SINFUL PLEASURES: Short Flithy Stories

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18+ Explicit Content Reader Discretion Strongly Advised

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This collection contains graphic sexual content, including rough sex, big age gaps in relationships, and subjects that are considered taboo or wrong. If you are easily upset by dark, shocking, or extreme topics, this book is not for you.

He walked me backward until my spine hit the wall beside the television.

His hands shoved my crop top up, yanking it over my head and tossing it somewhere.

My tits spilled free and he stared at them for a second like he could not believe they were real, then in seconds what I knew was his lips were on me.

He sucked my left nipple hard, his teeth grazing me, flicking his tongue, while his hand pinched the other one until I cried out.

I clawed at his back, trying to pull his boxers down with one hand while the other tangled in his hair.

He pulled off my nipple with a wet pop. “Slowly Aria,” he growled. “ I've been waiting too fucking long to rush this.”

STORY 1: MY "BROTHER" KNEW I'M A PORNSTAR (I)

Aria's Pov.

The moment Mum started talking about needing to pick something up from Daniel’s place, my heart slammed against my ribcage, and I practically shouted, “Mum, I’ll go!” before she could even finish her sentence.

She froze, her eyebrows shooting up as she stared at me like I’d grown a second head. “You mean you’ll go to your brother’s place?” she asked, her voice dripping with suspicion.

She tilted her head, waiting for me to explain myself.

“Yes,” I said, forcing my voice to stay calm, even though my pulse was racing so fast I could hear it in my ears. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from grinning like an idiot. God, I hoped I didn’t sound as desperate as I felt.

Mum’s eyes narrowed, and I could feel her trying to read me. Everyone in the family knew how much I “hated” Charles.

I’d spent years rolling my eyes whenever he was around, storming out of rooms if he stayed too long, snapping at him when he teased me in front of Mum or Daniel.

It was my armor, my way of hiding the truth. Because the truth? The truth was so much filthier.

I didn’t hate Charles. I was fucking obsessed with him.

Every time he walked into a room, my eyes were glued to him, his broad shoulders, the way his T-shirts clung to his chest, the cocky smirk that made my thighs clench.

I hated how he flirted with every girl in sight, tossing his charm around like it was nothing, while I sat there burning, imagining his hands on me instead.

I wanted him to look at me the way he looked at those girls, with that hungry glint in his eyes. I wanted him to want “me” , only me.

I wanted to own every inch of him, his attention, his