All Chapters of FILTHY SINS: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“You can’t be serious,” I said, my voice cracking as I pointed at the man standing beside my father. “You’re literally selling me off to a stranger?” My father wouldn’t even look at me. He kept his eyes on the floor of our faded living room, shoulders slumped like the weight of every bad decision he’d ever made had finally crushed him. My mother stood behind him, silent, twisting her hands together. The stranger — Adrian De Luca — watched me with calm, terrifying patience. He was enormous. Six-foot-six of pure, tailored power. Broad shoulders strained against his black suit, tattoos peeking from the cuffs and collar like dark secrets he didn’t bother hiding. His face was brutally handsome, sharp jaw, straight nose, and eyes so dark they looked black. Killer eyes. The kind that promised you’d never escape once they locked onto you. He didn’t speak. He just studied me like I was something he’d already bought and paid for. “Bella,” my

Adrian’s eyes never left mine as he set the toys aside. The black lace lingerie he’d made me wear felt like nothing now — just thin scraps that barely covered my small breasts and the smooth mound between my legs. I was still trembling from the orgasm he’d forced me to give myself, my thighs sticky, breathing shallow. He stood at the edge of the bed like a god of ruin, 6’6 of pure muscle and ink. Water from the shower still glistened on his broad chest, tracing every hard line of his abs down to the deep V disappearing into his gray joggers. His cock strained heavily against the fabric, thicker and longer than I had imagined. “Enough games, Bella,” he said, voice low and rough. “You’re my wife now. Time to learn exactly what that means.” He hooked two fingers into the waistband of my lace panties and tore them off in one brutal motion. I gasped as cool air hit my soaked pussy. He

Father’s Best Friend’s Revenge Chapter 1: The Desk The study smelled of aged leather, polished wood, and the faint trace of my father’s cigar smoke that never quite left the air. I stood frozen in the doorway, heart hammering against my ribs, staring at the massive oak desk where my father had worked for as long as I could remember. Ronan Vale leaned against it like he owned the room. He always had that effect — tall, broad-shouldered, radiating the kind of quiet power that made people step aside without him saying a word. Late forties, but he carried it like a weapon. Dark hair threaded with silver at the temples, sharp cheekbones, and eyes the color of storm clouds right before lightning. Tattoos peeked from beneath the rolled sleeves of his crisp black shirt, hints of ink that told stories I’d only ever imagined. “Elara,” he said, voice low and smooth, li

Ronan didn’t pull out. He stayed buried deep inside me, thick and pulsing, his cum already leaking around where we were joined. My back was pressed against the polished oak of my father’s desk, legs wrapped around his waist, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. The study smelled like sex now — sweat, arousal, and the faint trace of his cologne. He kissed me again, slower this time. Not the punishing claim from minutes ago, but something deeper. Hungrier. His tongue slid against mine like he was memorizing the taste of my surrender. One big hand cradled the back of my head while the other gripped my thigh, holding me open for him. “Elara,” he breathed against my lips, voice rough. “You have no idea what you do to me.” I shivered. The vulnerability in his voice — the way this powerful, dangerous man sounded almost broken — did dangerous things to my chest. This wasn’t just lust anymore. Not for him. And that terrified

The bass from the party downstairs vibrated through the floorboards, but up here on the second-floor balcony, the only sound that mattered was the wet slide of tongues and the soft, needy moan of the girl pressed against the wall. I shouldn’t have been watching. But I couldn’t look away. Rylan Vale had the girl pinned with one hand on her throat, the other shoved up her tiny dress. His mouth devoured hers — deep, filthy kisses that made her whimper and grind against his thigh like she was already close. His dark hair fell across his forehead as he tilted his head, biting her bottom lip hard enough to make her gasp. The silver rings on his fingers glinted when he slipped them between her legs, stroking her right there in the open. And he was looking straight at me while he did it. Rylan’s storm-gray eyes locked onto mine across the dimly lit balcony, a dark,