All Chapters of Dirty and Sinful Collection: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

2AVAMy back was to Liam. I could hear his breathing quietly behind me.Neither of us said a word. The sheet twisted around my hips, warm with the scent of him, and my thighs still ached from everything we did hours ago. My body remembered before my mind could push it away: his mouth on mine, him inside me, the way we clung to each other like it meant something.Maybe it did, but we weren’t saying that. Not now or anytime soon. He moved. The mattress shifted and I closed my eyes tighter.“Ava…” he said my name softly.I didn’t answer.There was a long pause, then the creak of the bed as he got up, followed by the shuffle of clothes being pulled on. He didn’t touch me, neither did he ask me to stay. The front door opened and closed five minutes later. Only then did I breathe again.I got up from the bed and hurried to put on my clothes. He was probably going for his morning jogs, and I needed to be out of here before he came back. I ran a hand through my hair and stared at myself in t

4AVAI didn’t mean to end up in Liam’s kitchen again. Not like this.But somehow, it kept happening with me here, him there, like we hadn’t completely blurred every line two people could blur.He handed me a beer from the fridge, and I took it with a mumbled thanks, watching the way his fingers brushed mine. Even that small touch made something low in my stomach tighten.“So,” he said, leaning back against the counter, beer in hand. “What are we doing?”I raised an eyebrow. “Right now? Drinking.”He gave me a look. “Ava.”I took a long sip. “Fine. You want to talk about it?”“Yeah. Because we keep pretending we don’t need to.”He wasn’t wrong. After the night at my place, I thought we’d finally crossed into something more, but he didn’t say anything after. And neither did I.“I don’t want to lose you,” I said quietly.“You won’t.”“People don’t usually stay friends after they… you know. Do everything else.”He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Then let’s make it simple.”“Simp

6LIAM. The rain had been coming down for hours. It hit the windows in waves, soft and then loud, like it couldn’t decide how hard to fall. I was half-asleep on the couch, a movie flickering on mute, my phone dark beside me.I hadn’t heard from Ava since the night we exchanged those two words—“Hey” and “Hey.” Nothing more. Not a plan. Not a call. But I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Wondering if she was okay. Wondering if I’d ruined everything by letting her go in the first place.So when the knock came, I almost didn’t believe it. Not until the second knock which was louder, faster, and shook me out of the fog. I stood, my heart already beating like it knew who it was.I opened the door and there she was.Ava. Soaked to the skin, her hair stuck to her cheeks, her clothes clinging to her body. Her eyes were wide and red-rimmed, like she’d been crying the whole way over.“Jesus,” I said, stepping back. “Get in here.”She didn’t say anything at first. She walked past me into the war

8LIAMThe hall was warm with soft yellow lights, and laughter echoed off the walls. Music pulsed low in the background, champagne flowed freely, and couples swayed to old love songs that made you remember the person you were with when you first heard them. I stood near the back, nursing a drink I hadn’t touched, my eyes fixed across the room.On her.Ava.She hadn’t seen me yet. Or maybe she had, and she was pretending not to. Her dress was a dark green that clung to her body in a way that made it hard to look away. Her hair was down, a little damp from the rain outside, curling softly at the ends. She was laughing politely at something someone said. It was one of our mutual friends, I think. But her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.Mine hadn’t too, for weeks. Since that night.Since she left my bed without a word, hours after she’d told me she loved me.It had gutted me, more than I’d expected, more than I’d wanted to admit.The emcee tapped the microphone at the front of the room

Part 2The figures stepped forward, their movements too smooth and too controlled, like predators approaching prey. My pulse pounded in my ears, every instinct screaming at me to turn and run, but my body refused to move.The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting just enough light for me to make out their forms. Three men, tall, broad and inhumanly beautiful. Each of them had a presence so overwhelming that my skin prickled, heat coiling low in my stomach despite the cold atmosphere.The one in the middle stood slightly ahead of the others, his stance commanding. He had dark hair, piercing gray eyes, and a sharp jaw that looked like it could cut glass. His gaze latched onto me unwavering in a predatory manner.To his left, the second man was more relaxed, leaning slightly to one side with an almost lazy confidence. His golden-brown hair was tousled, his lips curled up in an amused smirk. His eyes gleamed in the dim light and I caught a hint of mischief in them.The third man w