across my cheeks, chin, even the tip of my nose, then dragged the same towel between my legs, wiping hard even though it only made me throb worse. My clit was swollen and angry from being left hanging. My hole kept twitching like it was searching for his cock again. I yanked a thin white t-shirt over my still-damp tits so my nipples showed dark through the fabric and pulled on the shortest gray sleep shorts I owned. They clung to my wet ass and the crotch was already darkening. Ryan threw on black sweatpants with nothing underneath, his cock was still half-

LYRIC’s POV My head was spinning, but the moment his hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me up, my breath hitched instantly. I froze, my whole body froze. My breathing was shaky as I looked up, my bloodshot eyes trailing up his sharp jawline, his high cheekbones, and the dark, piercing intensity of his eyes staring down at me. Fuck. My heart hammered against my ribs, I could barely ear from all the noise. I couldn’t move, couldn’t even think. This stranger whose hand was curled around my waist was breathtaking. The sheer stance of him, the broad breadth of his shoulders blocking out the ambient club lights, the quiet power bleeding out of his every pore—it knocked the fucking wind right out of me. What the hell is wrong with me? I stared at him in complete, utter awe. It was like a physical blow to my chest, a sudden, violent pull that made my stomach drop into a bottomless pit. I had never, not once in my entire life looked at a man like this. Men wer

LYRIC’s POV ‘’Oh fuck!’’ I cursed, closing my eyes immediately as the harsh sunlight blurred my vision. My eyes fluttered open again, my skull drumming with a dull ache. I blinked against the harsh sunlight, trying to orient myself. This wasn’t my bedroom. The ceiling was too high, framed by sleek dark mahogany beams, and the faint, unmistakable scent of expensive cedar and masculine body wash hung heavy in the air. Where the fuck am I? Like a freight train, the memories immediately hit. Club, music, drink, fire in my system, a towering silhouette, and a pair of dark, lethal eyes staring down at me. My heart hammered instantly against my chest. I bolted upright, intending to jump off the mattress, but a sharp, agonizing ache shot straight through my lower belly and thighs. I let out a low gasp, my hands flying down to brace myself. That was when I looked down. The fuck?! I was naked as shit! Not a single thread of clothing covered my skin, which was ma