Todos os capítulos de Guilty Pleasure #2: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The bass of the music pulsed through the floor of Club Noire, the most exclusive, and notorious club in the city. Neon lights flashed like heartbeats in the dark, slow and sultry, coating every surface in red and violet, the air thick with sweat, alcohol, and something darker, something sinful. This was not the kind of club where girls like her were meant to be.“Elena, come on!” Avonlea shrieked over the music, tugging her arm with the force of a hurricane. “This is the real deal! Look at this place!”Elena Carter clutched her fake ID tighter in her palm as her best friend, Avonlea, yanked her through the pulsing crowd. She stumbled in, still gripping her fake ID with guilt-laced fingers. The bouncer hadn’t even blinked at it as he’d scanned the card, glanced at her legs in that dangerously short black dress, and waved her in. She felt sick to her stomach."I can't believe we actually got in!" Killian shrieked over the music, his dark eyes glittering with mischief.“This place is for

The Carter estate sat like a monument to old money and ambition. Elena stepped into the sun-drenched kitchen, adjusting the collar of her sweater higher, hiding the fading marks on her neck. The scent of freshly brewed coffee hit her, bitter and grounding.Her father, Enric Carter, stood by the island counter, his phone balanced between his shoulder and ear, voice clipped and assertive.“I don’t care what he said, if the suppliers aren’t meeting the deadline, pull out and find someone else. Tell Mitchell I don’t pay him to screw up.”Elena leaned against the counter, eyes heavy from lack of sleep and thoughts she couldn’t shake. Her father hadn’t noticed her yet.“Yeah, tell him the merger paperwork has to be signed by Monday. No excuses. Got it?”He hung up the call and turned his attention to her. “Elena?” He narrowed his eyes slightly, taking in her oversized hoodie and the way she kept her head down.She cleared her throat and gave him a smile she didn’t feel. “Morning.”“You’re up

Elena stared at the towering glass building, its mirrored surface slicing into the overcast sky. Her heart thudded so loud in her chest, she was convinced the doorman could hear it.She adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder, her fingers curled tightly around the hem of her jacket. Her legs trembled inside her boots, but she forced them forward anyway.Every instinct screamed at her to turn around, to go home, to pretend that night never happened. But she didn’t. She pressed the elevator button with shaky fingers.Elena’s pulse thudded in her throat as each floor ticked by. She tried to steady her breathing, to make sense of the war inside her. No boy had ever made her feel the way Ryan did. No boy had ever been able to look at her and strip her bare without touching her. But Ryan? He was no boy.The elevator dinged. The penthouse floor. Elena stood outside Ryan’s penthouse, her finger hovering over the doorbell. She pressed the bell before she could chicken out.The door swung

“Now you’ll watch me eating you up until you forget this whole fucking world and remember me and only me.”Ryan’s voice was a dark promise as he dragged his lips down Elena’s trembling body, his hands pinning her wrists above her head. She gasped when his mouth found her peaked nipple, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud in slow, torturous circles.The moment Ryan’s lips brushed against her skin, Elena forgot how to breathe."Ahh… Please…" Elena whimpered, her back arching off the bed as her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging weakly.Ryan pulled back just enough to smirk up at her, his breath hot against her damp skin. "Please what, baby?"He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he dragged his tongue in a slow, wet trail from the swell of her breast to the neglected peak of the other, swirling just around the edge. He stopped just short of her center, just where she needed him.Elena shuddered, her thighs pressing together instinctively. "Mmmh… I don’t… I don’t know…""You don’

The morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Ryan’s office, painting the marble floors in long, golden streaks. The place buzzed with energy, phones ringing, keyboards clicking, and suits brushing past glass doors. It was a glass cage of controlled chaos.But Ryan Johnson stood at the edge of it all, still as a statue, staring out over the skyline with his hands tucked into the pockets of his tailored slacks.He hadn’t slept well. Because of her.Elena.Her flushed face haunted him like a ghost. Her parted lips, the way she looked at him with a strange mix of innocence and dare like she wanted to burn and didn’t care who got scorched. Behind him, the door clicked shut, and familiar footsteps entered without permission.“Didn’t peg you for the brooding-by-window type,” Jade’s voice called. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed.Ryan didn’t turn. “Didn’t peg you for the knocking type.”Jade sighed and walked around his desk, heels clacking. “You missed your