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Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections) The Billionaire’s command
Jocelyn's POV Morning comes like a secret I shouldn’t have kept.The city hums below my window, traffic, sirens, rain washed clean from the night before but inside my apartment the air still smells faintly of him: cedar, smoke, inevitability.I don’t sleep. I just replay everything.The knock. The silence. His mouth at my ear when he said, After tonight, I’m something else.Something else. Something dangerous.And maybe something I wanted all along.The car he promised arrives at eight sharp: black, tinted, discreet. Inside waits a note, written in his measured hand.'Be late again, and I’ll come get you myself. — M.R.'My pulse flutters as I fold it into my purse. It isn’t a threat. It’s a truth.When the elevator doors open to the top floor of Ruiz Holdings, everyone pretends not to stare. They sense the shift, even if they don’t understand it. I feel it too. The building hums differently now, tuned to his mood.He’s already in his office, back to the door, jacket off, sleeves roll
Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections) The Billionaire’s command
Jocelyn's POV Rain licks the city windows like it’s trying to wash the night clean. It doesn’t succeed. I’m still thinking of him.Marcel Ruiz’s voice won’t leave me, low, rough, deliberate. You belong to me, even if I never touch you.I’ve been standing by the window for an hour, barefoot, the hem of my satin slip brushing my thighs, pretending I can ignore the storm outside and the storm in my chest.I almost laugh when I hear the knock. Soft, once. Then again, harder, sharper, the kind that demands obedience.My breath catches. No one else knocks like that.I open the door, and there he is, dark suit, drenched collar, eyes that look like they’ve followed me all night.He doesn’t wait for permission. He steps inside.“Marcel—” I start, but he cuts me off with a single look. The door closes behind him with a heavy click that sounds like a lock turning on something deeper than steel.The air between us hums with electricity.“You shouldn’t be here,” I whisper.He takes one slow step
Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections) The Billionaire’s Command
Jocelyn's POVI used to think power came from money.Now I know it comes from silence, the kind Marcel Ruiz uses like a blade.The first time I saw him, he didn’t speak. Not when I spilled coffee on his Italian shoes, not when I stammered through an apology, not even when his assistant whispered, “Mr. Ruiz doesn’t tolerate mistakes.”He only looked at me.That stare pinned me in place like glass under heat, dark eyes sharp as smoke and danger.That was six months ago.Now I’m his executive assistant.Not because I earned it, but because Marcel Ruiz chose me. And when a man like him chooses, it isn’t an offer. It’s an inevitability.His office smells like leather and rain. The skyline burns gold beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, a thousand glittering reflections of the city that worships him.I stand across from his desk, heart pounding as I set down the quarterly files. My hands tremble, but I hide it by tightening my grip on the folder.He looks up. “You’re shaking.”His voice is
Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections) The Space Between Us (2)
three years can turn cities into strangers.I never thought I’d see Professor Killian Ross again, not outside of my dreams, not after all the quiet heartbreak and all the things we never said. Life had its way of sweeping us in opposite directions. I graduated, left the university, changed cities, fell in and out of love, built a career in publishing.And yet, sometimes when the rain hit glass or a voice in a crowd dipped low and thoughtful, I’d hear him again, You shouldn’t hide your fire, Miss Lyn.He became a memory stitched into everything I wrote.So when I walked into the gallery that night, a charity exhibit celebrating urban poets and saw him across the room, it felt like stepping into one of my own poems.He stood by a wall of paintings, hands in his pockets, wearing a black suit that didn’t look new but looked right. A decade had sharpened him: streaks of gray at his temples, the same deep-set eyes, older now, quieter but not softer.And those eyes found me instantly.Our
Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections) The Space Between Us (1)
Brook Lyn’s POVThe first time I saw Professor Killian Ross, he wasn’t behind his desk or holding a lecture pointer. He was standing by the tall window of the philosophy department, the evening sun painting his jaw in gold. I had only come to drop off an enrollment form, but when he turned, eyes dark like rainclouds and voice deep enough to echo, I forgot what words were made of.“Miss Lyn, right?” he asked.I remember nodding, breath caught somewhere between admiration and nerves. His smile was small, polite, but the kind that stays with you long after you’ve left the room.That was the first problem.I wasn’t supposed to notice him. He was my professor, brilliant, thirty-something, rumored to be cold, and known for dismantling a student’s arguments with precision. I was twenty-one, curious, reckless, and far too eager to prove I belonged in his world of quiet intellect and sharp logic.And yet, every time he spoke in class, his voice seemed to find me, cutting through the noise, t
Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections) The Kingpin’s Obsession (4)
The rain had been falling for hours. It blurred the windows of Kovoc’s penthouse, turning the city into a smear of lights and sorrow. Kimberly stood at the edge of the glass wall, barefoot, wearing one of his black shirts, oversized, swallowing her frame. Behind her, the room still smelled of gunpowder and whiskey, the scent of Kovoc’s world.He watched her from the shadows.His shirt was unbuttoned halfway, dark hair mussed, veins still standing in his hands from what he’d done an hour ago, killing the man who’d betrayed her. The man who had once been her brother.Kimberly hadn’t cried. She couldn’t. Something inside her had cracked cleanly instead. Her heart didn’t know how to feel for both men, one who destroyed her innocence, and one who had avenged it.“I thought revenge would make me feel lighter,” she whispered. Her voice trembled, but it didn’t break. “It didn’t. It feels like I’m carrying him inside me… and you too.”Kovoc’s voice came low, gravel-dark. “You’re not meant to f
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