All Chapters of Guilty Pleasure #2: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The sleek black car idled quietly at the curb outside Elena’s townhouse. The transition back to reality felt jarring, like stepping out of a vivid dream into the sharp morning light.Ryan’s hand remained possessively entwined with hers over the console, thumb brushing lazily against her knuckles. The simple motion made heat crawl up Elena’s neck, even though she was desperately trying to appear composed.On the way home, her phone had stubbornly refused to switch back on, the battery long dead after ignoring multiple calls earlier. So, she had to borrow Ryan’s phone to call Avonlea.Avonlea’s familiar teasing tone had greeted her the second she picked up the call. Though she recognized Ryan's number, she knew it was Elena.“Finally! Where the hell have you been? You ignored all my calls, Lena. Please tell me you’re not lying in Ryan Johnson’s bed.” Avonlea’s voice had been a mix of concern and barely contained glee.Elena blushed furiously, glancing at Ryan, who was driving with one ha

The bass from Club Noire was a physical thing, a throbbing pulse that vibrated through the floor and up into Elena’s bones. It was the same relentless beat, the same kaleidoscope of laser lights cutting through the hazy air, the same press of bodies. Déjà vu wrapped around her like a familiar, intoxicating cloak.The air inside Club Noire was thick with perfume, cologne, and the warm hum of conversation punctuated by laughter. The dim, golden lights and flickering strobes made everyone a shadowed blur, creating a cocoon where no one seemed to notice anyone else.She stood with her friends near the same VIP section where she’d first seen him, a glass of sparkling water in her hand, a concession to the promise she’d made Ryan to stay sharp tonight. Her eyes, however, were constantly scanning the periphery, her entire body humming with a restless anticipation that had nothing to do with the music.Her friends slowly began to disperse into the ecosystem of the club. James spotted a model h

The velvet sheets were still warm from their first round, the faint scent of their passion lingering in the room. The air in the room was thick and heavy, saturated with the scent of their passion. Ryan’s hand pressed possessively against Elena’s lower back, his fingers kneading her spine as he hovered over her, black eyes dark with hunger and an almost feral gleam. His breath was hot against her neck, his heart hammering a wild, syncopated rhythm against her own.“God, butterfly,” he murmured, his voice a low growl that vibrated through her, “I can’t get enough of you.”Elena shivered, arching against him. Her lips parted, catching her breath in soft gasps. She could only manage a breathless whimper. Her body felt like liquid fire, every nerve ending singing and oversensitive.“Ryan… I can’t… I need a minute…”He chuckled, a low, rich sound that rumbled in his chest. “You’ll have a minute later.”“You’re insatiable,” she whispered, one hand trailing along his chest, feeling the hard

The clink of cutlery against porcelain sounded too loud in the quiet dining room. Elena sat opposite her father, the glow of the chandelier casting golden light over the table. She pushed a piece of roasted asparagus around her plate. She couldn’t bring herself to look at her father, who sat at the head of the table, eating his salmon with a deliberate, thoughtful slowness that was more unnerving than any outburst could have been.Enric carved at his food with deliberate calm, not angry, not in the way of raised voices or slammed fists, but in that deep, quiet way that stung sharper than any anger could have. The lecture had been delivered already. His silence was not ignorance, it was disappointment.Elena fiddled with her fork, staring at her plate. She finally cleared her throat, her voice small, almost fragile. “Dad…”Enric looked up, his sharp features softened by the dim light but his eyes carrying the weight of a father’s worry. “Yes, sweetheart?”“I’m… sorry.” The words tumble

The air in Elena’s bedroom crackled with a new, dangerous energy. Ryan’s sudden, impossible presence, a phantom materialized from her deepest, most secret fantasies had shattered the quiet of the night. The scent of the night air clung to him, mixing with the intoxicating aroma of his cologne and the faint, clean smell of his sweat from the climb.Elena’s initial shock was rapidly being incinerated by a wave of pure, unadulterated lust. He took another step forward. Her back hit the wall before she even realized he’d moved. The smirk on his lips was a wicked, knowing thing.The air left her lungs in a sharp gasp, her hands instinctively gripping the fabric of his open shirt. Ryan had her caged, one palm braced beside her head, the other wrapped firmly around her hip, his thumb pressing into the bare skin just above her nightgown’s edge.“You were very brave on the phone,” he murmured, his voice a low, velvety rumble that vibrated through her. “Sending me those pictures, teasing me, te