Lahat ng Kabanata ng Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections): Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

Thalia's POVHis name was Lucien Drevaux. My father’s oldest friend. A man whispered about in scandal, power, and death. Everyone feared him and with good reason. Billionaire. Collector of souls and rare art. Unaging, unreadable, untouchable.Except by me.He wasn’t my blood uncle, but that was what they called him growing up. Uncle Lucien.Now I was twenty-six, and I hadn’t seen him in a decade. But tonight, at my father’s gala, he appeared like a storm that had waited too long to strike.He stood across the room, surrounded by politicians and wolves in tuxedos. But he didn’t look like them.Lucien was a predator dressed in the skin of a man.Midnight black hair swept back from his chiseled face. Eyes, silver and sharp as razors. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a body tailored by hunger and violence. He looked ageless. Dangerous. Beautiful in a way that made your chest tighten and thighs clench.He saw me. His stare pinned me like a nail to a wall.And then he walked away.I should’ve l

Lucien had kept me locked in his penthouse for three days.Three days of silk sheets soaked in sweat, blood, and seed.Three days of being used, worshipped, and bitten until my throat was littered with bruised kiss-marks and half-healed punctures.Three days of his voice whispering wicked things against my skin while he split me open on his cock again and again.And I was still begging for more.I was stretched across his massive bed, arms pinned above my head with one of his silk ties, legs spread wide by his knees. Lucien’s eyes were wild silver, strands of dark hair clinging to his damp forehead as he loomed over me, cock glistening with my slick.“You’ve taken me six times today,” he said, voice husky with hunger. “You’re trembling, Thalia. Crying. And yet your cunt’s still begging to be bred.”I whimpered, arching. “Please, Lucien—don’t stop—don’t ever stop—”“Don’t worry, little pet,” he growled. “I won’t stop until you can’t remember what it’s like not to have my cock inside yo

The smell of clove cigarettes and burning incense lingered in the grand marble foyer as Jia Juno descended the spiral staircase of the Juno estate. She wore nothing but a silk kimono, one slit high on the thigh, the other side loosely tied at the waist. It was almost intentional.Everything she did around him was… intentional.He stood by the front door again, just like he always did. Kai Kaiser. Her stepbrother. Her father's newly appointed butler, freshly returned from Rome after four years in exile. She had begged for him to be sent away once. Now she hated that he left.And hated more how much she'd wanted him back.Kai didn’t look up at her at first, but she could feel his stare. It clung to her calves, crawled along the curve of her thigh, settled between her legs like a ghostly hand.She could smell his cologne, something musky, dark, ruinous.And she loved it."You always forget to tie it tighter," he said, voice low like black velvet rubbed the wrong way.Her bare feet touche

The first time Chalette Kadim saw him, he was standing in the courtyard beneath a blood-soaked moon, bare-chested and glistening with sweat from the forge, hammer in hand.Patrick Allen.Her guardian. Her warden. Her curse.He was supposed to be a myth. A half-shadow man who’d ruled the iron hills for centuries, exiled from the royal court for crimes no one would speak of. And yet here he was, alive, carved from stone and fire, every part of him dangerous.She had been sent to him as punishment.“Keep her until the season changes,” the King had ordered. “Break her spirit. Then send her back.”He didn’t ask questions. He never did. He only stared, long and hard, before turning away with a mutter of disinterest.But Chalette knew what she saw in that look, curiosity, hunger.And she was starving, too....The manor was all cold corridors and locked doors, save for the forge where Patrick worked shirtless through the night, the sound of steel shaping steel echoing into her dreams. She

Warnings: Explicit, steamy, delayed pleasure, sex toys, dark romance, unhinged male lead, dominant-submissive tension, humanized emotion...“Obey me, or I’ll make you beg for it.”That was the first thing he said when I stepped into his penthouse. No welcome, no small talk. Just that command. And God help me, I obeyed.His name was Caelan Dray. The man they whispered about at boardrooms and parties, a ghost who built his empire through shadows and silence. He didn’t smile. He didn't ask. He took. And the moment his eyes pinned me, something reckless bloomed in my chest.“Strip,” he said now, his voice a low, brutal growl as he leaned back in the leather chair, sleeves rolled up, tattoos slipping from his forearms like sin.My throat went dry. But I did as told. Slowly. A button at a time.“You hesitate,” he murmured, his eyes fixed on me like I was prey. “You want to be in control, but you don’t know how to surrender. That’s why you’re here.”I swallowed hard. “I came for a contrac