Blood and Bruises

GEORGIA POV My fingers hovered over the phone screen for what felt like an eternity. The unknown number message stared back at me in the dim light of my room, the address and the instruction not to be late burning into my eyes. My heart was still racing from everything that had happened, Dante’s betrayal, the public humiliation, Mr. Williams seeing me at the club, the intense moment in his office where he had made me cum on his fingers while calling me his dirty little slut. Shame, fear, and a strange, dark thrill mixed together in my chest until I could barely breathe. I typed with shaking hands. Me: Who is this? The reply came almost immediately, the notification lighting up my dark room like a warning. Unknown Number: It’s Mr. Williams. This is my personal number. You might as well save it as daddy since that’s what you’ll be calling me from now henceforth. Don’t be late tomorrow. I stared at the words until they blurred. Mr. Williams. My teacher. The man who now owned my bigg

Dante’s Downfall

ALEXANDER POV I couldn’t believe how hard I was already. I stood in the middle of my bedroom, the door locked behind me, one hand pressed against the front of my pants where my cock was throbbing painfully against the fabric. The house was quiet. Dante was out somewhere, probably with that cheerleader girl he’d been seeing. But my mind wasn’t on my son. It was on her. Georgia. My son’s ex-girlfriend. The quiet, curvy, beautiful girl who had shown up at my door earlier today with fire in her eyes and pain written all over her face. The way she had looked at me. The way she had grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me like she was daring the world to stop her. I had tried to resist. I had told myself it was wrong. She was twenty. She had been with Dante. She was off-limits, and this type of relationship was forbidden. But the moment her soft lips touched mine, all those reasons crumbled like ash. I had wanted her for longer than I cared to admit. It started innocently, notic

Owned by the Devil

ALEXANDER POV I couldn’t get her out of my fucking head. All night, she tormented me. The moment I tried to close my eyes, the memory slammed into me again. Georgia sprawled on my couch like a filthy little slut, her legs spread extremely wide, her tight pink pussy glistening and dripping while I watched her finger herself. The way her back arched off the cushions. Those soft, breathy moans she tried to hold back. Her perky tits bouncing with every desperate roll of her hips. The flushed, fucked-out look on her face as she watched me watch her cum. My son’s shy little ex girlfriend. But that girl? She was pure fucking sin wrapped in a tight little body. By 3 AM I gave up trying to sleep. My cock was rock hard, throbbing angrily against my stomach, leaking pre-cum just from the memory. I wrapped my fist around it and started stroking slowly, eyes closed, imagining it was her. In my mind, I had her on her knees in front of me, those big brown eyes looking up at me while she sucke

Sinfully Theirs

GEORGIA POV “Tell me, whore,” Maxwell growled, his breath hot and ragged against my ear. His cock was still buried deep inside me, thick and heavy even as it softened, twitching with the last weak spurts of his cum. “Who else has fucked this pussy?” The question landed like a slap to my face. My heart slammed against my ribs so violently I felt it in my throat. Every inch of my body throbbed with exhaustion and pain. My pussy was raw, swollen, stretched beyond comfort, still clenching weakly around his thickness like it hadn’t realized the nightmare wasn’t over. His cum mixed with Micheal’s from earlier leaked out slowly around him, warm and sticky, dripping down my thighs onto the already ruined sheets. The burn between my legs was constant, a deep, pulsing ache that made my hips twitch involuntarily with every tiny shift. I couldn’t speak. My throat felt tight and raw. Tears soaked the pillow beneath my face, hot and silent. My fingers twisted in the sheets so hard my knuckles

Conflicted Cravings

GEORGIA POVThe soreness never really left. Even days later, every step sent a dull, deep throb through my core. My pussy felt bruised and tender, like it remembered every brutal thrust Maxwell had forced into me that night. Sitting in class was torture. The fabric of my panties rubbed against my swollen folds, reminding me constantly of the mess I was leaking cum from two different men, marked inside and out, pretending I was just another student taking notes.I kept my head down, legs pressed tightly together, trying not to shift too much. Mr. Williams was teaching at the front of the room. His voice was calm and professional as he explained management structures, but every time his eyes flicked to me, heat rushed between my legs. I hated how my body reacted. I was sore, I was exhausted, I was supposed to feel disgusted with myself. Instead, I felt needy, empty and aching for his hands again.After class, my phone buzzed.Micheal: My house tonight by 8pm. I need to see you.My stom

All Chapters of SINFULLY THEIRS: Chapter 21 - Chapter 25

Blood and Bruises

Dante’s Downfall

Owned by the Devil

Sinfully Theirs

Conflicted Cravings