《The Den of Desires (Erotica Short Stories)》全部章節：第 91 章 - 第 97 章

NIA“Awww,” Hannah cooed, rummaging through my closet, as Jordan sat cross legged in front of my shoe rack.“Tell us again,” Kai demanded, walking into the room with chocolate frosting staining the corners of her full lips.“Tell me you did not bite into my chocolate cupcake?” Jordan asked, pushing herself up as grabbed the little white box out of a sheepish Kai’s arms.“In my defense…it was really good, babe,” she said, chuckling as Jordan glared at her, muttering something about evil friends as she bit into the cupcake, bringing out a cute pair of knee high boots.“These will be super cute, no?” she asked, lifting them up while I struggled to fit more things in my bag.Britney Spears’ toxic blared out from my phone, I picked it up, sliding my fingers across the screen as I pressed it to my ear.“Hey beautiful,” his voice breezed into my ear as I bit my lip, fighting back a smile. “Hey, you,” I answered, breathlessly. I cringed inwardly.You? Seriously?“What are you doing?”I loo

NIAWe strolled along the stone slabs, the morning sun warm overhead as seagulls flocked around stalls, the owners yelling streams of colorful words as they shooed them away.Damian had ditched his suit and I had ditched my heels, letting the hot pavement sting my feet a bit as we walked leisurely back to the bed and breakfast.Damian grabbed my hand softly, intertwining our fingers as he shoved them in his pant pocket.I sighed in contentment, pressing a kiss to his shoulder as I wiggled my finger in his pocket, unlocking our fingers as I admired the ring.“Thank goodness I went with the ring and not a necklace,” he said, looking down at me as he laughed softly, undiluted adoration swirling in his honey brown eyes.“I mean… I would have been fine with anything you got,” I started, intertwining our fingers again, the corners of my lips twitching, “But I'm really glad you got me a ring…does that make sense?” I asked, laughing as the faded blue roof of our bed and breakfast came into vi

NATEMy studio was my temple, clean lines, black leather, and glass walls overlooking downtown LA. The kind of space where silence hummed money and discipline. I liked it that way. Minimal, controlled, and predictable.Except today, it wasn’t silent.Heather was already inside, standing by the control board like she owned the place.I shut the door behind me a little harder than I needed to. “You ever get tired of breaking into my studio?”She didn’t flinch, didn’t even look up right away. “It’s not breaking in if I have the access code,” she said, flipping through her iPad like it was her damn property deed.I walked past her, tossing my jacket onto the couch. “You know I hate unannounced visits, Heather.”“And you know I don’t give a damn,” she shot back, finally turning to face me. She was dressed sharp as always, black suit, red lipstick, eyes that could cut steel. “My job is to be all up in your ass, remember? You’re a brand, Nate. A billion-dollar one. I keep you out of trouble,

DAVINAI couldn't explain the ache curling low in my stomach, or how every shred of self-control seemed to slip away, quiet and unapologetic.I should’ve been trembling, shaken from what nearly happened, but all I could feel was the echo of his presence. The safety he gave me without asking for anything in return. In that moment, gratitude washed over me, settling heavily in my chest.But underneath that gratitude was something far more restless. A need I couldn’t name. I wanted to look at him because the not-knowing was driving me mad. What color were his eyes? Did they narrow when he watched me? Did they soften when I smiled? I wanted to know the face behind the voice that curled around my spine and held me still. I let out a petulant, almost child-like whine. His hand on skin was intoxicating, like a drug I wanted to keep using. The heat of the contact made me shiver. I wanted more. More of him. This time, he wanted a show. If a show was what he wanted, then a show would be what