All Chapters of THRUSTS AND TEMPTATIONS [Steamy and Short Eroticas): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I kicked him out. Well, not actually. I pulled away, and he got the message. Then he invited me to his studio again, of course. I accepted. Only a fool with dreams of becoming a popular artist would turn down an opportunity to be featured in Damien’s work. I got there around noon. The receptionist looked like she had seen a ghost when I walked in. Then a sad expression passed over her face. I nodded at her in greeting as I walked past toward Damien’s studio. I knocked once before going in. “Finally. I’ve been missing your presence,” he said as soon as I stepped inside. I thought the kiss would have made things awkward, but it didn’t. He pulled me into a tight hug. He looked drained, like he hadn’t slept all night. “You good?” I asked. “I wasn’t. But now that you’re here, I’m better,” he said and pressed a kiss to my cheek. There were five empty coffee cups on the table. “You drank all that?” I asked. “Yes. I stayed up all night. Look what I did,” he said, pointing at the new

The library was silent but I wasn’t alone. I couldn’t see him and yet I felt him. His breath didn’t stir the air but it stirred something inside me. My thighs clenched without permission and my pulse slowed to a low dangerous thrum. “I’m not even touching you,” he said, though I hadn’t spoken. “And yet…” And yet I was already wet and aching and trembling. “Hoc vis, nonne?” he asked again and this time it wasn’t a question. He asked me if I wanted this. I hated how my hips tilted forward in response and how my body betrayed me before my mind could resist. He hadn’t touched me even once but every cell in my body felt him. Like his voice curled down my spine and slid between my legs. My nipples peaked. My breath caught. My thighs shivered open just enough for him to see me glistening. “You don’t need fingers,” he murmured and I felt the words stroke across my inner thigh. “You don’t need cock. You just need to listen.” “No,” I whispered but it came out broken and weak.

I closed my eye as Adrien pushed me back into the chair and the candles hummed as the scent of mugwort and damiana wrapped around my skin and bled into my bloodstream like a slow drug.I felt him before he spoke and even before he breathed. He never touched me but my body forgot that as my thighs pulled together and I pulsed between them. He was made of shadow and heat and I couldn’t see his face but I knew what he wanted.“He always says my name,” I said.“Concentrate on how good they make you feel. The pleasure, the surrender,” Adrien whispered.I let his whispers slip into my mind and I fell in deeper into my dream state.I sat up fast with a gasp and Adrien was nowhere to be found. Not even the candles too. I was in the library alone and the cold air brushed against my skin. It was dark outside. I was in my underwear and bra with high heels.I remembered this dream and it was one of my many fantasies. A figure suddenly appeared behind me and I could feel its presence and shadow ov

He thrusted inside me in a single hard stroke that knocked the air out of my lungs. I screamed. My voice echoed against the walls, raw and broken, but it didn’t stop him. He filled me completely and paused just long enough for me to feel the stretch and the fullness and the heat. My legs trembled in the grip of his tendrils but he didn’t let me fall. He held me there, suspended and open and dripping. He pulled out slowly and then pushed in again, deeper. I cried out and grabbed at the air but my wrists were still pinned above me. My back arched and my breasts bounced with every movement as the tendrils shifted to keep me spread. He didn’t kiss me and he didn’t whisper, he just moved. Controlled and measured and precise. “I told you,” he said. “You don’t get to take. You only receive with I offer. And that is the fulfillment of your many fantasies.” I wanted to fight back but my body betrayed me again. I clenched around him and he growled low in his throat as his grip tightened. H

I was minding my business, eating my overpriced salad in the breakroom, when Leo fucking Hart walked in like he owned the building. Which, technically, he did. He was my infuriating boss. I didn’t look up. That was rule number one, do not give the smug bastard attention. “No, Mother. I told you I’m bringing someone.” There was a long silence. He wasn’t on speaker, but I could still hear the sharp edge of her voice through the phone. Her voice carried like fire through glass. Sharp and accusing. And loud. He turned slightly and I caught the side of his jaw tightening. “Yes,” he said. “She’s real. She’s smart and… grounded.” Grounded? What the hell did that mean? Before I could stop myself, I looked up. His eyes flicked to mine like he knew I was listening. Then he smiled. And pointed at me. “Her name is Juno,” he said. What the fuck? Oh hell no. “Okay mum. Bye.” Before I could speak out he ended the call. “What the fuck is wrong with you? I hope it’s another Juno you wer