Semua Bab Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections): Bab 101 - Bab 110

Flora's POVI should have left.Slipped my heels back on, slipped out the door, slipped into the anonymous city night and buried this mistake under the weight of a hundred bills and my mother’s hospital chart.But Samuel Hayden didn’t let people walk away.He had a hand on my wrist before I could get more than a few steps toward the door, and his grip was tight, commanding without bruising, like he could hurt me but chose not to. That was the worst part. The fact that his restraint felt more dangerous than violence.“You think you’re done?” he asked, low and amused.“I gave you what you wanted,” I said, throat still raw from moaning his name.He cocked his head. “You think all I wanted was your body?”Wasn’t it? Most men did. My curves, my lips, my quiet desperation tucked behind sarcasm.But Samuel Hayden looked at me like he wanted to cut me open and live inside my bones.He took a step closer. My back hit the penthouse wall. The windows behind me stretched floor to ceiling, with th

Clarissa woke to silk sheets and a headache made of sin.Her body ached in the deep, delicious way that only came from being used. Claimed. Ruined.The room was dark and still, save for the faint hum of rain against glass. She stirred. The slightest movement made her thighs clench, sore from where he’d taken her against the wall like a starving beast.She reached for her dress, or what was left of it—just torn satin discarded like an apology across the room.Rain Gaslow wasn’t beside her. But his scent was everywhere: smoke, cedar, a bite of something darker.The clock on the wall ticked. It was nearly 6 a.m.Leave now. Before he wakes up. Before this becomes something else.Clarissa slid off the bed quietly, bare feet padding over marble. Her skin still glistened where he’d finished on her. She didn’t wipe it away.The door was cracked. She tiptoed into the hallway.No guards. No cameras.Just her stupid heartbeat pounding as she reached the elevator.The button didn’t work.She trie

The scent of burnt opium and candle wax clung to the velvet drapes as Melvina stepped into the blood-red hall of the Black Market auction. She wore a high-slit shadow-blue dress, one shoulder bare, the other bruised from last night’s narrow escape from the Varro Clan. Her pulse fluttered in her throat like a trapped bird.This wasn’t where healers belonged. But tonight, she wasn’t Melvina the healer. She was Melvina Lilo, the woman who needed protection from every man that wanted to own her rare blood.And the only way out was to sell her secrets to the devil himself.She didn’t expect the devil to come in the form of Chase Stokes.He leaned against a wrought iron column near the private lounge, watching her as though he’d known her in another lifetime. His black shirt was unbuttoned just enough to tease a crossbow tattoo over his heart. Every movement was controlled. Calculated. Dangerous. The way he held his drink, his ringed fingers curling possessively around the glass, sent a sha

The moment his seed spilled into her, everything should’ve stopped.But it didn’t.The heat still pulsed between them, raw, unrelenting.Jake hadn’t moved, hadn’t pulled out. His cock remained thick and twitching inside her, a reminder of what they’d done.And of what couldn’t be undone.Daphne’s breath ghosted across his lips. Her hands still clung to his rain-soaked shirt, her legs wrapped around his waist like she didn’t want to let him go. Or maybe she wanted him to take her again. Harder. Rougher.She looked up at him, flushed and glowing in the low amber light of the library.“Someone heard us,” she whispered.Jake’s jaw ticked. His eyes flicked to the heavy oak door behind her.“I know.”His voice was a growl, low and dangerous. He still hadn’t moved.“Who?” she asked, heart slamming against her ribs.“Could be your father’s guards.” He finally pulled out of her with a soft hiss, his cock glistening, flushed, thick with their slick release. Her core clenched at the loss. He tuc

The air in the olive grove still smelled like her, sex, lavender oil, and something sinfully sweet. Valerio hadn't even left her side, hadn’t buttoned up his pants yet, and already he was hard again.Bianca lay beside him, legs still parted, her thighs glistening with him. Her breath was uneven, her chest rising in soft gasps. The linen of her maid’s dress was rucked up beneath her breasts, stained with his release, and she didn’t seem to care.She looked…destroyed. And perfect.“You’re quiet,” she whispered, blinking up at him with dazed eyes.“I’m trying not to fuck you again like a beast,” he rasped. “But I don’t think I’ll win.”Bianca smiled lazily, her lips red and kiss-bruised. “Then don’t.”His jaw flexed. Something inside him snapped.He rolled onto her again, rougher this time. Pinning her wrists above her head in one strong hand, he lowered his mouth to her throat, biting the delicate skin just hard enough to make her cry out.She moaned, grinding up against him. “Valerio—”