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Sin: A Forbidden Erotica Collection

"She's mine tonight, asshole, you had her last week." Zack, taller and broader, with those piercing blue eyes, shoved him back hard. "Fuck off, Zade. Her tight little pussy belongs wrapped around my dick." And then there was Mark, my stepdad, looming in the doorway like a goddamn predator, his arms crossed over his broad chest. "Both of you back the fuck off. I'm the man of the house and that sweet ass is mine to pound whenever I want." ❤️❤️❤️ Dive into this sizzling erotica collection of taboo tropes where forbidden flames erupt in shadows of power and secrecy. Stepfamily sparks fly between a seductive step sis and stepbrothers under one tense roof. Mythical beasts knot with innocent human girls in primal forest trysts. A mafia kingpin claims a pure-hearted nun in a ruthless game of dominance. Captor hunts prey in a thrilling chase of possession. "Dad's Best Friend" awakens cravings in his ally's daughter, shattering loyalty. "Boss x Stripper" ignites when an executive ensnares his hypnotic dancer in high-stakes control. "Professor X Student," where forbidden mentorship spirals into obsessive bonds in lecture halls after dark. "Coach x Cheerleader," rigorous drills turn into steamy locker room rituals after hours. "Priest x Parishioner," sacred confessions unravel into sinful midnight vows. Read if you're ready for some heat.
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Chapter 5

Atlas guided me to the plush leather couch with gentle hands, his touch a stark contrast to the brutality I'd just endured, easing me down like I was fragile glass.

"Who the fuck hurt you like this, Ella?" he demanded, kneeling in front of me, his eyes scanning the bruises blooming on my throat and cheek, his jaw clenching like steel. "Tell me now, those marks look fresh as hell."

I swallowed hard, my voice cracking. "Zack and Zade... they found out I let you fuck me two days ago. Said I belonged to them, their cocksleeve. They... they railed me on the couch, double-teamed every hole, then dragged me out naked. They disowned me. Even Mom cut me off, called me a disgrace."

His face twisted into pure fury, the veins bulging in his neck as he shot to his feet. "Those stepbrother pricks? I'll fucking end them, Ella. God, I regret leaving you for that model bitch every goddamn day. You were my everything, innocent and pure... I was a stupid fuck."

Tears stung my eyes as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead, his lips lingering. "You're safe here." He stood, disappearing into the kitchen, returning with a cool glass of water that I sipped shakily.

Then, a naked slim blonde bombshell sauntered in, all perky B-cups, shaved pussy glistening, long legs endless. She draped herself over Atlas, planting a deep, tongue-twisting kiss right on his mouth, moaning softly as her hands roamed his abs.

I wasn't jealous, just gutted, a fresh knife-twist in my chest.

Atlas pulled back slightly, glancing at me with awkward guilt. "Ella, this is Lena, my fiancée. Our wedding's next week."

The words hit like a sledgehammer. Fiancée? After he wrecked my pussy on that piano, claimed me as his? I was a whore now, holes stretched and leaking from brothers and exes, but even innocent back then, he'd dumped me like trash.

Being pure got me discarded; being a cum-dump got me fucked and forgotten. What the fuck wins love?

I forced a brittle smile, my throat tight. "Congrats... she's stunning."

Lena smirked, sauntering to the opposite couch, flopping back and spreading her toned legs wide, pink pussy lips parting slickly. "Missed you, baby," she purred, her fingers dipping into her wet slit, rubbing her swollen clit in slow circles, juices smearing her thighs. "C'mere, eat this pussy like you own it."

Atlas hesitated, his eyes flicking to me, hurt mirroring mine, but dropped to his knees between her legs anyway. "Fuck, Lena..." He dove in, his tongue lashing her clit hungrily, slurping her nectar with wet, obscene smacks that filled the room. She arched, grinding her cunt on his face, her fingers tangled in his dark hair. "Yes, Atlas, suck my clit harder, tongue-fuck my hole!"

I couldn't look away, transfixed, my own pussy clenching traitorously and heart fracturing as his head bobbed, his lips shiny with her arousal, her moans escalating to screams. "Deeper, baby, make me squirt before your broken ex watches!"

Tears blurred my vision, but my nipples hardened under the crop top, my body betraying the agony ripping through me. Why her? Why not me?

Atlas groaned into Lena's dripping cunt like a starving man, his tongue flattened, broad and flat against her throbbing clit, lapping in firm, relentless strokes that made her hips buck wildly. "Fuck, Lena, squirt in my mouth, baby, drown me in that sweet pussy juice," he begged between slurps, his voice muffled and desperate, his hands gripping her ass cheeks to spread her wider. "Give it to me, baby, flood my throat!"

Lena's back arched off the couch, her fingers clawing the cushions as she screamed, "Yes, Atlas... oh god, drink my squirt, you filthy man!" Her pussy convulsed, her clit pulsing under his tongue, and she exploded, a gushing torrent of hot squirt spraying straight into his open mouth. He gulped it down greedily, Adam's apple bobbing, some splashing his chin and dripping onto the floor in shiny puddles. "Mmm, so fucking good," he moaned, not missing a drop, sucking her spasming hole clean before flipping her over onto all fours like a ragdoll.

Without pause, he buried his face in her ass crack, his tongue spearing her tight pink pucker aggressively, rimming her asshole with savage laps and thrusts.

"This ass is mine forever," he growled, spitting on her hole before drilling his tongue deep, fucking it in and out while fingering her squirted pussy roughly, three digits churning her gushy walls. Lena wailed, pushing back, "Eat that shithole, baby, tongue-fuck my ass till I cum again!" He mauled her cheeks, biting the flesh.

I watched from the couch, my eyes stinging with hot tears carving tracks down my cheeks.

Why couldn't he love only me? Why touch her like that, marry her, when he'd just claimed my womb two days ago? My heart splintered watching his sunflower eyes roll back in bliss from her ass-taste, his hands worshipping her slim perfection while I sat broken and discarded.

He stood up, yanking down his sweats to free his massive wrist-thick cock, veined and oozing pre-cum. "Need to fuck you now, Lena, bend over more." She obeyed, and he slammed balls-deep into her pussy from behind, the couch shaking with his brutal thrusts.

"Take this dick, princess, your tight cunt owns me!" Each plunge made her tits jiggle, her moans a symphony of ecstasy: "Harder, wreck my hole before the wedding!" He pounded mercilessly, his balls slapping her clit.

He pulled out to ram her ass next, stretching her pucker wide around his girth. "Ass-fuck your bride-to-be," she begged, and he did, churning her guts until she squirted again, screaming through another orgasm.

Finally, he looked up mid-thrust, locking eyes with me over her arched back, a cruel smirk curling his cum-smeared lips. "Ella, go to the guest bedroom down the hall. Stay the week, attend our wedding. Watch me make her mine forever."

I nodded numbly, tears flowing freely. I staggered up on wobbly legs and shuffled to the guest room. The door clicked shut behind me as their fuck-sounds echoed, his grunts, her wails, the wet slap of flesh claiming a future I could never have.

Curled on the bed, I sobbed into the pillow.

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