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Mosaic of Concupiscent Temptations Plan Motioned
Chapter 79: Plan MotionedThe morning sun sliced through the penthouse’s east-facing windows, bleaching the marble floors and exposing every fingerprint on the empty champagne flutes. David stood in the kitchen, already showered and dressed in a crisp oxford, methodically preparing an espresso. The domestic ritual was a grounding wire, a return to order after the chaos of the night. The apartment was silent, save for the gurgle of the machine. Olivia was still asleep, the events of the party a vague, wine-blurred memory for her. For David, they were a crystal-clear blueprint.His mind replayed the key image on a loop: Emily, fractured and stunning in his hallway. But now, the initial shock had been refined by a night of calculation. The desire he’d felt wasn’t a flare of lust; it was the click of a final piece sliding into the puzzle of his ambitions. He had wanted power, success, a kingdom. Emily, in her complex, compromised beauty, was the rightful queen for such a realm. James had
Mosaic of Concupiscent Temptations The Witness
Chapter 78: The Witness The silence in his apartment after James’s departure was a vacuum, thick with the dust of shattered secrets and the ghosts of the evening’s laughter. David remained in the shadowed archway of the den—his den—the ice in his lowball glass letting out a single, musical clink as he took a slow, deliberate sip. The bourbon was an anchor, its familiar burn the only real thing in a world tilting off its axis inside the very walls he owned.He had seen it all. The charged orbit between Emily and James for weeks. The defiant, desperate blaze of Emily in that beige dress, moving through his living room. The way James had tracked her like a wolf all evening in David’s home. He’d seen them disappear down the hall—his hall—toward the guest room, a current of palpable tension pulling them under. He’d pretended to doze in his own armchair, but every sense had been screaming.Then, the footsteps. Jake’s clumsy, nauseated stumble past his sofa. The dreadful, echoing knock on h
Mosaic of Concupiscent Temptations Chapter 77: A step from Ruin
Chapter 77: A step from RuinHe didn’t kiss her. He simply looked at her, his gaze burning over every revealed inch of her, and then he pulled her, wordlessly, from the kitchen.They didn’t speak as they moved down a hallway, away from the sleeping forms in the living room. He pushed open the door to a guest bedroom, a room of muted greys and soft whites, and pulled her inside, shutting the door with a quiet, definitive click.The lock engaged.In the silence of the room, the only sound was their ragged breathing. The faint light from the city skyline filtered through the blinds, painting bars of silver across the bed.Then, he was on her.This was nothing like the hesitant, desperate kiss in the truck. This was a conflagration. His mouth crashed down on hers, hungry and consuming. There was no finesse, only raw, pent-up need,and a deliberate dismantling. James caged her against the polished wood, his body a solid wall of heat. His mouth explored hers with a devastating thoroughness—l
Mosaic of Concupiscent Temptations The Unraveling
Chapter 76: The UnravelingThe days that followed were a masterclass in sustained tension. At the site, Emily and James orbited each other like charged particles, their professional interactions laced with a new, dangerous subtext. Every discussion over blueprints was fraught with the memory of his mouth on hers. Every time he handed her a file, his fingers would linger, a whisper of contact that shot straight to her core. He never referenced the kiss outright, but his eyes told the story—dark, knowing, and endlessly patient.He found reasons to be near her. Leaning over her shoulder to examine a measurement, his chest brushing her back, his breath warm on her neck. Brushing past her in the narrow trailer, his hand “accidentally” grazing the curve of her hip. The air between them grew thick and heavy, a living thing that made it hard to breathe. Emily’s once-impenetrable professionalism became a fragile shell. She caught herself watching the way his forearms flexed as he worked, the s
Mosaic of Concupiscent Temptations A Crack in the Obsidian
Chapter 75: A Crack in the ObsidianOutside, under the porte-cochere, the valet brought his truck. James held the passenger door open for her. “I’ll drive you back to your car at the site.”“I’ll call a cab.”“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s a business expense.” His tone brooked no argument. It was the voice of a partner, making a sensible decision.Seething, Emily slid into the truck. In his truck outside the deserted site, the armour dissolved into vulnerability. The console’s soft glow painted her in chiaroscuro, highlighting the tense line of her neck, the rapid flutter at her throat, the dress took on a new character. Under the harsh, angular light of the security lamps, it became a web of shadows and highlights, painting her restrained form in graphic detail. The console light glinted off the subtle sheen at her hip, the curve of her waist. She felt utterly on display, the thin fabric no barrier at all against the intensity of his gaze in the confined space. The scent of the truck—age
Mosaic of Concupiscent Temptations The Imperial Grill
Chapter 74: The Imperial GrillThe Imperial Grill existed in a bubble of preserved opulence, all dark wood, low amber lighting, and the murmur of discreet power. Emily stood for a moment outside the heavy oak door, the cool evening air raising goosebumps on her skin—skin that felt acutely exposed beneath the dress she’d chosen as both armour and announcement.The dress was a study in calculated revelation. Made of a sheer, smoky-black georgette so fine it seemed spun from shadows, it was fully lined, yet the lining clung with such absolute fidelity to her form that it became a second, darker skin. The fabric was weightless, a whispered touch against her body that moved with her every breath, but it held her with a taut, respectful tension, as if aware of the masterpiece it sheathed.It was a simple column dress, high-necked and long-sleeved, yet its simplicity was its most profound provocation. The material hugged the disciplined arch of her back, following the deep curve that flared
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