Semua Bab THRUSTS AND TEMPTATIONS [Steamy and Short Eroticas): Bab 71 - Bab 80

SELENE’S POV After that wild session with the Don, his driver took me home. He didn’t have sex with me because he said I couldn’t handle it yet. He sent the deposit for my brother’s surgery though. And I couldn’t be more glad. The only problem was that I craved him even more. And I didn’t even know his name. I should feel ashamed but I didn’t. There was no denying how badly I wanted him. I couldn’t stop thinking of how his cock would feel inside me. I moaned at the thought and pressed my legs together. He told me I wasn’t permitted to touch myself. It felt like torture. I was needy and desperate for anything, even punishment. I got a text message from him. He asked me if I was thinking about him. I responded yes immediately. He read the message but didn’t reply until an hour later. “Send proof.” I took my clothes off and took a picture of slick running down my thighs. I pressed send and he responded immediately by hearting the message. My heart clenched. I sent him a

SELENE’S POV I got to his bedroom and shut the door behind me. There was a box on his bed with an emerald dress. Don must have sent these so I get ready and wait for him. The note attached said to put my hair in a bun, so I did. I rushed into the bathroom to freshen up and change into the dress. “I’m on my way,” Don texted. I waited eagerly, my thighs already damped. I took a photo of it and sent it to him. He responded with a thumbs up but that’s okay. He was not a man of many words. I paced the room, my heart thudding like I was about to be claimed. The dress hugged me tight, cut low enough to make me self-conscious and wet at the same time. After an hour, which felt like an eternity, the door pushed opened. The Don stepped in but froze at the door with his hand on the knob. “Welcome,” I smiled. He didn’t respond. He stared at me like I had grown horns. “Did I do something wrong?” He took a step back. “What are you wearing?” I hesitated, a bit confused.

SELENE’S POV We pulled up outside a luxurious club where the music was deep and pulsing, like a slow heartbeat beneath the city. Inside, the air reeked of power and expensive liquor. We moved to the VIP section after the Don whispered something to the guards at the door. Inside, men in tailored suits — the Don’s fellow drug lords — nodded at each other with cold pleasantries in Italian, and every now and then, their eyes flicked toward me. I was wearing what the Don picked. A black bodycon dress so sheer it may as well have been mist. Thin, tight, and obscene in the wrong lighting. Underneath, only G-strings and two tiny patches covering my nipples. My entire body was on display, and they weren’t pretending not to look. I didn’t feel safe. Not until I hooked my hand into the Don’s arm, fingers wrapped around the muscle beneath his tailored jacket. His body didn’t react, but he let me hold on. The men kept staring. Their conversations thinned out one by one. A few stoo

MAYA’S POVI came from Los Angeles to the Hamptons to meet up with my friend at her family’s lake house. We always went there for college breaks but we got bored so we decided to go to a party. When Zoey said the party would be bomb, I didn’t believe her initially. Now, here I was grinding on a hot athlete who could pass a Greek god. He passed me his drink and took a sip. The music boomed and our bodies moved to the rhythm. I felt the sudden need to pee. “Hold on, I have to pee I’ll be back.” I rushed to the bathroom and waited for the person in there to step out before going in. I almost vomited at the sight of the disaster there so I ran out. I decided to hold it back till I got back to the lake house. I went back to the party to find the guy I was dancing with making out with another girl. His eyes caught mine and he winked. The audacity. Like he wanted me to cause a scene for him. I hated immature guys and it was a complete turn-off for me. I found Zoey straddling a

MAYA’S POVI took my time picking a bikini. The blue one made my skin pop, but the red one was bolder. I wanted bold. I wanted to feel him look.The girls were still passed out from the outing, their makeup smudged on the pillowcases and vodka bottles rolling under the bed like tumbleweed. I didn’t bother waking them. I wanted the pool to myself.Sunlight painted the lake glassy and gold. I stepped outside, cool tile under my feet, and walked toward the pool like I owned the house. I could hear birds, the quiet slap of water against the edge, and my heart thudding as I imagined him watching me from the balcony.I slid into the water slowly. It was cold and clean and sent a shock through my body that made me feel awake for the first time all morning. I stretched my arms out, floating, letting the sun warm my face.“Good morning,” a voice said from behind me.I turned. “Morning, Mr. Vance.”He stood on the patio in a black shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, looking like he didn’t try