Library
Search
Home / Romance / Sweet Little Temptation / CHAPTER FORTY

Share

CHAPTER FORTY

Author: Lizbeth Rose
last update publish date: 2026-08-24 00:23:33

DAMIAN

I stood in the quiet darkness of the upper corridor, my hand resting on the heavy brass handle of Beverly’s bedroom door until the faint, steady rhythm of her breathing signaled she had finally drifted into sleep.

I pulled the door back, leaving it cracked open just a fraction, and turned toward my study.

The estate was dead silent. The grandfather clock at the end of the hall ticked with a heavy, deliberate cadence that matched the slow, grounding thrum of my own pulse. I walked dow
Continue to read this book for free
Scan code to download App
Previous Chapter Next Chapter
Locked Chapter

Latest chapter

  • Sweet Little Temptation    CHAPTER FORTY NINE

    BEVERLY The resistance was absolute, a searing stretch that made the breath freeze in my throat. Damian didn't drive into me with reckless speed. He moved with a agonizing, precise deliberation, his heavy hips pressing forward millimeter by millimeter, filling me completely, expanding my slick walls until my entire nervous system flared into a single, blinding sensation of pure pressure. A high, breathless gasp tore from my lips, my fingernails digging into the firm muscles of his shoulders. "Breathe, Beverly," Damian rumbled close to my ear, his raspy voice a low, commanding anchor as his broad chest pressed flush against mine. He held himself still for a long, heavy heartbeat, letting my body adjust to the thick, unforgiving reality of his size inside me. "Master..." I choked out, tears of raw, overwhelming emotion spilling over my eyelashes, running down my temples onto the charcoal velvet pillow. "I have you," he murmured, his large hand cupping the side of my face,

  • Sweet Little Temptation    CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT

    BEVERLY The private suite was a sanctuary carved out of shadow, silk, and heavy stone. It sat deep within the club's VIP wing, completely isolated from the ambient pulse of the lounge outside. A magnificent four-poster king bed draped in heavy charcoal velvet dominated the center of the room, illuminated only by the soft, amber glow of a stone hearth roaring quietly in the corner. The air was warm, rich with the scent of sandalwood, leather, and vanilla oil. Damian carried me past the threshold, the heavy oak door clicking shut behind us with a solid, definitive thud that sealed the rest of the world away. He didn't set me down on the mattress. He carried my trembling frame to the edge of the bed, standing me up on the plush carpet beside the mattress. My legs were so weak from thirty minutes of relentless edging on his lap that my knees instantly buckled, but Damian’s broad, calloused hands caught my waist, holding me firmly upright. "Eyes on me, Beverly," Damian rumbled,

  • Sweet Little Temptation    Chapter Forty Seven

    BEVERLY My heart hammered against my ribs as I stood at the intersection of two dimly lit corridors. The silver chains of my harness clinked softly against the dark silk of my dress as my breathing quickened. The club was a labyrinth of velvet-curtained alcoves, amber sconces, and dark mahogany panels that all looked terrifyingly identical. Damian had given me thirty minutes to explore, and as I checked the small face of my watch, I realized twenty-eight of those minutes had already slipped away. Panic flared in my chest. Think, Beverly. I took a slow, deep breath, forcing my panic down. I closed my eyes for a fraction of a second, recalling the sequence of my steps after leaving Julian and Marcus: I had passed the stone archway, turned right by the monochrome gallery wall, and crossed the central lounge near the grand mahogany bar. I opened my eyes, turned on my heel, and retraced my path. As I rounded the corner near the velvet-draped VIP entrance, a tall, broad frame

  • Sweet Little Temptation    CHAPTER FORTY SIX

    BEVERLY The interior of the club was a masterwork of shadowed indulgence. Soft, amber sconces cast long, warm shadows across polished dark mahogany floorboards, and heavy velvet drapes partitioned the grand lounge into private, intimate nooks. Soft, rhythmic bass thrummed through the floor, a low, continuous heartbeat that seemed to synchronize with the rapid flutter in my chest. Damian guided me through the main lounge toward a private alcove near the back. His hand rested firmly against the small of my back, his broad palm radiating an intense, grounding heat through the thin silk of my obsidian gown. Every person we passed—glamorous figures in tailored suits, evening gowns, and polished leather—turned to look. Their eyes lingered on Damian’s imposing, immaculate presence, before descending straight to my neck, mapping the thick black leather collar and the silver D gleaming beneath the amber lights. They didn't look with judgment. They looked with recognition. It was a sile

  • Sweet Little Temptation    CHAPTER FORTY FIVE

    BEVERLY My fingers trembled as I lifted the thin black tissue paper from the box. Resting inside was a piece of pure, uncompromising art. I pulled the dress from its wrapping, letting the fluid, heavy fabric spill over my hands. It was a sleeveless cocktail gown crafted from deep obsidian-colored silk that felt like liquid ice against my skin. When I stepped into my walk-in closet and pulled it over my head, the fit was terrifyingly precise. It hugged every curve of my waist and hips like a second skin, the modest high neckline framing my throat perfectly, drawing absolute focus to the thick black leather collar and the silver D pendant resting against my collarbone. The hemline, however, was a bold statement. It stopped several inches above my knee, leaving the smooth length of my legs completely exposed. I reached into the bottom of the black box, expecting to find a matching set of silk lingerie. The box was completely empty. I stood frozen in the center of my closet, the co

  • Sweet Little Temptation    CHAPTER FORTY FOUR

    BEVERLY The stillness that descended upon the study was absolute. I remained on my knees beside his heavy leather chair, my hands resting flat on my silk-draped thighs, my chest heaving as I waited for his verdict. The crackle of the fireplace seemed to fade into a quiet, distant echo. Every nerve ending in my body was raw, vibrating with the sheer, terrifying audacity of what I had just asked. I had bared my deepest, most intimate desire—begging not just for his discipline, but for his absolute physical possession, and for the right to lay my hands on him in return. Damian did not move for three agonizing heartbeats. Then, slowly, he unsteepled his broad, scarred fingers. He leaned forward in his chair, his massive frame looming over me, his shadow completely blotting out the warm light of the fire. He reached out, his large, calloused hand cupping the side of my face. His thumb pressed firmly against my cheekbone, catching a stray tear that had slipped past my eyelashes, before

  • Sweet Little Temptation    CHAPTER THREE

    BEVERLY I woke up entangled in my duvet with no idea about how and when I actually fell asleep. There is no need for me to actually hide out in my room. He must have definitely disappeared again ,just as usual. Getting off my warm and extremely comfortable bed,I went into the bathroom to shower

  • Sweet Little Temptation    CHAPTER FOUR

    BEVERLY The remaining bite of my pancake suddenly tasted a lot like victory. I chewed slowly, my eyes locked on Damian as he finished the last of his coffee. The man drank it black, obviously. No sugar, no cream, just pure, bitter energy to fuel whatever dark empire he ran when he wasn’t busy lur

  • Sweet Little Temptation    CHAPTER TWO

    BEVERLY I recognised his voice from the numerous calls and late night chatting over the phone. I finally saw him, my crush,the man who has been taking care of me in place of my father. The kiss flashed through my mind again. That was the first time I ever got turned on from a kiss. God.

  • Sweet Little Temptation    PROLOGUE

    BEVERLY I still remember the smell of the hospital that night. Antiseptic. Cold air. Death. It clung to my skin long after they covered my father’s body with a white sheet. I was sixteen years old, sitting alone in a plastic chair with trembling hands and swollen eyes while nurses walked past m

More Chapters

You May Also Like

Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on GoodNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP
DMCA.com Protection Status