WILD BOOKS: A COLLECTION OF NAUGHTY STORIES

My parents had left for their vacation that morning, leaving me alone in our big empty house. I loved the silence at first. No rules, no questions, just freedom. I took a long shower, slipped into my favorite short silk dress, the red one that hugged my body and barely reached mid-thigh, and was about to watch a movie when I heard the sound.

Glass breaking downstairs.

My heart jumped into my throat. I quickly turned off the lights in my room and hid behind the curtains, fingers shaking as I tried to dial 911. The screen lit up. I pressed the numbers, breath held.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed loudly with an incoming call from my mom.

“Shit!” I whispered, trying to silence it, but it was too late.

Heavy footsteps rushed up the stairs. The bedroom door flew open. Before I could scream, a strong hand grabbed my wrist and yanked me out from behind the curtains.

I stumbled forward and crashed into a hard chest. He was tall, dressed in all black, with a mask covering the lower half of his face. His grip on my arm was tight, almost painful.

“Who the fuck are you?” he growled, voice low and dangerous. “This house was supposed to be empty.”

I tried to pull away, but he was too strong. “Let me go! My parents will be back any minute—”

“Liar,” he cut me off. He twisted my arm behind my back and pushed me against the wall. His body pressed into mine from behind, trapping me completely. “I watched the house for hours. No one was supposed to be here.”

His breath was hot against my ear. I could feel every inch of him, solid muscle, heat, and something else that made my stomach tighten in a way it shouldn’t.

When he finally took off his mask, he looked very handsome that I had to calm down when talking to him.

“Please,” I whispered. “Just take whatever you want and leave.”

He laughed softly, a dark sound that sent shivers down my spine. “I plan to.”

One of his hands moved down my side, sliding over the smooth silk of my dress. He paused. His fingers traced the curve of my waist, then lower, feeling the short hem.

“What’s this?” he murmured, voice changing. “Dressed like this all alone in a big house?”

I swallowed hard. “It’s just a dress.”

“It’s barely a dress,” he corrected. His hand slipped under the hem, brushing my bare thigh. The touch was slow, deliberate. My breath hitched.

He noticed.

“You’re shaking,” he said, lips close to my neck. “But not just from fear, are you?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. His body felt too warm, too solid against my back. The way he held me, strong but not hurting, made something stir inside me.

He turned me around to face him. His eyes moved slowly down my body, taking in the way the red silk clung to my breasts and hips. For a long moment, he just stared.

“Rich girl, huh?” he said finally. “All alone. Wearing something like this.”

I lifted my chin, trying to sound brave. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know you didn’t scream when I grabbed you,” he replied, stepping closer until our bodies touched again. “And I know your heart is racing, but not only because you’re scared.”

His hand came up to my neck, thumb brushing my jaw. The touch was surprisingly gentle. Our eyes locked. The air between us felt thick, charged.

“What’s your name?” he asked quietly.

“Ava.” I said.

“Ava,” he repeated, tasting it. “I’m Kai.”

He leaned in slowly, giving me time to pull away. I didn’t because I knew he was too handsome for me to refuse him. His lips brushed mine, soft at first, testing. When I didn’t resist, he kissed me deeper, harder. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I found myself kissing him back.

A small moan escaped me.

Kai pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes dark with hunger. “You're mine now.”

His hand slid down my body again, this time cupping my ass through the thin dress. He squeezed, pulling me tighter against him. I could feel how hard he was already.

“This is insane,” I whispered against his lips.

“Yeah,” he agreed, voice rough. “But you’re not stopping me.”

He kissed me again, hungrier this time. His hands roamed freely now, exploring my curves like he owned them. The fear was still there, but it had mixed with something hotter, something I couldn’t ignore.

Kai broke the kiss and looked down at me, breathing heavily.

“Tell me to stop, Ava,” he said, eyes locked on mine. “Say it now.”

I opened my mouth, but the words never came.

Instead, I pulled him back down for another kiss.