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The Deal
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2025-07-05 08:10:00PROLOGUE
When broke recent grad Maya lands a last-minute job interview with tech tycoon Dominic Vale, she doesn’t expect to leave his office with a contract instead of an offer letter. He doesn’t want an assistant—he wants discretion, obedience, and availability. What begins as a sugar arrangement quickly spirals into something hotter, darker, and far more addictive than Maya ever expected—especially when Dominic insists she wear no panties to meetings and punishes disobedience with brutal pleasure.“Every time you cross a line, Maya, I’ll make you scream for it.”Chapter 1No Panties, No QuestionsI didn’t even belong in the building.The security guard looked me up and down like I was either lost or delusional. Probably both. I could feel the judgment scraping along my skin as I stood in the marbled lobby of Vale Industries, clutching a wrinkled résumé and trying not to sweat through my secondhand blouse.“Interview?” I offered weakly.“
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PROLOGUE Broke and desperate, 24-year-old Sienna gets an offer she should’ve walked away from—One month. One man. One filthy contract.No names. No public outings. No limits.All she has to do is say yes to him.Mr. Black. Older, richer, cruelly gorgeous, and controlling as sin.He wants her under him, owned in every way—bound by silk, paid in luxury, and fucked raw. What starts as a cold transaction becomes something darker and hungrier as his obsession takes root.But when the rules start slipping—and Sienna starts craving more than his money—the question becomes:Does she belong to him?Or is she the one who’ll make him fall?Chapter 1 The OfferSIENNAMy bank account was in the red. My fridge was empty. And my dignity? Left somewhere on the sticky floor of the strip club I didn’t even get hired at.The manager told me I wasn’t “porn-star pretty” or “innocent enough to make up for it.”Which meant I was
CRAVE: Temptations Collection Locked In - 8
Chapter 8 Yours, UncensoredElenaYou know the problem with fire? It is that you can’t control where it spreads and right now, Jax Hart was wildfire inside me.I shouldn’t have come.I should’ve stayed buttoned-up and polished on the morning talk circuit, laughing off his scandalous mic drop like I didn’t relive every raw, filthy second of that cabin.But I did because my thighs were wet before the end of his interview and my chest was tight. My mouth—dry and aching.And then there he was—on my screen—telling the whole world I’d screamed his name while I was fucking drenched.He wasn’t wrong.And when I burst through his door that night, furious and wet in every way that mattered, he fucked the resistance right out of me while I screamed every obscene word I had stashed in the wide range of my vocabulary.And now I was naked in his bed with my legs tied open with his belt, blindfolded and begging.He’d lit candles. Low. Flickering. Shadow
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Chapter 7 Lights, Camera, F*ck You Jax I was warned not to. My agent begged, my publisher threatened, my publicist nearly cried. “Please, Jax,” she whispered with that PR-polished voice. “Just let the story fade.” Fade? I didn’t do fading, I did fire. And right now, there was only one thing I wanted burning— Her. Elena fucking Cross. I’d been good. For two whole days. No calls, no posts, no public mentions of how her pussy clenched when I whispered filth against her neck, or how her nails left claw marks down my chest that I still hadn’t washed off. But then I saw her on TV. Panel interview. Tight skirt, crossed legs, professional smile frozen across her face like it wasn’t covering up the fact that I’d had her on all fours three nights ago, begging me not to stop. The host smirked. “Elena, care to comment on the rumors about you and
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Chapter 6 Your Name in My MouthElenaI didn’t cry when I left the lodge.Didn’t look back as the SUV drove me down that winding, snow-paved mountain.Didn’t let myself feel anything when my phone lit up with bars of service again and I was met with a tsunami of missed calls, angry texts, calendar alerts, and corporate emails with subject lines like:“URGENT: JAX HART MEDIA BLAST”“WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE LODGE.”I didn’t open them.Not until I was home. Showered. Alone.Back in the armor of city lights and sharp suits.Then I did what I always do.I poured a glass of red. Opened my laptop. And braced for the mess.But I wasn’t prepared for this.Title: “Locked In: A True Story of Lust in the Storm”By: Jax HartI blinked.Then clicked.The bastard had published a preview. A whole fucking chapter. On his newsletter. To over two million subscribers.“We hated each other. That was the beginning.She tol
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Chapter 5 Morning After, AgainElenaI should’ve left.Should’ve packed what little I brought, layered up, and taken my chances trekking through the snow.Instead, I was in his bed. Again.Naked. Again.His arm was slung over my waist like it belonged there. Like I belonged there.And his cock?Still thick, hard, pressed against my ass like a not-so-subtle promise that round… what, six? …wasn’t far behind.My body ached in that dangerously satisfying way. A kind of soreness that said you did something dirty, and you liked it. My inner thighs still trembled when I shifted. My lips were swollen from hours of being kissed—and bitten.And Jax?Sleeping like he hadn’t ruined me for other men in under twenty-four hours.I tried to move without waking him.Big mistake.His hand clamped on my hip.“Running again?” he mumbled, voice gravel and sex and smugness all rolled into one.I didn’t answer.He rolled over, draggi
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Chapter 4 There’s Still Only One Bed Elena By the time the snow stopped falling, I’d already come three times and threatened to kill Jax Hart at least twice. Not necessarily in that order. I stood in the kitchen wrapped in nothing but a too-thin robe, watching him cook bacon shirtless like he hadn’t just used my body as a human jungle gym two hours ago. His back flexed as he flipped a strip with a casual, one-handed flick of the wrist. Muscles rippled. Tattoos shifted. I hated him. I hated that my thighs were still sore and my nipples tightened just looking at him. I hated that I was considering going for round four before breakfast. “Coffee?” he asked, glancing at me over his shoulder with that lazy, cocky smile. “Or are you more of a post-coital mimosa girl?” “Is this your idea of pillow talk? Greasy food and cheap charm?” “Only when it works.” He hand
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