All Chapters of CRAVE: Temptations Collection: Chapter 91 - Chapter 98

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His To Ruin - 9

Chapter NineThe SignatureArielle’s POV The contract lay on the desk still unsigned, daring me to pick it up.I stared at it the next morning, wrapped in one of Dmitri’s crisp white shirts, my thighs still sticky with the memory of his mouth. He hadn’t fucked me, but he’d ruined every part of me that wasn’t already his.And now…Now I had to choose if I’d let him do it forever.My fingers hovered over the pen. Everything in my body screamed yes but mind whispered danger and my heart beat out a rhythm I couldn’t translate.But my core? My soul?It already belonged to him.He stood in the doorway silently watching.“Did you know I’d come here?” I asked.“No.”“You had a contract ready.”“I always have one ready.”“Do you always fall in love with your submissives?”That hit him like a sucker punch to the chest.“I don’t fall,” he said finally. “I claim.”“You’ve claimed me.”He nodded.“But this—” I held up the contract, “—this makes it official.”“I won’t force you.”“I don’t want any

Sweat For Me

PREMISE:Everyone calls me a trophy wife. They’re not wrong—I married rich, I look good in designer heels, and I play my part. But behind the mansion doors and glass wine goblets, I’m starving for real touch. Not empty praise or hollow affection but some sweat, heat, hands. Then comes Jace—my personal trainer. Younger, dangerous and sin carved into muscle. I shouldn’t want him. But he’s the first to see what my husband never did—I don’t want to be admired…I want to be ruined.Chapter 1Warm-upMrs. Vega’s POVThe first time he looked at me like that, I was in leggings so tight they may as well have been sprayed on.“Ten more reps,” he said, voice rough like asphalt. “Unless you want me to come over there and move your hips for you.”I met his eyes through the mirror, chest rising too fast for comfort. “Would that be part of the training package?”He smirked. “Only if you beg.”That was two weeks ago.Now I wake up early, wear the shortest sports bras I can justify, and pretend I don’

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Chapter 2Second SetHe didn’t pull out.Jace just kept thrusting through my climax, his breath harsh against my ear as he drove deeper, grinding his hips like he was punishing me for being this wet, this loud, this fucking shameless. I didn’t ask him to stop, didn’t even pretend I wanted him to. I only braced myself against the mirror as he buried himself again and again.“I should pull out,” he murmured, breathless, biting my neck hard enough to mark it. “But I don’t want to.”I moaned, nails digging into his shoulders. “Then don’t.”His hand slid up to grip my jaw, tilting my face to meet his. He kissed me again, a sloppy one this time, tongue claiming mine like he’d waited years for it. My body pulsed around him, over-sensitive and greedy, every nerve ending raw and humming.“Fucking hell,” he growled. “You feel like silk.”My back was starting to ache against the glass, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so thoroughly used. Not even on our honeymoon had Eduardo looked

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Chapter 3Eat Your Heart OutMy husband kissed my cheek when he walked through the front door.Not my lips or my neck, not even my hand, which hovered slightly at my side as if begging to be taken.Just my cheek in the usual dry, detached, routine like I was some distant relative or a painting he once liked but no longer looked at.“Your hair’s damp,” Eduardo noted absently, handing off his coat to Marta, our housekeeper.“I had a workout with Jace this morning,” I said, stepping back into my heels.“Ah.” A pause. “He’s keeping you on a strict schedule, then?”“He’s thorough.” I let the words drip.Eduardo barely registered it. He’d already moved on, muttering something to his assistant who stood behind him tapping on her tablet. That was my cue to disappear.I padded up the stairs, the soft whisper of my silk blouse the only sound following me. The red lingerie he hated lay shredded under my bed, and in its place, I wore a pristine white thong and a blouse that hugged my breasts jus

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Chapter 4The Rules Are ChangingThe next time we had sex, he didn’t even kiss me first.It was in the back seat of his car. Not the kind of sleek, spotless luxury sedan Eduardo preferred—no, this one was all black muscle, leather seats warm from the sun, the windows tinted to a legal gray that didn’t stop the shadows from dancing over my naked thighs.I hadn’t worn underwear.Not for him or for anyone else.“Fucking tease,” Jace murmured, his voice low as the door shut behind us and he slid in after me. “You know how hard it was to train my clients today with the image of your tits bouncing in that little tennis top?”“I wasn’t thinking of you,” I said, spreading my legs just a little farther apart. “I just like being comfortable.”He laughed darkly. “Is that what we’re calling it?”He didn’t wait for my answer. One knee on the seat, one hand already up my thigh. No hesitation. He wasn’t a man who second-guessed. He was a man who took.And God, I wanted to be taken.“You keep walking

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Chapter 5The Taste of TroubleI was dripping sweat before he even touched me.He made me do a full hour of actual training.Real exercises, real work!There was no teasing this time. No games or soft looks across the room either.Jace was all business, counting reps, correcting posture, calling me Mrs. Vega in that clipped, professional tone that made me want to slap him and ride him in equal measure.It was maddening.And effective.I hated him by the time we reached the end of the circuit. Hated how my thighs trembled, how my sports bra clung to my chest like second skin, how my body ached in places he hadn’t even touched yet.“Done,” I breathed, collapsing on the mat. “You’re an asshole.”“You want results,” he said, tossing me a towel. “Or did you forget that?”“I came here to feel good,” I snapped.“You came here to fuck.”The words cut the air clean.I sat up slowly.He stood over me, sweat glistening across his chest, his hair darker from the workout. He was so still. Too stil

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Chapter 6Mine Even When You’re NotIt had been seven days.One week of silence.Not a call, not a text, not a single “You’re late, Mrs. Vega.”And I hated that it hurt more than I thought it would.Jace wasn’t just a good fuck, he was an ache in my bones now. A phantom touch I couldn’t get rid of. Every time Eduardo kissed my cheek or called me “darling,” I wanted to scream. Because he never touched me like that. Never grabbed me like I was a hot mess he wanted to ruin.And I wanted to be ruined again so, I did the only thing I knew would draw him out.I booked a private session at midnight.His gym, on his terms but my move.I wore the same thing I wore the first day. White sports bra, high-waisted leggings and lip gloss. No bra and with my hair up.Desperate and shameless. Just like he’d left me.When I stepped into the gym, it was already dark except for the soft glow from the private studio upstairs.He was there.Shirtless. Lifting.Like nothing had happened, like he hadn’t bent

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Chapter 7The Way She BreaksJace’s POVThere was nothing pure about her.Not when she walked into my gym with glossy lips and no panties or when she begged me with her eyes like I was the answer to a question she shouldn’t even be asking.And not even when I watched her through the security cameras at night, replaying footage just to see how her hips moved when she thought no one was looking.I knew what she was.A bored wife. A pet kept in a golden cage.But fuck if I didn’t want to be the one rattling her bars until the whole damn thing came down.When she walked in that Friday night, I was already waiting for her.I had the weights racked, music low and the private studio door locked behind her.She paused in the doorway, her throat bobbing as she saw me leaning back on the incline bench, arms behind my head, shirtless, sweat-slicked and watching her like I hadn’t eaten in days.Because I hadn’t.Not properly. Not since her.She stepped forward slowly. “You always look like you’re

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