Corrupt Temptation
Sloan Vale isn’t just a billionaire—he’s a king in a world built on whispered names, silk-bound power, and decadent sin. By day, he’s untouchable. Polished. Controlled. But by night, he rules The Crimson Order, a secret society where the elite indulge their darkest desires and make deals sealed with blood and pleasure.
He’s never had a reason to break his own rules. Until her.
Ivy Sinclair is a broke, brilliant art student just trying to survive. When she delivers a painting to an exclusive event, she stumbles into a hidden world she was never meant to see. Sloan’s world. The moment he lays eyes on her, he knows she doesn’t belong. Too innocent. Too pure. Too tempting.
She should have run. He should have let her.
But instead, he offers her a choice: walk away and forget what she saw… or surrender to him and learn just how deep the rabbit hole goes.
Ivy agrees but she’s not as innocent as she seems. As Sloan draws her deeper into his dangerous orbit, he finds himself addicted to her softness, her fire, her secrets. She awakens something in him that’s been dormant far too long. Obsession. Protection. Lust.
But Ivy didn’t stumble into his world by accident. She’s running from something darker. Something deadly. And when her past collides with his empire, both of them will have to decide what’s worth more: power or passion. Vengeance or love.
In a world where everything comes with a price… will she be his salvation, or his ultimate ruin?
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Chapter: CHAPTER 4The sound was soft.A rub against the door frame, not quite enough to rouse most from their sleep but I was different.I was a light sleeper and I had not slept soundly since my arrival here. Only waiting. Like an animal that sleeps with an open eye.But tonight, exhaustion had finally overtaken me. I’d curled into the sheets in the oversized bed, the candle burned low on the dresser, my body heavy with the weight of too many questions. Somewhere between midnight and now, sleep had taken me down.I stirred when the door opened. No knock. Just the soft hush of it swinging inward. My lids blinked open in darkness, instinct rising in icy flood.Immediately he entered, his scent filled up the room. I was so sure it was Solan and my tension eased, just a little. He crept like a shadow—determined, silent, unwelcome and inexorable. He didn't hesitate. He didn't ask. He entered my room as if he owned it. As if he owned me.He was dressed in black. A long-sleeved shirt, black trousers, covered
Last Updated: 2025-05-24
Chapter: CHAPTER 3Hours passed but I could not sleep.His fingertips were like ghost fire on my skin, but beneath the churning tension there was more—questions. This wall housed so many secrets. That woman at the ritual had trusted her handler absolutely. What would cause someone to give over so completely?I had no clue. But I was determined to find out.Slipping out of bed, I wrapped a cashmere shawl around my shoulders and padded barefoot down the hall. The house was quiet, but I could feel it waiting. Far in its bones, this house was alive.I found the study two doors down. Unlocked.There were floor-to-ceiling books along the walls inside. A glass tray had a half-full decanter of amber whiskey. The fireplace was cold but there was still the scent of burnt cedar in the air. I ran my fingers along a row of spines, titles in Latin, philosophy, eroticism, war. One book had a hidden cutout in the middle. A flash drive inside. I removed it.Behind the desk, I saw a framed photo.Two men.One was Sloan—
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Chapter: CHAPTER 2The corridor behind the black door was quiet. My boots sank into thick carpet as I followed Sloan deeper into the building. Lights, even muted, glowed amber and gold, casting illumination on art hung in gilded frames, women with slightly parted lips, men cloaked in smoke and power. Power, decadence, secrecy—everything in here exhaled it.We stopped before an unmarked door of polished mahogany. He unlocked it with a brass key."This way," he said, not looking at me.I hesitated briefly, then went in.The suite was a sanctum more. Black velvet drapes that seemed to be charcoal, a chandelier of crystal that was twisted and hung low over an obsidian table. All of which glowed in muted opulence. This was not wealth for display—it was for intimidation.A bed. Imperial, large, the headboard inlaid with dark mirrored glass. There was something in the way that said this was not for sleeping."This wing is yours," Sloan said. "You'll remain here unless I summon you."I turned around to him. "Yo
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Chapter: CHAPTER 1It was nearly midnight when I added the final stroke. My hands trembled, not with exhaustion, but with the cold that has been living in my bones nowadays. The kind brought by hunger, by fear, and by the unanswered question that haunted me: Is Willa still alive?The warehouse-studio reeked of turpentine and desperation. Faint light from a single standing lamp stretched shadows high against the concrete walls. My canvas, a tempest of ivory and crimson, wrapped around the outline of a quivering female form still glistened wet. My fingers were clotted with pigment and despair.I hadn’t slept in two days. I’d lost interest in food about a week ago. And Willa? My seventeen year old sister hadn't returned my call in five.I placed the heel of my hand against my chest, attempting to soothe the thunder pounding beneath my ribs. No credit card transaction history, no leads, she just… disappeared.Suddenly, rhe phone rang, disruption the queit of the night and cutting my train of thoughts. 12:0
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