บททั้งหมดของ House of Sin (30 Nights of Sinful Pleasure): บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

I turned nineteen in March. The wedding was in April. By September I knew when Nico was in the hall at night. I knew the way he looked at my mouth at dinner.He was twenty-eight. My mother’s new husband’s son. Tall. Quiet. Not shy. Just quiet.Friday they went out. Anniversary. Mum took forever in the mirror. Nico said he had work. I said I had school work. Both of us were lying. The front door shut. The house felt too big.I stayed in my room twenty minutes. Then I went to the kitchen in the shorts he always looked at. No panties. I told myself it was hot in the house. It was not that hot.Only the small light over the counter was on. I filled a glass like I came for water. Ice fell in the freezer and I jumped.Then everything went off.No light. No fridge noise. Just dark. I put my hand out and hit the counter.“Nico?”He didn’t talk first. His hand covered my mouth. His arm locked around my waist and pulled me back into him. He was already hard. I felt it on my back, thick, through

My name is Sienna. I’m twenty-one. I moved to the city in June and I share a flat with Tess. Her brother Cole showed up Friday with one bag. Thirty-three. He sleeps on the sofa. He drinks her coffee out of the mug I like. When she leaves the room he looks at my mouth and I let him.Saturday she went out in a short dress. She kissed my cheek and said don’t wait up. The front door shut. The flat felt small.The TV was on in the living room, some match with the sound low. I told myself he was settled. I still walked down the hall in a T-shirt and knickers with my heart in my throat.In the bathroom I pulled both off and dropped them on the tiles. I looked at the lock. I didn’t turn it. I knew what that was. I did it anyway.The water ran hot. Steam climbed the mirror. I stepped in and put two fingers in my pussy. I was wet already. I thought about his hands on my waist that morning when he reached past me for a cup. I rubbed my clit in slow circles, then faster, and I came with my forehe

My name is Quinn. I’m twenty-three. I stayed at Jade’s after her birthday because the last taxi wanted more money than I had and she said I could share her bed.Jade’s dad is forty-four. Vance. Tall. Grey at the sides. Wide hands. He picked us up at one in the morning. I sat in the back in a short dress Jade lent me. The skirt rose up my waist. At a red light his eyes hit my bare skin in the rearview and stayed there. My pussy got wet in the dark. I still didn’t pull the dress down.Jade talked the whole drive. Inside the house she hugged him, kicked her heels off, and fell on her bed face-first. Door half shut. Soft snore. Dead.I went to the kitchen for water. Her big shirt only. No bra. No panties. Cold tile under my feet. I thought he’d gone upstairs.He was at the counter with a glass. He looked at my legs. Then at the bottom of the shirt. He didn’t look away.“You should sleep.”“So should you.”He set the glass down. He walked me back until my ass hit the fridge. Cold through t

My name is Harper. I’m twenty-four.I sent the wrong deck to a client at 4:47. Wrong numbers. My name on the cover. I sat at my desk after everyone left and waited to get fired.Mr Brooks only said, stay.He’s forty-three. Tall. Muscular. Handsome. Hot in a quiet way. The kind of man the whole floor watches when he walks to the lift.His office was the last light on. I carried a stack of files to the tall cupboard behind his desk because my hands needed something to do. Short black skirt. I stood on my toes and pushed the folders onto the high shelf. The skirt rode up. Cool air hit the back of my thighs. I had no panties on. I knew he could see it if he looked.He looked.I shoved the last file in. The cupboard clicked. I still didn’t turn around. I went back to the computer by the window and sat down like I came to work. I opened the broken deck. I started typing. My fingers were not steady.I heard his chair.Then he was next to me.His zip was down. His cock was out. Huge. Hard. He

My name is Eden. I’m twenty-five.I moved into the building in March. One room. Shared bathroom down the hall. I took it because it was cheap and close to the shop where I work till eight.By September I was nine days late. The shop cut my hours. My account had forty pounds. A yellow paper was taped to my door. Seven days. Then locks.I didn’t go out that night. I showered. I put on the thin nightgown I sleep in. You could see through it if a lamp was on. I didn’t think about that. I sat on the bed and counted the same forty pounds again.He knocked at seven.Mr Graves. Forty-four. Tall. Muscular. Dashing. He owns the whole block. I had seen him in the hall with a clipboard. He never asked how I was. He only asked if the transfer had landed.Tonight he had a new paper in his hand already.I opened the door. The lamp was behind me. The gown showed too much. My tits. The dark of my nipples. I had no panties on. I crossed my arms.“You got my notice.”“I can pay Friday. I get paid then.