All Chapters of DIRTY SINS: A compilation of short forbidden stories : Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

He looked at me like he already knew why I was there. Like he had seen me somewhere before and was trying to place me.He was dressed in a dark leather suit, the material hugging his broad frame. His hair was slicked back neatly, and his hands rested casually in his pockets. His eyes locked onto mine with an intense stare that made it impossible to look away.He looked more like a gangster than a businessman.Maybe he really was the owner of the club. The bodyguards certainly seemed to obey him.I stood frozen where I was.I couldn't move nor speak. It was as if his presence alone had rooted me to the spot.Then he started walking toward me.I swallowed hard, fighting back the gasp threatening to escape my lips.When he stopped in front of me, he lifted a hand and gently brushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear.“I thought you wanted to go inside.”His voice dropped low, smooth as velvet.Against my will, my gaze drifted to his lips.They curved slightly at the corners, and someho

I felt heat rise in my face and between my legs as his eyes travelled over every inch of me. From my full breasts to the soft curve of my waist to the smooth skin between my thighs. His eyes alone were enough to melt through any woman's defenses.“Sit.” He tilted his head toward the couch opposite his.I glanced at it before crossing the room and lowering myself onto the cushion.“Finger yourself while I watch.”I knew myself. I should have disagreed, should have told him this wasn't me, but the words never came.Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to do something reckless for once. No one had ever asked me to do something like this before. Then again, I'd spent practically my entire life with Lee. Everything between us had been familiar, routine, and mostly centered around sex.This was different. Entirely different.I slowly parted my knees, just enough for him to see. Then, I placed one hand on my breast while the other located my clit and circled it.He watched me with quiet admiration,

Wanting my father's best friend was somewhere forbidden. Stupid, even. But I couldn’t help it anymore. He was just too.. distracting and sexy to ignore.Andrew Lewis. But in my head, I secretly liked calling him Andy.He was older than me, more grounded, more… put together. He had been married once, though they divorced for reasons I never bothered to find out. It didn’t matter to me anyway. He didn’t even look his age. Sometimes I wondered if he’d lied about it. Even if he was in his early forties, he carried himself like someone in his early thirties.Dark hair, slightly messy like he’d just run his hand through it. A solid, muscular build that made my stomach tighten every time I saw him.There was one day I saw him without a shirt.Dad had taken me to the gym, and we ended up running into him there. He was on the treadmill, moving at a steady pace, sweat catching under the lights. No shirt—just sweatpants sitting low enough to show the sharp line of his waist.I remember the exact