All Chapters of VELVET HEAT:100 FORBIDDEN FANTASIES : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Rylee followed Adonis quietly, her throat dry and her palms sweaty despite the air conditioning. She wanted to say something…wanted to throw him a line, tease him, act like she was back at Velvet Flame. But the words never made it past her lips. She kept swallowing her own spit, head buzzing with everything that had just happened.The tension back there. The way Adonis looked at Cameron Knight. That wasn't just irritation. That was personal.And she had walked into the middle of it with nothing but a crop top and an attitude.They reached a hallway laid in the softest golden carpet she’d ever felt underfoot. It gleamed under the chandelier lights, and for a second she had the insane urge to kick off her loafers and walk barefoot. Just to know what luxury really felt like.Adonis pressed a button. The elevator chimed and slid open.It was grand, mirrored, clean…like it had never seen a fingerprint in its life. She barely had time to take it in before he reached back, grabbed her wrist,

"You've been a really bad girl," Adonis said the moment he stepped into the penthouse bedroom, voice low and commanding.Rylee lounged on the bed, stretched out like a work of art in the tiniest, most seductive lingerie his assistant had dropped off earlier that week. She arched a brow, her tone playful and daring."So what are you gonna do about it, daddy?"Adonis growled, fingers slipping beneath his loosened tie as his eyes raked over her body with calculated hunger. The air between them thickened.He climbed onto the bed, his movements slow, deliberate. Rylee propped herself up on her elbows, watching him with parted lips and eyes full of heat. Her fingers toyed with the silk sheets until he was hovering over her.She reached up, gripped his tie, and pulled him down…gently guiding his head to her chest. The soft swell of her breast rose to meet his lips, and he didn’t resist.“Daddy’s going to make you feel good,” he muttered against her skin, his voice vibrating through her.He s

⚠️ Trigger Warning– Read With Caution ⚠️This chapter contains graphic content that includes themes of sexual assault, coercion, physical violence, and emotional distress. It is intended for mature readers only and may be deeply upsetting or distressing to some. Reader discretion is strongly advised.If you're sensitive to non-consensual scenes, predatory behavior, or power-based abuse, please consider skipping this chapter or reading when you feel emotionally prepared. Your well-being matters.This is not for the faint of heart.The doorbell rang once.A single, sharp chime that echoed through the silence of the penthouse.Rylee blinked, startled from her lazy sprawl on the velvet couch. She was alone…Adonis had left for a meeting with that pretty CEO, Elena something, about an hour ago. He hadn’t mentioned expecting anyone.Maybe it was Olivier dropping something off.Still wearing Adonis’s oversized black tee, she padded barefoot to the door and peered through the peephole.Her he

"Please pick up…" Rylee’s voice cracked as she held her phone tightly to her ear, pacing in circles.It had been two days.Two days since Adonis had walked out. Two days since he’d looked at her like a stranger…like something filthy. Like she’d betrayed him. Two days since her world flipped inside out.And she was unraveling.Her hands shook every time her phone buzzed. Her thoughts spiraled anytime the doorbell rang. She couldn’t eat. She couldn’t sleep. She hadn’t even left the penthouse.She didn’t want to.Because deep down, she still hoped he’d walk through that door. That maybe..just maybe…he’d listen.She’d called his assistant, messaged his work line, sent quiet, pleading texts late into the night.Nothing.And Cameron..God, Cameron..wouldn’t stop.Calls. Messages. Voicemails. Threats cloaked as flirtation.And every day, the same haunting routine. The doorbell would chime once, and she’d leap to her feet with fragile hope… only to find him there.That evening was no different

“Why didn’t you ask for my help?”The question sliced through the silence, low and sharp like a blade dragged across satin.Rylee froze. She turned slowly toward the kitchen, only to find Adonis standing there, glass of scotch in hand, eyes unreadable. His voice had caught her completely off guard.“I… I didn’t know how.” Her voice trembled, thinner than she meant it to be.Adonis stalked forward, each step slow, measured…dangerously calm.“To think you’re capable of such a thing.” His tone was deep, wrapped in something between awe and restraint.Rylee’s heart thundered in her chest. Was he mad? Would he walk out again?Then, like a switch flipping, his lips twitched.“Come here, you little minx.” His hand snatched her waist and dragged her flush against him with practiced ease.A squeal escaped her lips before a surprised giggle bubbled up. “You scared me!”“Are you really not mad at me?” she asked, tilting her head to meet his gaze. Those wide, innocent doe eyes that always disarme