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Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections) Tutor: After the Lesson (I)
Isidora’s POVThe last time I saw Billy, I was twenty-two and still pretending my feelings for him were academic. He was hired to help me with stats-rigid, logical numbers but nothing about him felt simple or clinical.Now, three years later, I stood outside his front door, dressed in a fitted silk blouse and jeans that clung like intention. I wasn’t here for tutoring anymore. I was here for something else.I had replayed the email he sent last week a hundred times.> “Isidora. Heard you’re back in town. Come by sometime. Let’s catch up.”Catch up. Two words soaked in suggestion, or maybe it was just me projecting everything I still wanted from him.He opened the door before I could knock.Billy had changed and not at all. His hair, longer now, curled slightly at his temples, dark and thick. His stubble gave him a rough edge that hadn’t been there before. But his eyes… those knowing, unreadable eyes, slate gray like a storm about to break...those were the same.He looked at me like he
Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections) The Silent Chauffeur (III)
The air was thick, pulsing with heat and unsaid things. Lyra sat on the edge of the hotel bed, her silk robe loosely tied, hair a tangle of shadows around her flushed face. Her body still hummed from the hours before—marks of his mouth, of his silence, bloomed on her skin like dark flowers.And yet he stood at the edge of the room, dressed in all black, his hands flexing at his sides. Silas. Her mute chauffeur. Her obsession.No. Her addiction.He’d watched her for months, his presence silent but impossible to ignore. And last night, he broke. He finally touched. Took.And now, she waited to know: Was it real?Lyra lifted her eyes. "Say something. Please."Silas didn’t move for a heartbeat. Two. Then he stepped forward, slowly, deliberately. He reached up, unfastening the last two buttons on his shirt with unshaking fingers. The faint scratch of fabric was the only sound in the room.His voice came low. Raw. Like gravel soaked in whiskey and need."You’re mine now."Lyra’s lips parted
Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections) The Silent Chauffeur (II)
The storm outside didn’t match the stillness inside the penthouse. A few hours ago, Lyra had walked past Silas without saying a word. And still, she felt him. Like a second skin. Like a shadow stitched to her every motion. Her driver. Her mute sentinel.She told herself it was curiosity. Or pity. Or the leftover adrenaline of having almost touched herself in front of him in the backseat mirror. But it wasn’t that.It was need. Hunger. A silent, dark ache.Silas hadn’t left.She stood in front of the floor-length mirror, the silk robe slipping from her shoulders, breath held like a prayer. In the reflection behind her, a silhouette. Towering. Still. Watching.She didn’t move.She wanted to see what he would do.Silas approached without a sound. His eyes, always unreadable, flickered down her body. He didn’t touch. Just stared. Consumed. Possessed.Her heart thudded."Do you ever think about it?" she whispered. "About me?"No answer. Not a word. Just the mirror catching the slight hitch
Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections) The Silent Chauffeur (I)
Employee x Employer | Voyeurism, Silent Obsession, Choking TeaseCharacters:Lyra Moncrieff – Powerhouse CEO, cold beauty, calculating mind with a secret hunger for danger.Silas Vane – Mute ex-soldier turned private chauffeur, predator stillness, speaks only with his eyes and hands....She didn’t remember hiring him.Her executive assistant had found Silas Vane through a hush-hush private security firm, one of those places that didn’t advertise but always answered the right calls.No resume. No questions.Just a single line in his file: “Efficient. Silent. Loyal.”Lyra Moncrieff had laughed at that. Men like that didn’t exist. Not in her world. Not in glass towers and gold penthouses, where everyone was always watching for a knife to the back.Until she met him.Silas was already waiting beside the car on her first day back after the merger, leaning against the passenger door like the city belonged to him. Tall, dressed in a tailored black suit, he looked carved from shadow. Hair
Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections) Revenge Tastes Better in Silk (II)
Cassie’s breath came fast, shallow, as she stood pressed between the Moretti twins, her body a live wire of tension and hunger. The cool steel of Dominic’s knife traced slow, deliberate paths across her exposed collarbone, each featherlight stroke igniting fire beneath her skin. The thrill of danger meshed perfectly with the sharp edge of desire, leaving her dizzy with the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure.Dominic’s eyes...dark, ruthless emeralds, were locked on hers, hungry and commanding. The way his jaw clenched with barely restrained fury made Cassie’s pulse race. She could almost taste the dark promise behind his words, the raw power he exuded as the billionaire who had everything, including a savage streak no one dared challenge.Adrian was a study in contrasts, lean, impossibly graceful, with a devilish smirk playing at the corner of his full lips. His black hair fell in waves that framed his sharp cheekbones, and those eyes, emerald and unreadable, seemed to pierce straight
Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections) Revenge Tastes Better in Silk (I)
Genre: Dark Romance / Enemies to Lovers / BDSM ElementsTrigger Warnings: Knife play, hate sex, intense power dynamics, emotional manipulation..The night clung to the sprawling estate like a velvet shroud, shadows curling between the towering oaks and manicured gardens. Within the glass fortress of the Moretti twins’ mansion, silk and steel collided in a dangerous dance that threatened to consume them all.Cassandra “Cassie” Vale stood alone in the grand hall, her dark eyes burning with quiet fury. She’d come here on one mission to seduce and destroy the man who’d bought her family’s ancestral land, the man who’d torn her world apart.But fate, it seemed, had a crueler game in mind.Two brothers ruled this domain: Dominic and Adrian Moretti. Identical in their sculpted features, sharp cheekbones, intense emerald eyes, and jet-black hair that gleamed like obsidian, their personalities could not have been more different.Dominic was the ruthless alpha, a billionaire who wielded power
Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections) Dark Temptation
The city’s pulse never slowed, but inside the penthouse suite on the fifty-third floor, time warped and bent around them.Lena’s breath hitched as the door slammed shut behind her, the sharp echo swallowed by the thick velvet curtains. The scent of leather and expensive whiskey lingered in the air like a dark promise.Across the room stood Gabriel Moreau—sharp jawline, midnight-black hair, and eyes the color of storm clouds. His gaze pinned her, smoldering with a hunger she could feel scrape along her nerves.Gabriel wasn’t a hero. Not by any stretch. The man who built an empire on ruthless deals and shattered dreams. The kind of man who didn’t ask for permission, he took what he wanted, and left nothing behind but whispered rumors and broken hearts.And tonight, he wanted her.Lena swallowed, the knot in her stomach twisting tighter. She’d come here for answers, not surrender. But the way he looked at her, like she was both prize and punishment, undid the careful control she’d clung
Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections) What We Can't Touch (II)
The hallway was quiet, the house dim with the warmth of evening, but Joy’s skin burned as if she’d been struck by lightning.She hadn’t seen Damian in years, not like this, not as a woman who knew what it meant to crave.He stood in the kitchen, the low golden light of the pendant lamp behind him throwing his tall frame into relief. His body had hardened since she was a girl, all lean muscle and quiet power. His black t-shirt clung to his torso, sleeves tight around his biceps. His jeans rode low on his hips. Damian had always been a man of restraint but now, as he looked at her with eyes darker than nightfall, something had cracked.“Joy,” he said, low and ragged. “You shouldn’t have come back.”“Then why did you open the door?”Her voice was breathless. She hated how it betrayed her.He crossed the floor slowly, each step deliberate. His dark hair was tousled like he’d just run his hands through it...again and again, tormented. There was grey at his temples now. It made him look mor
Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections) What We Can't Touch (I)
Taboo | Age-gap | Obsession | Billionaire Romance |Mother ex-boyfriendTrigger Warnings: Power imbalance, obsession, emotional manipulation...The elevator whispered its way to the top floor, silent and smooth like a predator stalking prey.Joy Knox shifted from one leg to the other, leather duffel bag pressed against her hip, trying not to breathe too hard. She hated the way the mirrored walls caught her reflection, tired eyes rimmed in smudged eyeliner, cherry-stained lips parted like she was already halfway to begging.The penthouse doors opened with a hush.He was already waiting.Damien Vexler didn’t walk toward her. He stood still, like gravity bent around him. His tall frame blocked out the dim light of the apartment, a silhouette of a man carved from sleek shadow and power. Salt-and-smoke hair, the gray cut through black like stormclouds parting just long enough to wreck you. His jaw was cruel, lined with day-old stubble. His suit looked bespoke and bored with the world.Sh
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