All Chapters of SINNERS: AN HOT COLLECTION : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Her breathing grew ragged. One hand slipped lower without thinking, pressing against the front of her habit where the ache was worst.“Lift the skirt,” he ordered quietly. “Spread your legs and show me how wet you are.”Claire glanced at the door, heart pounding. The guard could return any minute. But the risk only made her hotter. She gathered the heavy black fabric, hiking it up her thighs until the white cotton of her panties was visible. The crotch was dark with her arousal.“Pull them aside,” Marcus growled. “Let me see that virgin cunt.”With trembling fingers, she hooked the fabric to the side, exposing her smooth, pink pussy. Her clit was swollen and peeking from its hood, her entrance glistening with slick.“Jesus Christ,” Marcus breathed, sounding almost reverent. “So pretty and wet. Look how it’s dripping for a convicted killer. Rub your clit, Claire. Slow circles. Tell me how it feels.”She did, gasping as her fingers made contact. “It… it feels so good. I’m aching, Marcus

The news spread like wildfire through the Sisters of Divine Mercy. Guards shot, alarms triggered, a daring breakout during a transfer. Claire stood frozen in the chapel as Mother Superior announced the lockdown and warned every sister to stay inside the walls. “He is extremely dangerous,” the older nun said gravely. “Pray for his soul… and for our safety.”Claire’s rosary slipped from her numb fingers and clattered to the stone floor.She knew, deep in her bones, that he was coming for her.That night the convent was quiet, heavy with tension. Claire lay in her narrow bed, habit still on, unable to sleep. Every creak of the old building made her heart leap. Her body betrayed her with constant, throbbing need—her pussy slick and swollen, nipples tight against the rough fabric. She whispered frantic prayers, but they dissolved into memories of Marcus’s tongue devouring her, his filthy promises.A soft scrape at her window made her sit up sharply.The latch clicked open from the outside.

The lawyer’s office in downtown Chicago smelled of polished mahogany, aged leather, and the faint metallic tang of fresh ink on legal documents. Sunlight filtered through half-closed blinds, striping the long conference table where Lila Harper sat rigid in her simple black dress. The fabric clung to her curves in the cool blast of central air conditioning, a stark contrast to the humid late-summer heat pressing against the windows outside.At twenty-two, fresh out of Northwestern with a degree in finance, she had just become the sole heir to her parents’ sprawling colonial home in the exclusive North Shore suburb of Winnetka, their substantial investment portfolio, and a trust fund that would keep her comfortable for decades. Her mother’s meticulous, controlling hand had ensured every asset went to her only biological daughter.Her stepbrother, Kai, received nothing.He leaned against the far wall like he owned the place anyway, arms crossed over his broad, muscular chest. At twenty-e

His mouth crashed down on hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle or romantic. It was hungry, punishing, filled with years of pent-up frustration, jealousy, and dark desire. His tongue invaded her mouth without mercy, claiming every corner as one rough hand palmed her full breast through the thin lace, his thumb flicking roughly over her already pebbled nipple. Lila moaned involuntarily into the kiss, her body betraying her completely as fresh wetness flooded between her thighs.When he finally pulled back, both of them breathing hard, a cruel, satisfied smirk curved his lips as he looked down at her flushed face and heaving chest. “Your old bedroom. Upstairs. Now. I want to fuck you in the same bed where you used to lie awake at night touching yourself, fantasizing about boys who could never, ever measure up to what I’m about to do to you.”Lila’s face burned with a mixture of deep shame and overwhelming, unwanted arousal. Yet she offered no resistance as Kai’s strong hand wrappe

Sunlight streamed through the half-open blinds of Lila’s childhood bedroom, painting warm stripes across the rumpled white comforter. The clock on the nightstand read 7:42 a.m. Lila stirred slowly, her body deliciously sore in places she had never been sore before. Between her thighs felt sticky and tender, a constant reminder of Kai’s thick cock and the two loads he had pumped deep inside her the night before. She shifted, feeling the dried evidence of their taboo fucking pull at her skin, and a fresh wave of shameful heat bloomed low in her belly.Kai was already awake.He lay on his side beside her, propped on one elbow, watching her with those intense hazel eyes. His muscular body was bare, the sheet pooled low around his hips, revealing the sharp V of his abs and the heavy outline of his morning wood. One large hand rested possessively on her hip, thumb stroking lazy circles over the faint bruise he had left there last night when he gripped her too hard.“Morning, little sister,”