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The Billionaire Sinful Pact (The Club Seduction)

The Billionaire Sinful Pact (The Club Seduction)

Romance
last updateLast Updated : 2026-10-11
By:  LucyCompleted
Language: English
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CEO

Affair

Action

Dark Romance

Fast-Paced Plot

Goodgirl

Possessive

Age Gap

Face-Slapping

One night was supposed to be enough. Mira went to the club to forget the pain waiting for her at home. She never expected the mysterious man she met that night to become part of her life again. Until she walks into his house for a cleaning job. Ellis recognizes her immediately, but instead of admitting they shared a night together, he pretends she is a stranger. Hurt and confused, Mira confronts him—only to discover that someone is threatening to expose a photograph of them together. If the picture gets out, Ellis could lose his business, his investors, and everything he has built. So he makes the hardest choice of his life: push Mira away to protect them both. But his decision costs Mira her job. Just when she thinks everything is falling apart, she finds work as a cook at a luxury hotel and meets Julian—a powerful, kind man who sees her worth and slowly captures her heart. There is only one problem. Julian is Elias’s brother. As Mira falls deeper for Julian, Ellis realizes that letting her go may have been the biggest mistake of his life. Then a mysterious woman enters the picture claiming to be Ellis’s wife, and the secrets surrounding the two brothers begin to unravel. Between forbidden feelings, blackmail, hidden alliances, and dangerous secrets, Mira must discover who truly loves her before the truth destroys them all.

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nice book ..this is soon interesting
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Nice novel. just make sure you update quickly
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36 Chapters
Chapter 1_ The Storm at the bar
The bass thrummed through the marble floor, up my heels, settling somewhere deep in my chest. The Obsidian Club didn’t pulse with music—it breathed. Dim light caught the edges of cut crystal, the gleam of a stranger’s watch, the wet curve of a lip glossed mouth. I’d come here to forget. The whiskey in my hand was three fingers of smoky regret, and I’d planned to nurse it until last call. The velvet ropes, the whispered names at the door, the way the air smelled of expensive cologne and something darker—none of it was meant for someone like me. But tonight, I didn’t care. A hand settled at the small of my back. Warm. Confident. The kind of touch that didn’t ask permission because it already knew the answer. I turned. He stood close enough that I caught the cedar and leather of his skin before I saw his face. Dark suit, no tie. Stubble that looked deliberate, not lazy. His eyes were the color of a storm at sea—gray-green, with something shifting beneath the surface. “You’ve
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Chapter 2 _The First Taste
Mira pov His hands found the hem of my dress. Slow. Deliberate. The black fabric gathered in his fists as he lifted it higher, baring my thighs to the cool air of the penthouse. I watched him through half-lidded eyes. Elias on his knees. A billionaire at my feet. The sight sent heat spiraling through my chest. "You have no idea," he said, his voice rough, "what I've been thinking about for the past seventy-two minutes." "Show me." His smile was sharp. Devastating. Then his hands slid up my bare thighs, pushing the dress higher, exposing the black lace beneath. My breath caught. He leaned in, his mouth pressing against the inside of my thigh. Not quite a kiss. A promise. His stubble scraped my skin, and I felt it everywhere—a phantom friction that made my fingers grip the glass behind me. "Tell me if you want me to stop." "I don't." His tongue traced a line higher. Slower. The heat of his breath against the lace made me tremble. "Elias…" "I told you," he murmured against m
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Chapter 3_ The Second Claim
Mira pov The belt pressed against my throat. Cool leather. A question that hung in the air between us, heavier than the city lights spilling through the windows. My pulse beat against the restraint. "Do I trust you?" My voice came out steadier than I expected. "I'm in your penthouse. My dress is around my hips. You have my panties in your pocket." His smile was slow, dangerous. "That's not an answer." "It's the closest you're going to get." He studied me. Those storm-gray eyes traced my face like he was reading something written just beneath my skin. Then he pulled the belt away, dropping it to the floor. "Good enough." His mouth found mine. Not gentle. Not asking. His tongue swept against my lower lip before I could exhale, and I opened for him, pulling him closer. The weight of his body pressed me into the sheets, the heat of his chest through his unbuttoned shirt. I wanted him naked. I pushed the fabric from his shoulders, and he shrugged it off, never breaking the kiss.
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Chapter 4_ The Reckoning Three
Mira pov His tongue moved in slow circles, deliberate and unhurried, like he had nowhere else to be. Like the city below wasn't still humming with life, like the world outside this room had simply stopped existing. My heel dug into the mattress. My fingers twisted tighter in his hair. He groaned against me—a low, satisfied sound that vibrated straight through my pelvis—and the vibration made my thighs clamp around his ears. Elias didn't stop. He never stopped. He just adjusted, his hands sliding under my ass to tilt my hips higher, opening me more. The angle changed everything. His tongue pressed flat and dragged upward, slow, and I felt every ridge of it, every texture, the wet heat of his mouth sealing over my clit. The ceiling blurred. The city lights smeared into streaks of gold. "Elias—" He pulled back just enough to speak, his breath cooling the slick skin between my legs. "Third one's coming. I can feel it." "I can't—" My voice cracked. "I can't again." "You can." He k
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Chapter 5 _The Unforgotten Touch
Mira pov The elevator doors slid shut behind me, sealing me into a silence that felt heavier than the one I'd left. My reflection stared back from the polished brass—dark eyes, lips still swollen, hair a mess I hadn't bothered to fix. I looked like someone who'd been thoroughly wrecked. And he'd looked at me like I was a stranger. I pressed the lobby button. The car began its descent, and I let my forehead rest against the cool metal wall. My thighs were still slick. My skin still carried his scent—cedar, leather, salt. My body remembered every touch, every word, every calculated pause. Don't touch anything in my office. The words replayed in my head, clipped and cold, as I stepped into the marble lobby. The concierge didn't look up. The city swallowed me the moment I pushed through the revolving doors. I walked. I didn't know where I was going. The streets blurred past—suits with briefcases, tourists with maps, a street vendor selling roasted nuts whose smell turned my stomac
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Chapter 6_The Wall Rise Again
Mira pov I stood in the doorway of his office, the word still hanging in the air between us. Yes. I knew. My fingers tightened around the strap of my bag. "Why?" Elias leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking. His glasses caught the light, obscuring his eyes for a moment before he pulled them off, folding them with deliberate care. "Because you're good at your job." "That's it?" "What else would there be?" I wanted to throw something at his head. Instead, I forced my voice steady. "You could have requested someone else. Anyone else. Why me?" He set the glasses down. His eyes met mine, and for a moment, I saw something shift behind them—a crack in the ice, quickly sealed. "The agency sent their best. I trust their judgment." Liar. The word burned on my tongue, but I didn't say it. What would be the point? He'd already made it clear what I was to him. A body he'd used. A cleaner he'd hired. I straightened my spine. "I'll finish the living room." "See that
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Chapter 7_The Broken Bargain
Elias pov The phone felt like a brand against my ear. "Mr. Blackwood." The voice was distorted, likely a modulator, but the amusement cut through clean. "I hope I'm not interrupting." I turned my back on Mira. On the kitchen. On the warmth I'd let myself feel for the first time in months. "Who is this?" "Someone who knows you took a woman from the Obsidian Club three nights ago. Someone who has photographs. Someone who thinks your shareholders would find them very interesting." The words landed like ice water down my spine. I kept my voice flat. "You have the wrong person." "Do I? The woman in the black dress. The private elevator. The penthouse. The belt around your fist." A pause. "Shall I describe the position she was in when you knelt before her?" My jaw locked. The kitchen was fifteen feet behind me, Mira standing there, still tasting my mouth on hers, still thinking this was something simple. "I don't know what you want," I said, "but this conversation is over.
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Chapter 8_The Crack in the ceiling
Mira pov The elevator doors sealed behind him. I stood in the penthouse, my fingers still tingling from the brush of his chest, my lips still swollen from his kiss. He was gone. The silence filled the space like water, pressing against my ears, my lungs, my chest. I stood there for I don't know how long—seconds, minutes, an eternity—staring at the closed door, waiting for it to open again. It didn't. My legs carried me to the living room. I gathered my supplies mechanically—the spray bottle, the microfiber cloths, the vacuum. My hands moved on their own, packing the cleaning caddy with the precision of a robot. Fool. The word rose from somewhere deep, unbidden and sharp. I clamped down on it, shoved it back, but it surfaced again, stronger. Fool. Stupid, desperate fool. I'd let him touch me again. I'd let him kiss me, press me against the counter, make me believe he wanted something real. And the moment his phone rang, he'd turned into a stranger. I wasn't worth fi
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Chapter 9_ The weight of his Gaze
Mira pov The alarm screamed at 4:00 AM. I slapped it silent and lay there, heart hammering, the dark ceiling pressing down. The futon creaked as I swung my legs over the edge. Cold linoleum. Deep breath. By 4:30 I was on the bus, clutching a thermos of coffee so black it could have been motor oil. The city slid past in smears of headlight and shadow. I rehearsed knife cuts in my head—julienne, brunoise, chiffonade—as if muscle memory could protect me from falling apart. The Aethelred Hotel rose from the fog like a glass monument. I paused at the service entrance, my reflection caught in the polished steel door, and pushed through. The kitchen was already alive. Steam hissed from a pot on the far burner. A radio played something jazz, low and scratchy. Stainless steel gleamed under fluorescent lights that made everything look clinical and raw at once. Three cooks moved in silent choreography—one at the stove, one at the prep station, one scrubbing the sink like it had perso
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Chapter 10_The line Between Us
Elias pov The dining room blurred at the edges. Crystal. Linen. The low murmur of conversation. All of it narrowed to the woman standing three feet from my table, a plate trembling in her hand, her dark eyes wide with the same shock that had just cracked through my chest.Mira.In chef whites.Her hair was pulled back, a few strands escaping at her temples. A faint sheen of sweat on her brow. She looked exhausted and alive and utterly out of place among the chandeliers and silverware.She looked like she belonged here anyway."Your plate, sir." Her voice came out steady. A professional mask sliding into place, the way she'd once dressed herself in my bed before walking out into the morning.I said nothing. I couldn't find the words. My eyes moved over her—the sharp line of her jaw, the steady hands, the way she held herself like the kitchen had burned something new into her spine."Sir?" she said again, and this time the word had teeth."Mira."Something flickered across her face. Pa
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