THE ART OF SINS のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Chapter 2: First Night Ruined The black limousine smelled like expensive leather and the Don’s thick, musky cologne. I sat in the back seat completely naked except for the thin gold collar around my neck and the heavy chain leash in his hand. His fresh cum was still drying on my face, sticky streaks running down my cheeks and dripping onto my bare tits. Every time the car hit a bump, more of it slid down my skin. I should have been terrified. Instead, my pussy was throbbing so hard I had to squeeze my thighs together just to stop the constant dripping between my legs. Don Vincenzo Rossi sat beside me like a king, one arm resting across the back of the seat, the other holding my leash. He hadn’t said a word since we left the auction house. He just watched me with those cold dark eyes, occasionally reaching over to wipe a drop of his cum from my chin and push it into my mouth. “Swallow,” he would say quietly. And I did. Every single time. The car finally pulled up to a massive

: Chapter 4: Prize Hole Filled Forever The night of the private party arrived like a storm I couldn’t escape. I stood in the center of the grand ballroom completely naked, the thin gold collar locked tight around my neck, a long silver chain hanging between my breasts like a leash. My body was already marked — bite marks on my tits, handprints on my ass, and thick streaks of dried cum from the lieutenants still clinging to my skin even after they made me shower. My pussy and ass were both plugged with thick jeweled toys that stretched me constantly, reminding me of what was coming. Twenty powerful men filled the room — billionaires, politicians, mafia bosses, all dressed in expensive suits, drinking whiskey and smoking cigars while they stared at me like I was the main course. Don Vincenzo Rossi sat on his throne-like chair at the head of the room, legs spread, one hand resting on the armrest, the other holding my leash. He looked calm, but his dark eyes burned with pride. “Thi

**Chapter 2** I stood on the front porch of Professor Grant’s house with my heart hammering so hard against my ribs that I could feel it in my throat and the cool evening air did nothing to calm the heat flushing my cheeks. The big colonial style home sat at the end of a quiet street lined with tall trees and I had driven here in my old car with my hands gripping the wheel so tight my knuckles turned white because every mile brought me closer to whatever he had planned for me tonight. I had followed his instructions exactly and chosen a simple white sundress that buttoned down the front with nothing underneath because he had said easy to take off and the thought of that made my stomach twist with nerves and something hotter that I did not want to name. My legs felt shaky as I raised my hand and knocked on the heavy wooden door and I kept telling myself this was the only way to save my scholarship and my future but deep down I knew part of me had come here because I needed to know wha

**Chapter 4**I stared at the glowing screen of my phone with my heart pounding so loud I could hear it in my ears, and the text from my roommate stared back at me like a warning I could not ignore. She had seen my car parked just down the street from Professor Grant’s house and wanted to know why I was not at the library like I had told her I would be.My body was still trembling from the way he had fucked me on the couch, and his thick cum was already leaking out of me onto the leather, but he did not pull his hand away.Instead, he pushed two fingers back inside me, slow and deep, forcing every drop of his release to stay right where it belonged while he looked straight into my eyes with that calm, commanding stare that always made me feel completely owned.“Tell her you are at the library studying late,” he said, his voice low and steady like this was just another normal conversation and not the most dangerous moment of my life. “Type it right now, Lily, and do not hesitate.”His

* **Chapter 1: The Secret I Was Never Supposed to See** I never meant to catch him. But the moment I stepped through the front door of our lakeside mansion that sticky June evening, the humid air thick with the scent of pine and chlorine from the pool out back, everything changed. I was nineteen, home from my first year of college with a suitcase full of dirty laundry and a head full of secrets I thought I’d left behind. My sundress clung to my skin, the thin white fabric already damp from the long drive, outlining every curve I had spent the last year growing into. Full breasts that strained against the low neckline, hips that swayed just a little more than they used to, long dark hair falling loose down my back like an invitation I didn’t know I was sending. Victor was standing right there in the foyer, six foot three of raw, commanding power, his salt-and-pepper hair still damp from a shower, a crisp white button-down shirt stretched tight across his broad chest. Forty-two y