Craving Mr Redd

Kyla felt her world crumble after losing her father two weeks ago.The thought of never seeing the only person who understood her more than anyone else was a nightmare. She’d never get to hear him call her little pumpkin. Never get to feel his lips pressed against her cheek.Throughout the week, she refused to step out, barely ate, and barely said a word to anyone.A gentle knock sounded behind her door.“Go away, Vivian. I do not want breakfast,” Kyla mumbled under the sheet.Vivian, the housekeeper, cleared her throat. “Someone is here to see you.”Kyla sighed. “Don’t try to trick me out.”“This is important, Miss Harper. The guest is waiting.”Kyla shut her eyes and went quiet. She wouldn’t get out of this bed. Every morning she opened her eyes, the world didn’t feel the same. Stepping out was worse, as every inch of the mansion held memories of her father.“Let me handle this,” another voice said, deeper than the maid’s.“Kyla. This is a friend of your father. Please, step out for

Years of keeping a low profile in the depths of his dark, discreet world, Carlos never expected to be in this situation.A situation where he had to babysit some feisty, daring twenty-two-year-old lady who had absolutely no idea what was going on.John Harper’s death had caught him off guard. Struck him like a thunderbolt and left him raging with so many questions. So many cracks.Just in that fleeting moment he'd been away, this had happened. Some random shadow had struck.The accident wasn't ordinary in the terms he had discovered. And Harper's last wish to protect his daughter only proved him right. Something doesn't add up. Something Harper himself had seen coming.John Harper knew what kind of man Carlos was. The dark and dangerous things he usually pulls and always complains about the nature of his lifestyle, yet entrusts his daughter to him?A sassy lady who was doing a pretty job of getting on his nerves. A contrast to the definition of what her father had described her to be—

“Urgh, fuck, you are so tight.”Jayden groaned, holding her ass so tight his fingers almost dug in. His other hand held her hair, revealing just how wide her mouth was open, with a hint of the mix of saliva and something whitish.Kyla couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t feel.This was a kind of betrayal that would send every nerve into catatonia before gradually burning into flame.She’d felt it in every organ. Every drop of blood that runs through her veins.Her heart and soul.She watched them groan out in release.Jayden threw his head backward, then kissed her mouth afterward. A long, hard after-sex kiss, their tongues tangled and fighting for dominance as if they wanted to do it and shatter her all over again.They pulled away breathlessly. Saliva breaking in between.“Shayla was right. You could really fuck.”“Hell damn, she was.”She laughed, and her eyes finally met Kyla’s.“We got an audience?”Jayden glanced her way, and gradually the color drained from his face.“Kyla?”

She chuckled.Carlos didn't expect that.“All of them, I guess,” she said and looked at him, voice hoarse. “Your nephew is full shit.”Carlos didn’t reply.“So, as you.”“Yeah. But I’m a different kind of shit, though,” he replied.“Care to explain to me what’s going on? How come Jayden or my father never mentioned you all these years?” She sounded tired. “And if you are so rich, how come you aren’t in newspapers or on TV?”"Not every influential person appears in newspapers. Ever heard of low profile?” he said, “I like my life quiet, and as for Jayden. I’m his younger uncle. Not really part of the family.”“You mean like an outcast?”“Anyhow, you call it.”She went back to staring out the window.Carlos steered to the next street. It was getting really late. Most shops were closed already. He spotted one of the convenience stores, drove to the parking space, and parked there.Kyla’s head shot up. “What are you doing?”“Getting ice cream, your father mentioned how you loved them. And t

Kyla wasn’t sure why she had agreed, especially when it involved some dominant, or bondage, whatever. She'd come across the word "BDSM" and had never ventured into knowing what it meant.The way Chelsea explained it sounded way out of her expectations, but she promised it was safe. That she was in charge of whatever happens tonight.It was crazy, yet here she was staring at another version of herself through the mirror.A short, black, slick dress with thin straps clings to her curves in a sexy way she could never imagine. Make-up light with golden glitters around her eyes. She looked like a woman about to seduce some random man.God, what are you doing, Kyla?“Relax. If you’re not comfortable with this, it’s no problem.”Kyla's palms turned sweaty. She wasn’t sure this could fix her problem, but it’s not bad trying. She needed to trust her gut this one time.“You know I’m a virgin, right?” Kyla muttered.“Yeah. And it’s super unbelievable, but you don’t need to have sex tonight. One s