LOGINThe night seemed to carry a different weight, as if every second were calculated to ignite a flame that would have no turning back. Regina was seated on the leather sofa in Scott's penthouse, legs crossed, the short red dress riding dangerously high on her thigh. The wine in her glass reflected the golden half-light of the room, but the real heat came from his gaze. Scott stood before her, shirt partially open, revealing his defined chest and the silent authority that left her breathless."Are you comfortable?" he asked, his voice deep, drawn-out, sounding more like a provocation."I am..." Regina replied, biting her lip. "But I don't like it when men look as if they've already won the game."Scott smiled, that crooked smile that mixed arrogance and the promise of danger. He approached slowly, kneeling before her. His large hands rested on her knees, sliding up slowly until they found the hem of her dress."I never play to lose, Regina."She took a deep breath, her heart beating fast.
The kiss on the balcony had changed everything. Regina knew it. Since that night at the event, she could no longer push Scott from her thoughts. He was present in every one of her gestures, in every silence, like a shadow that pursued and excited her at the same time. She tried to convince herself it was just a fling, something that would soon pass, but her body did not obey reason.And Scott knew this exactly.The following days were marked by furtive encounters. He would appear in places she least expected: a business meeting, a hotel lobby, even the parking garage where she left her car. It wasn't a coincidence. Scott hunted her with the calculated patience of someone who knew the prey was already ensnared."You've been running from me," he said during one encounter, appearing in the empty elevator where Regina was riding alone.She crossed her arms, holding his gaze."It's not running. It's self-preservation.""Interesting." He moved closer, leaning against the wall beside her. "B
The corporate event hall was illuminated by crystal chandeliers that cast golden reflections on tables decorated with arrangements of white orchids. The sound of elegant conversations and the clinking of champagne glasses filled the air. Regina moved among businesspeople and guests with her usual firm posture: confident, impeccable in her navy blue silk dress that accentuated her figure. Her high heels echoed on the marble floor, attracting discreet glances, but none were enough to affect her.Until she felt it.It was almost physical. A shiver ran down her skin before she even turned her head. She knew who was there. Scott.When their eyes met, the sensation was as if the entire hall disappeared. He was in a dark gray suit, his tie loosened in a calculated way, conveying an air of effortless power. There was no hurry in his gaze, only the same intensity from days ago, as if resuming exactly where they had left off.Regina averted her eyes immediately, disguising it with a polite smil
The hotel bar was a discreet luxury refuge, illuminated by golden tones that reflected off crystal glasses and created an atmosphere of forbidden intimacy. Regina was seated on one of the plush leather sofas, her crossed leg showcasing the natural elegance of someone who knew exactly the effect they caused. The black silk dress accentuated her curves subtly, leaving just enough for the imagination to work. She didn't need effort to attract glances. She just had to exist.While slowly swirling her glass of red wine, she observed the movement. Men in expensive suits, women with sophisticated perfumes, restrained laughter over corporate negotiations or discreet encounters. For her, this scene was almost predictable, but it offered what she wanted: a place to forget the weight of the day for a few hours.It was at that moment she noticed his presence.Scott entered the bar with firm steps, the dark blazer falling perfectly over his broad shoulders. His gaze, as it swept the room, held no
Waking up that morning with the taste of him still in her mouth felt like a delicious torture. Deyse's body ached in a pleasant way, every muscle recalling the intensity of the previous nights. But there was something different in the air: it wasn't just desire, it was also something deeper, a connection that went beyond the physical, though she still resisted admitting it.Ashan was beside her, leaning against the headboard, his intense gaze fixed on her. There was no rush, but his presence was enough to speed up her heart. Every gesture of his, even a calm one, carried power and dominion, and she knew that, in spite of everything, there was no way to run anymore."Good morning," he murmured, his voice hoarse from sleep, but still laden with authority."Good morning," she replied, her voice trembling, revealing the vulnerability only he could draw out.Ashan pulled her close, holding her tightly. The warm contact made Deyse shiver, her mind fighting the mix of fear and desire. She tr
The night was cold, but the air, thick with luxury, power, and expectation, made Deyse sweat in her hands, on her neck, at every sensitive point of her body. Ashan took her to the entrance of a private club, discreet to those who didn't know what happened there, but famous among those familiar with the underworld of forbidden fantasies. A black car waited for them, windows tinted, absolute silence inside the vehicle."Ready for something you won't forget?" asked Ashan, his deep voice vibrating against her ear.Deyse swallowed dryly. She tried to appear courageous, but the heat in her body, the excitement still alive from the previous nights, betrayed her true state. "I... I think so."He only smiled, letting her imagine there was no choice. As soon as they arrived, the door opened and led her into a world that mixed luxury and decadence. The space was enormous, illuminated by soft, colored lights, with private lounges, heavy curtains, leather sofas strategically placed, and isolated b







