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I plead. “He acts like it’s a sin for us to let loose, have fun, and get our rocks off,” Warner says. “It’s not a sin. It’s against the law in public, and it’s just not for me,” I say, explaining to Montana. “Hold on, darlin’,” Warner tells Peyton as he digs in his front pocket. “Something’s popping up.” At his words and devilish smirk, Peyton blushes deep red. This causes Warner’s eyes to light up as his smile grows wide.

I imagined all the sounds he’ll make while I fucked him. Damian chuckled, scraping his teeth against the tender spot on my neck. “What’s your safe word?” Safe word. We needed a safe word. Fuck. What was he going to do to me? “I can choose for you, if you don’t mind,” he offered, laying open-mouth kisses on my skin. I nodded. “Something simple. Silver. The colour of your jewellery,” he whispered, giving me a kiss on my shoulder. I clenched my eyes shut, repeating those words in my head. It shouldn’t be too hard to remember.

God, what sort of punishment is this? You brought in a hot lady from your church and placed her in my household. You already know that I’m addicted to sin. Is this your way of telling refraining or encouraging me to continue? Andre thought to himself as she looked down at her puckered lips that was in a frightened pout. They look so inviting. This woman had turned him into a patient battling insanity. He hadn’t had a decent sleep in ages and the worst past of everything was he hasn’t screwed anyone ever since she made that declaration of being friends.

“Hmm… this is the first time I’m hearing that from you. That’s odd. But why? He’s like 20 years older than you. Moreover, he is only innocent when he is at work.” Zara smiled, cheeks warm. “Don’t worry about that. I too want to experience some sinful act too. I'm now an adult. No more 24/7 indoors as usual.” Riley grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Okay, bad girl. If you really want his attention, here’s what you do. Unbutton the top two buttons of your shirt before closing time. Bend over slowly when you submit any paper. Make sure he sees a little skin. And smile at him like you know his secret. Trust me, men like him notice.”

Gosh I was so close already. “Don’t you dare cum yet.” He slapped my ass again harder “Beg for it.” “Please, Mr. Sinclair… let me cum. I need the job. I’ll be good. I’ll serve you however you want.” His laugh was sadistic. “Pathetic little whore.” He curled his fingers against that perfect spot inside me. “Cum then. Show me how badly you need this.” The orgasm crashed over me like a wave. I cried out as my thighs quaked. Even my pussy spasmed around his fingers.

It was a sensory palace built of silk and skin, designed to keep me from ever looking at the door. ​But as I reached the peak—as the climax began to roar through my veins like a freight train out of control—the darkness in my mind finally fractured. ​The white-hot explosion of the finish should have been the end. But in the white-hot center of that fire, the "Good Sin" turned to bitter ash in my mouth. I saw the flash again. Not the gold silk of the villa, but the vanilla-scented steam of a small, cramped shower. I felt the weight of a woman who didn't need a brother to watch her, a woman who didn't want a "three-fold bond," but a soul-deep, exclusive connection that made this three-way danc

He let out a deep breath. “Look at you,” he said, almost to himself. “ You're so fucking wet already. Dripping for me.” I shifted, feeling so embarrassed and somehow more aroused because of it. He held out two fingers and fondled the lace of my panties.“May I?” “Yes.” He pulled the panties down my legs, slow enough that I could feel the fabric move against my skin. When they hit my ankles, I just kicked them off, I felt so exposed that I had to close my thighs. Dante brought his hands up, he spread my legs gently and touched my pussy with his thumbs, lightly.

Like the deepest forbidden sin every naughty girl wants to have a taste of. Justin works on the buttons of his white shirt, he begins unbuttoning, and my mouth waters. I swallow a thick lump, feeling my legs squeeze. My body tingles with anticipation. I bite my lip hard. “Daddy….” The nickname falls like a prayer. Or sin. Or maybe both. He finishes unbuttoning and pulls off his shirt, showcasing his impressive tanned abs. My eyes roll in their sockets. I can't help the moan that slips out.

Every thrust made my body shake. His heavy balls slapped against my clit. My juices ran down my thighs. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back while fucking me. His other hand reached around and rubbed my clit fast. “You like that?” he growled in my ear. “You like your stepbrother’s cock stretching this pussy?” “Yes… fuck yes,” I moaned. The taboo words made me even wetter. He fucked me faster. The kitchen filled with the sound of his skin slapping against mine and my loud, shameless moans.

I can feel his gaze burning into my skin. Fuck, yes. Harder. I moan, making sure Ryan can hear every sound. I look toward the deck, knowing he’s there, and it makes me wetter. I ride Nico faster, my hands on his shoulders for leverage, slamming down onto him over and over. My breasts bounce wildly. I pinch my own nipples, putting on the filthiest show I can for Ryan.