Semua Bab Addicted To Sin: A Steamy MxM Collection.: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Chapter 42Ronan’s POV The next day, the morning breeze hit me like a wild ass hangover I couldn't shake. My body still buzzed from what had happened at the conference table, the way my dick had pushed smoothly into Soren’s heat, the way he’d laughed lowly against my palm like he’d won something. I stood at the transparent windows in my office, staring down at the city as I ignored how my coffee was going cold in my hands. “In no way should any of the staff have an affair with one another’ that was the rule that had kept me sane over the years' cause afterall, we do see companies and CEO’s come crashing and burning down over some flimsy office pussy or whatever. Now here I was, my cock was twitching at the memory of a man, of all people. A friggin guy, and what the fuck did that make meGAY. But I'm straight. My whole life, I’d always been straight. I’ve dated women, married one, fucked a few before her, curvy, slim, MILF, you name it. But Soren's smirk, the firm grip

Chapter 44Ronan’s POVThe door burst open just as we were scrambling to sit. Pants half zipped, shirts crooked, faces still flushed. Claire strode in like she owned the place, all designer heels clicking and that triumphant smile plastered on. She glanced at Soren, eyes narrowing for a second, then settled right beside him at the table. Too close. Her perfume cut through the leftover smell of sweat and sex.“Hi hubby,” she said, voice sugary sweet.I leaned back in my chair, jaw tight. Anger boiled fresh. “Go straight to the point. Two minutes.”She chuckled low, crossing her legs slowly. “Fine. The gala tonight. Big event for the company. You’ll be there, of course. I wouldn't miss it for the world.” She stood up gracefully, smoothing her skirt. Then she paused at the door, turning back with that wicked gleam. “Oh Ronan darling, I have a surprise for you at the gala. Don’t be late.”She sniffed the air once, deliberate. Her nose wrinkled. “Wild of you to be fucking your staff. Ga

Chapter 46Turner’s POVThe drive to Professor Anderson’s apartment felt longer than it should have. My hands kept gripping the steering wheel tighter every time I replayed yesterday in my head. That quickie on his desk had left marks. Literal ones on my neck that I covered with a hoodie. And this constant low throb that reminded me exactly how deep he had been. I was still pissed about that TA though. The way she leaned over his desk during lecture. All giggles and hair flips. It shouldn’t matter. But it did.I knocked on his door at seven sharp. He opened it wearing gray sweatpants and a tight black t-shirt that showed off his arms. Fuck. Not fair. “Hey,” I said trying to sound casual. “Hope you didn’t cook or anything. I brought snacks in case we skip straight to the good part.”He pulled me inside with a hand on my waist. The door clicked shut behind us and his mouth was on mine before I could crack another joke. Hungry. Like he had been thinking about this too. We made it to t

Chapter 48Turner’s POVI was in the library trying to work on the final piece of project I had to submit. I kept my head down, fingers tracing book spines I wasn’t really seeing. Anderson lingered nearby, close enough that his presence tugged at me like a hook in the gut. I’d sworn to myself I’d keep distance after yesterday, after catching him smiling at that lecturer in the hall. The jealousy I had towards the woman still burned low, and sharp. It was stupid I know, but when he stepped behind me, hand brushing my lower back, my resolve cracked right there.We didn’t speak. His fingers found skin under my shirt, warm and sure. I turned into him before I could stop myself. The narrow aisle hid us just enough. He worked me slow with his hand, breath hot on my neck. “Daddy’s proud of how quiet you’re being,” he murmured. My knees shook. I came biting down on my own fist, the rush mixing with that ache of wanting more than I should. His arms held me steady after, thumb stroking my si

Chapter 50Liam’s POVAfter two weeks of wedding plans and Chris also railing me in the background like it was something normal to do, they finally got married. Christopher, my one night stand, was officially my stepfather. The whole thing felt like some fever dream I could not wake up from. Every day since that breakfast disaster he found ways to corner me. Quick hand jobs in the hallway while Mom was on the phone. Bent over the washing machine when she ran to the store. It was reckless and stupid and I hated how much my body craved it. Now the house smelled like flowers and cake and my mom wore this glowing smile that made my stomach twist with guilt. Christopher just acted normal. Calm. Like he had not been balls deep in me two hours before the ceremony.The reception dragged on forever. I smiled for pictures, hugged relatives I barely knew, and drank enough to make the edges fuzzy. When everyone finally left I locked myself in my room and crashed onto the bed. My suit felt too t