Todos los capítulos de Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Steamy Stories: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Alejandro smiled, a kind, oblivious expression that made her want to scream. “Well, that’s wonderful. We should always take care of each other.” He held out a hand to help her up. “Come on, mi amor. You look pale. Let’s get you to bed.”She placed her trembling hand in his, letting him pull her to her feet. She couldn’t meet his eyes. She could only feel Lucas’s gaze on her, a physical weight, hot and triumphant. He had won. He had stood there, his cock still wet from her mouth, and lied to her husband’s face while she knelt at his feet.“I’m just a little dizzy,” Sofia mumbled, the lie tasting like ash in her mouth. “The migraine…”“Of course, of course,” Alejandro said, his arm wrapping around her shoulders, guiding her from the room. “You need to rest. I’ve got you.”She risked a glance back. Lucas was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, a slow, arrogant smirk playing on his lips. He watched her being led away by her husband, and the look in his eyes was one

The world tilted on its axis, the polished mahogany of Alejandro’s desk blurring into a nonsensical swirl of wood grain. Lucas’s words echoed in the cavernous space of her skull, each syllable a hammer blow against the fragile remnants of her soul. Ruin him. I will ruin him. And I will make sure everyone knows that his wife was the one who helped me do it.Her mind was a battlefield. On one side stood Alejandro, the man she had built a life with, his face a mask of kind, oblivious trust. She saw him on their wedding day, his eyes full of love. She saw him laughing, his head thrown back. She saw him sleeping peacefully beside her just that morning. On the other side was the digital ghost of herself, a woman she didn’t recognize, a woman with swollen lips and a body slick with the cum of her best friend’s son. The photos were a weapon of mass destruction, and Lucas was holding the trigger.The shame was a physical weight, a crushing pressure on her chest that made it hard to breathe. To

The world narrowed to the small, black rectangle of the phone. Carmen’s voice, a lifeline to a life that no longer existed, was a physical blow. Sofia’s throat closed up, her lungs burning for air they couldn’t draw. Lucas held the phone like a weapon, his thumb hovering over the end call button, his eyes glinting with a terrifying, manic light.“Go on, tía,” he prompted, his voice a low, seductive poison. “Tell her. Tell her how we’re bonding over my dear old dad’s many, many sins.”Tears streamed down Sofia’s face, silent and hot. She opened her mouth, but only a choked, strangled sound came out.“Sofi? Honey, are you there? You sound awful,” Carmen’s voice was laced with genuine concern, a sound that felt like a knife twisting in Sofia’s gut.Lucas smirked. He leaned closer, his lips brushing against Sofia’s ear, his voice a venomous whisper. “Tell her we were just talking about Alejandro. Tell her you’re finally starting to see him for what he really is. Tell her you understand ho

Carmen’s text was a lit match thrown onto a pool of gasoline. Sofia’s heart seized, a frantic, trapped bird beating against the cage of her ribs. She stared at the phone, the black letters seeming to burn into her retinas. I know what he’s making you do. I know everything.A cold sweat broke out on her skin. She was in the middle of a crowded, exclusive restaurant, the soft murmur of conversation and clinking silverware a surreal soundtrack to her personal apocalypse. Lucas was right there, across the table, a predator in a designer suit, his eyes dark and knowing. He had felt the shift in her instantly. The subtle tensing of her shoulders, the way her breath hitched.“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice a low, casual purr that was anything but. He took a slow sip of his wine, his eyes never leaving her face.“Nothing,” she lied, her voice a thin, reedy thing. She fumbled with her phone, trying to turn the screen off, but her fingers were clumsy, slick with sweat.“Let me see,” he com

The words hung in the air of the small café, a death sentence for a friendship that had once been the bedrock of Sofia’s life. Carmen’s face was a canvas of pure, undiluted horror. Her eyes darted from Lucas’s triumphant smirk to Sofia’s vacant, tear-streaked face, a frantic, desperate search for an explanation that didn’t exist.“You… you both,” she finally managed to choke out, the words a ragged, broken sound. She sank back into her chair, her body limp, as if all her bones had dissolved. “You… you planned this. All of it.”Lucas laughed, a low, dismissive sound that was worse than any shout. He pulled out a chair, spinning it around and straddling it, his arms resting on the back. He looked at his mother, his head cocked, a look of pitying amusement on his face. “‘Planned’ is such an ugly word, Mom. I prefer to think of it as… inevitable. A reckoning.” He glanced at Sofia. “Sofia here was the key. The beautiful, neglected key that unlocked the whole rotten kingdom.”He took out hi