All Chapters of SIN:BATION — 20 DADDIES SECRET: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

TATTOO SEX WITH CLIENTMy heart was hammering so hard I was sure Marcus could hear it.This was my first solo client, and of all people, it had to be him _Marcus Kane. The rock musician whose music I’d secretly listened to for years. He lay on his side on the chair, shirtless, his lean, muscular torso exposed just for me. His ribs were a blank canvas, and I was trying desperately not to stare at the way his body moved with every breath.“Ready when you are, Riley,” he said, that low, rough voice sending a shiver down my spine.I nodded, biting the inside of my cheek as I rolled my stool right up against him. My hands felt clammy inside the gloves. I leaned over his body to apply the stencil, my chest brushing lightly against his shoulder. God, he was warm. The scent of him; whiskey, smoke, and his masculine cologne filled my senses.“Tickles,” he murmured, a smirk in his voice.“Sorry,” I whispered, pressing the paper smoother against his ribs. My breasts pressed more firmly into h

Chapter 1: Clit piercingMy heart wouldn’t stop racing as I lay back on the chair with my legs spread wide open.This was crazy.I was Aria Lennox, a pop star, global brand, always in control, yet here I was at 1:17 a.m., completely exposed to a man I’d only met ten minutes ago.Elias Reed. He was calm, professional and dangerously attractive.He rolled his stool between my thighs and gently parted my smooth, bare pussy with gloved fingers. I shivered hard. No one had ever looked at me this closely, this intimately.“You have a beautiful hood,” he said quietly, his voice low and steady. “The piercing will sit perfectly here.”His touch was clinical but warm as he marked the spot with a surgical pen. The small brushes of his fingers along my sensitive skin made my breath catch. I could already feel myself getting wetter under his gaze.“Deep breath for me, Aria.”He applied the clamp. The pressure on my clit hood made me whimper. "Mmm-nnnh..."Our eyes met, his gray eyes were calm and

Getting a job at St. Jude’s Academy was like winning the lottery. It was the most prestigious school in the country for deaf and hard-of-hearing boys. The campus looked like a historic castle. It had tall stone walls, manicured gardens, and massive iron gates. The tuition cost more than a luxury sports car, and the families who sent their sons here were some of the richest people in the world.I still couldn’t believe I was here. I was young, and my resume wasn’t very long. But my sign language skills were perfect, and I had passed every single interview with flying colors. Today was my very first day as the new literature teacher. I was wearing my best professional outfit: a tight black pencil skirt that hit just above my knees and a candy-crisp white button-down shirt.I had about twenty minutes before my first period started. The hallway was empty because the students were still gathering in the main courtyard. My stomach was twisting in knots from pure nerves. I needed a moment to

The infirmary door clicked shut behind the guard at 1:20 AM, and I let out a slow breath. Another boring day here. I've been Dr. Elena Voss here for two years. It was stressful but it had some benefits. The kind of benefits that spiced up my entire day. Marcus Reed was on the bed already, rubbing his stomach. Inmate #4782. He was my favorite kind: big in all ways, and he always satisfied me even when unconscious. He was better than the rest. “Stomach acting up again?” I asked, keeping my voice even and professional. “Yeah, Doc. It hurts like hell.” He swung his legs up. Those dark eyes of his met mine for a second, and I felt guilty. Poor guy, he had no clue what I actually do. I had mixed a cup of sedative at the counter. It was just enough to make him unconscious without killing the natural responses. Tonight I’ve decided to take my time with him and not be in a rush. “Here.” I handed it over. “This’ll fix you right up.” Marcus drank it down, grimacing at the water more t

The scream of the jet engines was the last thing I heard before the world tore apart. The metal tube of the airplane shook violently. Sirens wailed inside the cabin. People were crying out. My wife was sitting right next to me, her fingers digging into my arm so hard her nails drew blood. I gripped her hand back, trying to anchor her, trying to breathe through the sudden drop in altitude.Then came the impact.CRASH.The plane slammed into the ocean with the force of concrete. The sound of tearing metal and smashing glass was deafening. Water—cold, black, and heavy—flooded the cabin in a split second. The pressure tore my grip away from my wife. I was thrown into the darkness of the sea, my lungs burning as I fought the heavy currents.I kicked my legs desperately. I broke through the surface of the water, gasping for air, coughing up salt. The remains of the plane were sinking rapidly into the abyss. I swam. I screamed her name into the open ocean until my voice cracked. The waves ke