All Chapters of Dirty and Sinful Collection: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lena’s POV. I should have stopped coming back to the club. Ever since Lucian gave me what I came in here looking for in the first place, I shouldn’t have kept coming back till the extent that he totally ruined me for any one else ever.And yet here I was, my hand in his and my pussy tingling in exceitement. Lucian’s fingers tightened around my wrist, guiding me deeper into the club, past the shadows and low murmurs, past the slick sound of skin on skin, past the kind of moans that didn’t come from anything soft or sweet.This place was raw.And the worst part was that I was starting to crave it.Lucian led me through the dimly lit lounge like I belonged to him—because I did.The low hum of conversation shifted as we passed, eyes drifting toward us. Toward me.Lucian wasn’t subtle.He was showing me off.My stomach clenched, my face burning, but I couldn’t deny the heat that curled low in my belly.I hated this.I loved this.When we reached a dark leather chair in the center of the r

Picking up a stray dogSerena’s POVI was too drunk to be driving.Not just tipsy, not just buzzing —drunk. The kind of drunk that made the road seem like it was tilting beneath my tires, the streetlights smearing into golden streaks, my fingers slipping against the wheel because my hands were slick with sweat. Bad decisions lined up like dominos, and this was just the first one of the night.I should’ve called a cab. Should’ve let Adam drive me home. Should’ve done literally anything other than stumble out of that party, climb into my car, and pray that muscle memory would get me home in one piece.But logic had drowned hours ago in tequila and poor impulse control.I exhaled sharply, trying to blink the blur from my eyes as I tightened my grip on the wheel. The music pulsed low from the stereo, some sultry R&B track I’d thrown on before leaving, the bassline making my chest vibrate. My pulse was uneven, my skin hot, and there was a slow, syrupy heat pooling low in my stomach that I

3Serena’s POV I was losing my goddamn mind.There was no other explanationIf not I wouldn’t be having sex with a stranger who carely introduced himself to me as a wolf. That shouldn’t even have been possible if not for the proof that his golden eyes served as.A wolf.My brain refused to process it. No amount of tequila could explain how a massive, half-dead animal turned into a smirking, infuriating man currently stretched out on my bed like he owned the place.It was all my fault. I’d let him fuck me this morning and now he felt entitled of some sorts. I’d let a wolf fuck me. How stupid was I? I should have just left his stupid sorry ass on the road, or in fact ran him over, and not bring him here and let him do unspeakable things to my body.My body still ached from it though. Every inch of me was marked, sore and burning from the way he fucked me. I could still hear the sounds he made, the way he growled when he—Nope. No. Shutting that down.I grabbed the first thing I could f

5Serena’s POV The sheets were cold.I reached out instinctively, fingers searching, but the space beside me was empty. The warmth that had been there hours ago—his warmth—was gone.My body still ached from the way he’d taken me last night. Every muscle was sore, every inch of me sensitive, tingling from the ghost of his touch. The ache that hadn’t faded though. I still wanted him.I groaned, rolling onto my stomach, pressing my face into the pillow. Sleep refused to come. The room felt too big and the bed too empty. He’d ruined me, and he damn well knew it.With a frustrated sigh, I shoved the covers aside and slipped out of bed.The house was silent, save for the faint rustle of trees outside. A soft breeze drifted in through the open window, carrying his scent with him.I followed it.Barefoot, I stepped outside onto the cool grass, wrapping my arms around myself as the night air licked over my bare skin.And there he was, standing at the edge of the woods, the moon bathing him in

⅞Serena’s POV The night was perfect.For once, there was no tension between us, no heated stares, no barely restrained annoyance or anger. Just peace. A rare, fleeting thing.Ronan sat across from me at the small wooden table, his chair tipped back onto two legs, a lazy smirk curving his lips as he watched me. His golden eyes glowed, sharp with amusement as I tried—and failed—to flick a playing card into the empty whiskey glass between us.“That was pathetic,” he teased, taking a slow sip from his own glass.“Shut up,” I muttered, grabbing another card. I flicked my wrist, aiming carefully, but it fluttered uselessly to the floor.Ronan chuckled. “Do you want me to show you how it’s done?”“No.”He ignored me, picking up a card and flicking it effortlessly into the glass. It landed with a soft thunk.I scowled. “You probably cheated.”He grinned. “And how exactly would I cheat at this?”“I don’t know,” I muttered, crossing my arms. “Magic? Wolf reflexes?”He set his drink down and l