LOGINHer boyfriend called her boring. So she booked a sex therapist. What Alessia didn't expect was Dr. Zayn Steele - 34, tattooed, pierced, and utterly irresistible. He's supposed to teach her control... but every session turns into a dangerous game of denial, commands, and dirty secrets. He says not yet. Her body says please now. And when the rules finally shatter, neither of them will be able to stop.
View More𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕♡︎𝐈 didn’t mean to dress like this. At least, that’s what I told myself.It was just a skirt. Just a top. A black skirt that clung to my thighs and stopped higher than it should, and a cream blouse that dipped a little too low. I could blame the heat, I could blame the laundry pile, I could blame anything but the truth.The truth was, part of me wanted him to notice.And he did.The second I walked into his office, Dr. Zayn Steele’s eyes flicked down. Not polite. Not subtle. His gaze lingered at the neckline of my blouse, then slid lower, down the length of my legs. His jaw flexed once before he dragged his eyes back up to mine.“Sit.” His voice was rougher than usual.I sat in the chair across from his desk, my knees pressed together too tight. My skirt rode higher anyway.“Comfortable?” he asked.“Yes.”“Liar.”My head snapped up. “Excuse me?”“You’re tugging at your skirt already.” His lip piercing glinted when he smirked. “That’s not comfort, Alessia. T
𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕♡︎𝐈 told myself I wouldn’t shake this time.I told myself I would walk in, sit down, breathe like a normal person, answer his questions, and leave with my head high. No blushing. No stammering. No thinking about last session’s almost-kiss.Then he said my name.“Alessia.”Just that. Just my name in his deep voice - and my heartbeat skidded like it hit black ice.I stood from the waiting room chair and followed him into his office. Same shelves. Same faint scent of leather and something darker. Same chair across from his desk.“Sit,” he said softly.I sat. My knees pressed together. My hands twisted in my lap.His eyes traveled over me, calm but not kind. It felt like he could read me again - my blush, my racing pulse, my stubborn pride pretending I was fine.“You’re tense,” he said.“I’m okay.”“You’re not.”I glared at the floor. “Maybe I’m allowed to be nervous around a man who nearly-” I stopped, biting my tongue.His mouth curved. The small silver ring a
𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕♡︎𝐈 almost didn’t go back.After what happened last night - after moaning his name into my pillow, after crying out for him while my fingers worked between my thighs - I swore I couldn’t face him again.But I was there anyway. Sitting in the waiting room, my heart racing, my palms clammy. My body buzzed with nerves, shame, and something darker.The door opened, and his voice cut through me like smoke.“Alessia Cruz.”I looked up.There he was. Dr. Zayn Steele. Tall, broad, tattoos curling up his forearms under his rolled sleeves. His lip piercing caught the light as he gave me that unreadable look.My stomach twisted.“Come in.”I followed him into his office, every step heavier than the last.He gestured to the same chair across from his desk. “Sit.”I sat. My legs crossed too tight, my hands fidgeting with the hem of my skirt.His sharp eyes tracked every movement. “You look nervous.”“I am,” I admitted softly.“Good.” He leaned back in his chair, arms fold
𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕♡︎𝐈 couldn’t stop shaking after I left his office.The way he’d looked at me, the way his voice had wrapped around my name like silk and fire - it stayed with me long after the session ended.Touch yourself. Imagine I’m there. Imagine me guiding you.His words clung to my skin like they had been etched there.By the time I got home, I was restless. I paced the living room, poured myself a glass of water I didn’t drink, turned on the TV I didn’t watch. My body was too aware of itself, every inch tingling.I told myself I wouldn’t do it. I told myself it was wrong, humiliating. He was my therapist, not my lover.But when midnight came, I found myself crawling into bed, my heart pounding, my breath already uneven.The sheets felt too warm against my skin.I lay there, staring at the ceiling, whispering to myself. “I can’t. I can’t.”But I could. And I wanted to.I slid my hand down my stomach, nervous, clumsy.At first, it was nothing. Just my palm pressing ligh
𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕♡︎𝐈 sat in the waiting room with my legs crossed so tight they ached. My hands wouldn’t stop fidgeting in my lap. The walls around me were white, calm, professional, but my heart was racing like I was waiting to be called into hell.I almost stood up to leave when the doo
𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕♡︎𝐈 stared at him, not sure I heard him right.“What did you just say?” My voice shook even though I tried to hold it steady.Daniel leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest like he was tired of me already. We were in his apartment, the same place I had spent






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