All Chapters of House of Sin (30 Nights of Sinful Pleasure): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

My name is Lena. I’m twenty-two. I ended it with Adam at his father’s table, between the lamb and the coffee, because I was tired of being the girl he checked his phone over. Adam laughed like I had told a joke. His father did not.Warren is forty-five. Tall. Quiet hands. He has looked at me across that table for a year and called it manners. Tonight he put his keys in his palm and said he would see me to the door. Adam said, “Thanks, Dad,” and went back to his screen.I should have taken a cab. I got in.He did not talk until the second light. “You didn’t have to do that in front of him.”“I did. He wasn’t going to hear it anywhere else.”“And now I’m the man driving you home.”“You offered.” I watched his jaw. My chest was tight. I had wanted that jaw for months and hated myself for it at dessert. “If you don’t want the rest of the drive, stop. I’ll walk.”He did not stop.At my building he killed the engine and did not reach for my belt. “He asked me to see you in. That is all I ag

My name is Chloe. I’m twenty-five. Caleb has driven me for four months and never let a sentence get personal. Forty. Big hands on the wheel. He says evening, opens the door, and looks at the road.Tonight I was the last one out. Rain. Mr Lane had already sent the log. Drop Chloe. Confirm arrival. Caleb read it at the gate and did not pull off.“Your street,” he said, “or you tell me why you asked for the long way.”“I asked because I wanted the long way.”“That’s not an answer.”“Joel will be at the flat by ten. The log will call me a liar if we miss the gate. And I have watched your mouth for four months. That’s the answer.”He was quiet through two lights. Then he looked in the mirror.“Say the rest.”“I want you, baby. I want your mouth. I want your cock. I have wanted both since you held that umbrella and did not take my elbow. If that is too much, take the gate and we forget I said it.”“Joel is a good lad.”“Then take me home to him.”He passed my turn.Behind the shut depot he

My name is Sophie. I’m twenty-four. Owen is thirty-eight. He runs the floor I work on and he has looked at my mouth in meetings for a year and called it nothing. Tonight I booked the room. Not him. I texted the hotel name and the number. He came.He stood in the doorway in his work shirt, tie loose, like he still thought he could leave.“This is a bad idea,” he said.“Then go.” I shut the door behind him. “You drove here. You can drive back. Or you can do what I say.”He looked at the bed. At me. At the key still in my hand.“Sophie.”“Sit.”He sat on the edge. I stood between his knees and opened his tie. I did not kiss him yet.“What do you want?” he said.“I want your mouth on my cunt until you beg to put your cock in me. Then you wait. You don’t cum till I say. If you can’t do that, take your keys.”His throat moved. “I can do that.”“Say please.”“Please.”“Say it dirty.”“Please let me taste your pussy. Please let me fuck you after. I’ll wait. I swear.”I pushed him onto his bac

My name is Lucy. I’m twenty-five. Wes runs my floor. Thirty-four. Married. Cal is his friend. Thirty-six. He came to the office once and looked at my mouth like Wes had already told him about it.I texted them both. My flat. Ten. My rule. If either of you argues, you leave.They came. Wes first. Then Cal. I shut the door and did not offer a drink.“Say it,” I said. “So I know you heard me.”Wes looked at Cal, then at me. “You want both of us.”“I want your mouth on my cunt. I want his cock in my mouth. Then I ride one of you while the other watches and talks dirty. Nobody cums in me. Nobody cums till I say. Your wife does not get a vote. She is not here.”Cal laughed once. Wes did not.“Please,” Wes said.“Say it dirty.”“Please let me eat your pussy while he watches. Please let me see his cock in you. I’ll wait. I won’t cum till you say.”“Good. Couch. Not the bed.”I took the dress off. Nothing under it. I sat and opened my knees.“Wes. Down. Cal. Out. I wanna see that cock.”Wes kn

My name is Ruby. I’m twenty-four. The building sent a lifeguard because I had people over. Nate. Thirty-six. Quiet. He checked the gate, counted heads, and did not look at me longer than a job. When the last guest left, I stayed in the water. I told myself I was swimming the drink off. I knew that was a lie.He walked the rim with the keys. “Pool’s closed. Out.”“Five minutes.”“I lock it at ten. It’s ten.”“Then lock it. I’m not done.”He should have opened the gate and waited on the other side. He turned the key. The click was loud. He looked at me like he had just heard himself do it.“That was stupid,” he said.“Then unlock it.”He didn’t. I swam to the edge by his feet and held the tile. Water ran off my chest. The suit was thin and stuck to me. My nipples showed through it, dark and tight. I did not cover them.“Ruby. People live up there.”“They’re in. The light’s off. You locked the gate. Say what you want, or open it.”His jaw was tight. “I want you out of that water. I want