《FILTHY SINS》全部章節：第 11 章 - 第 20 章

My knees hit the cold marble before I even realized I was falling. The inner sanctum smelled of heavy incense, melting wax, and something older — like old blood and desire baked into the stone over centuries. My thin white initiation robe lay in a crumpled heap a few feet away. I was completely naked under the flickering torchlight, nipples tight in the chill air, thighs already slick with shameful wetness. I was supposed to be proving my devotion to the goddess. Instead, I felt like prey on the altar. High Priest Nikolai stood above me, tall and merciless in his black robes trimmed with silver. His dark hair fell across his forehead, and those piercing eyes pinned me in place. Behind him, the inner circle watched in heavy silence — Brothers Elias, Thorne, and Caius. The men who had whispered promises of belonging when they found me lost and searching. “Vivienne,” Nikolai said, his voice low and rough, carrying through the ancient chamber like smoke. “You came seeking truth. Ton

Nikolai carried me through the shadowed corridors in silence, my body still trembling from everything they had done to me on the altar. His arms were strong around me, the black robe he had wrapped me in carrying his scent smoke, musk. I kept my face pressed against his chest, too exhausted and too confused to speak. The others had faded back into the darkness after the ceremony, leaving just us. He brought me to a smaller chamber, private, lit by a single heavy candelabra. The walls here were covered in older carvings, symbols I didn’t understand twisting together with figures of women on their knees, mouths open, bodies offered. A low stone bed covered in black silk waited in the center. He set me down gently, but his eyes were anything but calm. “The others were only the first offering,” he said quietly, shedding his outer robe. “Tonight you serve me alone. The goddess demands a deeper surrender.” I sat up slowly, the robe slipping off one shoulder. My thighs were sticky with

My bedroom door was cracked open just enough. I was on my back on the bed I shared with Jax, legs spread obscenely wide, knees bent toward my chest. The thick pink dildo — the one I’d bought online and hidden in my drawer — was buried deep inside my soaked pussy, buzzing on the highest setting. I fucked myself with it in long, desperate strokes, my other hand rubbing tight circles on my swollen clit. “Fuck… yes…” I whispered, eyes squeezed shut. I wasn’t thinking about Jax. I was thinking about his father. Alex. The man who had been staying with us for the past three weeks while his house was being renovated. The man whose deep voice I heard every morning in the kitchen. The man whose heavy footsteps I listened for when I walked around the apartment in my tiniest shorts and tight little tank tops, no bra, nipples obviously hard. I loved sex. Jax gave it to

The next morning Jax left early for work, kissing me quickly on the forehead before disappearing out the door. I waited until I heard his car pull away, then slipped into something that left almost nothing to the imagination — a backless black dress so short it barely covered the bottom curve of my ass. No bra. No panties. Just smooth skin and bad intentions. I walked straight to Alex’s room. He was lying on his bed in nothing but gray sweatpants, propped against the headboard, eyes glued to his phone. The moment I stepped inside, I heard it — the unmistakable wet sounds of a woman moaning, getting fucked hard. I smiled, slow and knowing. Alex looked up, startled. His hand froze on his phone. He tried to hide the screen, but it was too late. “No need to be shy,” I said softly, climbing onto the bed and laying my body right on top of his. “I know exactly what you’re watching.” He tensed, hands coming up to push me off. “Sia, get out—” I caught his wrists and pinned them d

Jax was already fast asleep, snoring softly beside me, one arm thrown over my waist. The room was dark and quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner. I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, my body still buzzing from everything that had happened during the day. Thirst clawed at my throat. I slipped out of bed carefully, not wanting to wake him. Jax had made sure I took off his father’s white button-down before we went to sleep. Now I wore a sheer black nightie that barely reached the top of my thighs. The fabric was practically see-through, my nipples clearly visible, the hem brushing against my bare pussy with every step. I padded quietly to the kitchen, the cool tiles cold under my feet. I opened the fridge for a bottle of water and leaned over the sink to fill a glass. A firm hand cracked across my ass without warning. “Ouch!” I gasped, spinning around. Alex stood t