Untamed Desires: Addictive Collection

Book 1: Daddy’s Bestfriend.Mark Reynolds has wanted Lena for years. Her father’s best friend, freshly divorced and now living in their house, he’s impossible to ignore. Every glance sparks desire she shouldn’t feel. Her best friend envies her. His ex-wife plots, and every risk is hotter than the last—can Lena survive the fire she can’t resist?LENA POV“Fuuuck—ohhh!”I moaned, my back arched against the sheets, fingers slippery as they circled my clit, the vibrator thrumming between my thighs. My free hand pinched a nipple through my thin tank, my breath coming in ragged gasps, the whole bed shaking with my movements.“God… why do they make it look so damn easy in videos?” I muttered, lips parted, chasing the high that never seemed close enough. It was always like this when I was alone: too much time, too many thoughts, and nothing but my own body to work out the frustration. Dad kept himself busy, drowning in his job, probably pretending the house wasn’t as empty as it was since Mo

LENA POVI sank instantly into my bed.I couldn’t get the note out of my head.It wasn’t just the words. It was the way they felt like they’d crawled into my brain and set up camp there, right behind my eyes, behind my ribs, in the hollow of my stomach.I could still feel his fingers brushing mine earlier, the heat of his palm, the smirk he’d held like it was a secret just for me.****I’d tried to focus on my chores the next morning. I told myself, Don’t think about it. Don’t blush, don’t overheat, just wash the dishes. But every time I dipped my hands into the warm water, I saw his shoulders in my mind, felt his stare sliding down me again, steady and patient, like he was waiting for me to take apart.The front door clicked open, and my stomach flipped. Chloe.“Lena! Babe, I had to—” she burst into the kitchen, hair messy, grin wide, eyes sparkling with some mix of excitement and mischief. I froze mid-scrub, water dripping from my hands.“You’re back early,” I said cautiously, tugg

LENA POVMorning sunlight cut through the blinds, painting the floor in harsh stripes.I didn’t notice. My mind was still spinning from last night, from the brush of Mark’s fingers in the hallway, the smirk he left behind, the way my own body remembered every touch as if it were etched into me.I shoved my hair back, tugged on a loose hoodie, muttering under my breath. My thighs ached, wet heat lingering between them, but I couldn’t let Chloe see. Or anyone.“Lena! You up?” Chloe’s voice floated down the stairs, cheerful and teasing.“Yeah… yeah, I’m up,” I muttered, fumbling with the zipper of my hoodie. I wanted to hide, to sink back under the covers and forget my body existed. But I didn’t.By the time I got to the kitchen, Chloe was already there, leaning on the counter, hair messy, smirk wide. Her eyes sparkled too knowingly, like she could read every thought in my head.“Sleepyhead,” she purred. “You good?”I froze, gripping the coffee mug like it was a lifeline. “I’m fine,” I s

LENAShe muttered something under her breath, irritation and jealousy lacing her words, then turned and left, the front door clicking softly behind her.Silence fell instantly. I pressed my palms flat against the counter, trying to steady myself, but every nerve in my body was on fire. His eyes remained on me, dark, smoldering, dangerous.The second she disappeared, it was as if a switch flipped.He stepped back closer, slowly, closing the space between us. My shorts, pulled down tight, did nothing to hide the wet heat pooling between my thighs. His fingers trailed lightly over my arm as he leaned against the counter, brushing just enough to make me tremble.“You’re quiet,” he murmured, voice low. “Very quiet. I like it when you tell me what you want.”I swallowed, shaking my head. “I—I don’t know what you want,” I stammered, voice small.His lips curved into a smirk, and suddenly his hand cupped my cheek, thumb brushing over my lower lip. “Since your dad isn’t around…” His voice dip

LENA “I want to know,” Mark’s voice broke through the quiet, low, deliberate, as if he already knew, yet needed her to say it. “Why is Chloe always around?” I froze, one hand lingering on the counter, the other brushing absently over my hoodie. His voice alone had me stiff, like he had stepped straight into my thoughts. “Because… she’s… she’s my best friend,” I murmured. “We’ve… known each other since we were kids. She’s the only child, she’s… always been around. Since my mom left.” Mark tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as he studied me. His stare was sharp, steady, not giving me room to look away. “No friends, huh? Maybe… because you’ve been a bad girl?” His smirk was teasing, but it cut deep, like he was testing how far he could go. I swallowed hard, lips pressing together. My throat ached with the words I couldn’t say. “I… I don’t think that’s—” My voice cracked, and I faltered under his stare. “Hmm,” he said, slow, deliberate, letting the word hang over