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His Brother's Wife pt3
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2025-08-20 08:18:22
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Seduction Unleashed (Erotica Collection) Hunger pt2
The storm outside clawed at the windows, thunder rolling low and steady, a pulse that matched the frantic beat in Isla’s chest. Her apartment was dim, lit only by the weak glow of a lamp in the corner. She could see the bruises on Damian’s ribs each time he shifted on her couch, the dark smear of blood along his split lip, the restless energy sparking in his eyes.She should never have opened the door.That thought had been beating against her skull since the moment he appeared, half-broken and smirking like the devil had carved him from his own shadow. She should have called the police, should have shut him out, should have—“You’re staring,” Damian said, breaking the silence.Her hands tightened around the first-aid kit she still hadn’t put away. “You’re bleeding.”“You said that last time.”“Because it keeps happening.” She snapped the kit shut, slamming it down on the table. “Do you just… go out and look for trouble?”“Not trouble.” His smile was lazy, unbothered. “Release.”Her e
Seduction Unleashed (Erotica Collection) Hunger pt1
The first time Isla Navarro met Damian Cross, he was bleeding.It wasn’t romantic, not in the way people liked to dress up danger. She found him slumped against the wall outside her apartment building at two in the morning, a trail of crimson dripping from his knuckles and a wild grin twisting his face. He didn’t look afraid. He looked hungry.“You shouldn’t stare,” he rasped, as though he owned the night and her attention.Isla told herself to walk away, to leave the stranger to his chaos. But instead, she crouched down, the nurse in her taking over. Her hands trembled when she touched him—not because of the blood, but because his eyes pinned her like she was prey.That night should have been the end. But Damian slipped into her life like smoke, showing up in the places he didn’t belong: outside her workplace, leaning against her car, waiting by her door with a smirk that dared her to tell him to leave.And she did—many times. But he always returned.There was something reckless abou
Seduction Unleashed (Erotica Collection) Shattered Desire
The club’s velvet lights pulsed in rhythm with the bass, painting everything in deep crimson and violet. Bodies pressed together on the dance floor, sweat and perfume merging into one intoxicating haze. At the bar, Isla leaned back on her stool and let the stem of her glass slide through her fingers. She wasn’t here to dance. She wasn’t even here to drink. She was here for him.“You keep staring,” the bartender said with a smirk. “Either you want him or you want trouble.”Isla flicked her eyes toward the corner booth where a man sat, untouched by the chaos around him. Matteo DeLuca. White shirt, collar unbuttoned just enough to tease, a glass of whiskey untouched before him. His eyes scanned the room like he owned it. Because, in a way, he did.“I didn’t say I wanted either,” Isla replied.The bartender chuckled. “Then you better stop staring, sweetheart, because a man like that notices everything.”Isla raised her glass and let the burn of the liquid distract her. She was here for in
Seduction Unleashed (Erotica Collection) The Crimson Room
Rain fell hard against the glass walls of the rooftop bar, painting the skyline in streaks of silver. Aria Lowe sat alone at a corner table, her drink untouched, watching the city blur beneath the storm. She had not planned to be here. She rarely drank, rarely ventured anywhere outside her routines. But tonight felt different. Tonight, she felt restless.Her phone buzzed with another message from her sister. Come home already. You hate crowds.Aria ignored it. She was tired of being predictable. Tired of being the one everyone relied on to stay safe and steady. She wanted to feel something sharp, something that would cut through the numbness that had grown around her like a second skin.“Waiting for someone?”The voice came from across the table. A man had appeared without her noticing, tall and broad-shouldered, dressed in a suit that looked handmade for him. His hair was dark and slicked back, his jaw shadowed with stubble that only made him look more deliberate. He was the kind of
Seduction Unleashed (Erotica Collection) Velvet Chains
The rain had been falling for hours, slicking the streets of Manhattan in silver light. Isabella Marlowe pulled the collar of her leather jacket tighter as she slipped down an alley lit only by the neon glow of a sign. Velvet Room. The letters pulsed red like a heartbeat, drawing her toward the doorway as though she were meant to be there.She had no business walking into a place like that, but business had nothing to do with it. She was running. Always running. Tonight she needed somewhere crowded enough to swallow her whole, somewhere the past couldn’t find her.The moment she stepped inside, she was hit by velvet shadows, low music, and the intoxicating scent of whiskey, smoke, and something darker; something like sin. The club was crowded, a living organism of heat and bodies, but it had a pulse that felt controlled, as if every movement inside belonged to the same hand.Her eyes scanned the room, restless and sharp. She wasn’t dressed for seduction; jeans, boots, jacket; but h
Seduction Unleashed (Erotica Collection) Edge of Desire pt4
The city outside Dominic Hale’s penthouse never slept, but Elena had never felt a silence so heavy. It was the kind of silence that pressed against her skin, made every sound sharper. The clink of his glass when he set it down on the counter. The faint hum of the refrigerator. The sound of her own pulse thrumming in her ears.She stood in his kitchen barefoot, wearing nothing but the silk robe he’d given her the night before. She hadn’t planned to stay again—she had promised herself that last time would be the last—but somehow here she was, wrapped in his world like a thread pulled tighter every time she tried to tug free.Dominic was watching her. Not obviously, not the way men in bars or on the street did. He studied her in a quieter way, assessing, waiting. Always waiting.“You’re restless,” he said finally. His voice was smooth, almost casual, but it carried that undertone she was beginning to recognize—the one that meant he saw straight through her.She forced a little laugh. “I’
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