All Chapters of SIN:BATION — 20 DADDIES SECRET: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The next morning, Elena stood outside the glass doors of the skyscraper. Her legs felt weak. She wore a short, floral skirt that felt too thin for the chilly office air. When she reached the fourth floor, the receptionist didn't even ask for her name. She just pointed toward the back.Vinx was already waiting. He didn’t stay behind his desk this time. He stood by the window, his back to her, watching the city traffic."Come in, Elena," he said, his voice like gravel. "Lock the door.”She did as she was told. The click of the lock sounded like a trap snapping shut. He turned around and gestured toward the inner chamber—the room with the bed. Once they were inside, the air felt heavy and hot."Sit," Vinx ordered, pointing to the edge of the velvet mattress.Elena sat. Her heart was hammering against her ribs. Vinx dragged a chair over and sat directly in front of her. His knees were almost touching hers."If I am going to destroy this man in court, I need to know his soul," Vinx said. H

You think applying for a job at a top bank is hard? Try getting into the Willow estate. People go to school for years just to handle the laundry here. I’ve seen women with PhDs cry when they get a rejection letter from this family. It took me two years. Two years of perfect references, medical checks, and background sweeps that felt like an FBI interrogation. But today, I was standing at the iron gates. The letter in my hand felt like a winning lottery ticket. Why? Because the Willow family pays their maids $20,000 a month. That’s more than a surgeon makes in some places. For that kind of money, I’d scrub the floors with a toothbrush. I’d do whatever they asked. The gate opened slowly. I walked down a driveway that felt a mile long. At the front door, a woman was waiting. She looked like she was carved out of ice. She didn't smile. She didn't blink. "Scrutiny first," she said. Her voice was cold. She led me into a small, white room. She asked me questions for an hour. My name. My

I was pinned. There was no other word for it. Jax had me backed right up against the cold, hard wall of his bedroom. The linens I had brought were long gone, scattered on the floor like white flags of surrender. My heart wasn't just beating; it was thumping so hard I thought it might burst through my thin silk blouse.But it wasn't just him.His sister was right behind him. She was like a shadow made of lace and bad intentions. I watched her over Jax’s shoulder. Her pale hands were wrapped around his waist, her fingers busy and moving. She was stroking him, her hand sliding up and down his thick, pulsing length with a rhythm that made the air in the room feel heavy."Look at her eyes, Jax," the sister whispered. Her voice was like honey dripping over a blade. "She’s terrified. But look at her chest. Look at how fast she’s breathing for you."Jax didn't look away from me. His eyes were dark, full of a hunger that made my knees feel like water. "She’s new, Sis. She doesn't know the rule

"Is this how he did it? Did he make you beg for it like this?""Yes! Ah! Ah! Ah! Silas! I'm... I'm going to... ohhh!" The tension snapped. My body jolted against the cold wall, my internal muscles squeezing his fingers in a violent, pulsing rhythm. I cried out, my voice cracking in the silence of the hallway. I came so hard my vision blurred, the pleasure washing over me in waves that felt like they would never end.Silas waited until my shaking slowed, his fingers still buried deep inside me, feeling every last throb. He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. "Look at you. Wrecked before the sun is even up. And you haven't even had the real thing yet.""Look at you," he murmured, his eyes traveling over every inch of me. "I should probably wait. Dad likes to get a 'taste' of the new ones first."My stomach dropped. Their... father? The billionaire?“But…," Silas grinned. He took my hand and forced it down, pressing my palm against the front of his trousers. I gasped. He was rock hard,

The girl on Mr. Willow’s lap didn’t wait for a second invitation. Her fingers were small but fast, clicking the heavy gold buckle of his belt open. The sound was like a gunshot in the quiet room. She slid his zipper down, and even though I tried to look away, I couldn't. Mr. Willow was thick and dark, already waiting for her. She hiked up her skirt, her own lace panties long gone, and lowered herself onto him with a long, shaky breath. "Mmm... yes, Daddy," she whispered, her head falling onto his shoulder as she began a slow, grinding rhythm. Mr. Willow acted like she was a piece of furniture. He didn't even stop talking. His voice was deep and steady, vibrating through the room while his daughter bounced on his lap. "Lila," he said, looking right at me. "Since you'll be living under my roof, you should know who everyone is. This is Jax, that's Silas. And this is Eddie, the oldest." He pointed to the man with the cold eyes who was watching me like I was a puzzle he wanted to break.