บททั้งหมดของ Corrupt Temptation: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

SLOAN.Usually, I felt a great sense of control over the well-organized chaos of my desk which was a battleground of international reports and complex financial forecasts. However, the sharp efficiency of the paperwork today felt phony, a thin front against the eerie hum in my head. My pen was moving across a document with practiced ease as I sat in front of the polished mahogany but my mind was elsewhere. They were circling a certain perpetually disobedient incredibly curious woman who currently occupied a guest room in my mansion. And of course the ghost of her kiss that still haunts the hallway. And the awareness of her broken face from the day before. Albert sat opposite me impossibly still as usual. His eyes were focused on me while he sat in a dark quiet shadow on one of the visitor chairs. He was simply rubbing his thumb and forefinger together a faint nearly undetectable motion that I knew intimately indicated a storm was building inside of him without making any overt movem

SLOAN.Because of the storm of desire, I had carefully purposefully stoked inside her, her legs were trembling and clearly shaking beneath her. I stared at her demanding complete surrender as I watched. The wide unfocused plea in her eyes reflected the ravenous hunger in my own stomach. She trembled and then she nodded almost imperceptibly. When she did speak it was a thin stifled whisper that was pulsing with a deep instinctual need. “Make love to me Sloan.” She uttered in a frantic gasp each word containing a deep agonizing entreaty. “Please. Make love to me.”I smiled slowly and triumphantly. Yes. That's precisely what I wanted to hear. The words represented a total surrender that went beyond simple sexual desire and a confirmation. Power was in play here. Concerning control. About dismantling her last barriers and fully and totally claiming her in a manner that went beyond simple physical ownership. She was pleading. And that was a victory in and of itself. My powerful unreserv

IVY The door clicked shut stifling the gentle murmurs of Sloan’s departure and I found myself completely blissfully alone in his bedroom, a huge frighteningly plush room. Even in a tyrant's lair, dignity is crucial so I quickly wrapped myself in the oversized glittering white robe I had found.But it felt like a cloud against my skin. I felt like a cat that had just discovered the warmest sunniest place to nap and I stretched letting out a ridiculously unworthy yawn. It was morning and a full day spent in his room. I was going to have the best time of my life ahead of me or at the very least the most extravagantly scandalous. A giggle escaped my lips as I bounced on the bed testing its immense softness. For the time being a giddy feeling of mischievous excitement had taken the place of the terror guilt and heartbreak. It was my opportunity. My opportunity to pry, to look into it, to learn more about Sloan’s actual secrets which go beyond his immaculately fitted suits and his concer

IVY. My breath caught in my throat. Cradled in my shaking hand the photograph showed a face I recognized. It was a face I had not seen in years a face I had assumed was forever gone a ghost in my mind, she was grinning. She smiled broadly and carelessly and her eyes glistened with an unbridled joy that broke my heart. It was the same smile that used to brighten our small claustrophobic apartment and that I recognized from old faded childhood photos. Willa. my sister. She was also standing next to Sloan. For a moment I felt an intense rush of pure unadulterated joy that made my head swim. Wille. She had survived. She had a smile. It felt like a physical ache a sudden intense light in the years of darkness that had engulfed me. A different kind of emotion a desperate overwhelming wave of hope blurred my eyes which had already been swimming with tears from the initial shock. But then like a poisoned bloom a terrible reality started to slowly and agonizingly unfold as I rushed to gath

IVY Despite Sloans arms providing unexpected unwavering comfort my sobs continued to rage through me. His pricey shirt was soaked by my face stuck in his shoulder and my own tears were like abrasive acid on my flesh. His hushed assurances that he would find Willa were reverberating in my ears as he rubbed my shoulders and pressed me close to him. This brief brittle glimmer of hope was amidst the utter darkness of my sorrow. The room went silent but then a soft sound broke the stillness. Footsteps. Close. My eyes filled with tears darted to the door as my head snapped up. Sloan also tensed up and retreated a little from our hug. Albert loomed in the doorway like a menacing silent ghost. Despite his stiff posture and hands in his pants pockets his dark unreadable eyes scanned the scene in front of him taking in my tear-streaked face my unkempt appearance and Sloans arm still hanging loosely around me. The private moment was shattered. The unadulterated fragility of my loss revealed.