All Chapters of CRAVE: Temptations Collection: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 6 He Ruins Me SoftlyThere’s something sick about desire that won’t let go.Something cruel in the way it makes you crave what you’re not supposed to want.Logan didn’t kiss me like a man who wanted sex.He kissed me like a man who wanted to own every inch of me.Like he wanted to brand his mouth into mine so no other kiss would ever feel the same.I hated that I leaned into it.That I melted.That I stopped pretending the moment his tongue found mine.“I said I wouldn’t touch you again,” he whispered between kisses. “I fucking lied.”His hands were already up my shirt, tugging the fabric over my head. My nipples were tight, aching for attention, and he didn’t make me wait.He bent down, took one into his mouth, and bit.Hard.I gasped, arching against him.“Keep your voice down,” he warned.That should’ve been enough to pull me back. But I only clenched tighter.He flipped me onto the bed, tugged my leggings and panties down in one breathless move.I was still wet from earli

PROLOGUE When broke recent grad Maya lands a last-minute job interview with tech tycoon Dominic Vale, she doesn’t expect to leave his office with a contract instead of an offer letter. He doesn’t want an assistant—he wants discretion, obedience, and availability. What begins as a sugar arrangement quickly spirals into something hotter, darker, and far more addictive than Maya ever expected—especially when Dominic insists she wear no panties to meetings and punishes disobedience with brutal pleasure.“Every time you cross a line, Maya, I’ll make you scream for it.”Chapter 1 No Panties, No QuestionsI didn’t even belong in the building.The security guard looked me up and down like I was either lost or delusional. Probably both. I could feel the judgment scraping along my skin as I stood in the marbled lobby of Vale Industries, clutching a wrinkled résumé and trying not to sweat through my secondhand blouse.“Interview?” I offered weakly.“

Chapter 3 Property of D. ValeThe gold collar hadn’t left my throat.Not since last night.He’d left it on—said nothing about removing it, and I didn’t dare ask.Not when I woke up sore, marked with red streaks on my ass, and his cum still drying between my thighs.I’d stayed in that townhouse all night.Not in a bedroom.No—Dominic had me curled up at the foot of his bed. Naked. Collared. Like a pet.There was a soft blanket laid down—rich, velvety, deliberately placed. My designated space.He’d fed me before bed, too. Not dinner. Him.He’d knelt on the bed and made me open my mouth. Fed me his cock. Slow, deep, deliberate strokes until I gagged and he growled, “Good girl,” like I was his favorite thing.When I swallowed every drop, he rubbed my throat in approval and tucked me into my little space with a smirk.Now it was morning.And the collar was still locked.So were the invisible rules I hadn’t even discovered yet.

Chapter 5 His Rules, My UndoingI didn’t know what morning looked like anymore.Not when my days bled into nights, and my body never stopped aching from how he used it.Dominic Vale didn’t fuck like a man—he devoured like a beast.And this morning?He didn’t let me rest.He woke me up with his mouth between my thighs, tongue relentless, eyes locked on mine like he dared me to break eye contact. When I moaned, twisting against the sheets, he only pressed my hips down harder and growled.I came so hard I cried.And when I came down from the high, chest heaving, he didn’t stop.“I said we’re not done, Maya,” he said, voice like silk stretched over razors. “You don’t come once and think it’s over. You come until I say enough.”That was how the day began.Now it was noon, and I stood at the center of his penthouse, naked again, trembling, wet, branded—waiting.He’d given me a list.A handwritten one, delivered after breakfast.

Chapter 7 ClaimedThe first time I came for him, it felt like surrender.The last time?It felt like war.Not a battle I lost—but one I chose to never walk away from.Because when Dominic Vale pinned me to his penthouse window, overlooking the midnight skyline, he didn’t make love to me. He took me like he was erasing the version of me that ever lived without him.“I warned you,” he whispered against my neck, voice thick with lust and something darker, “you signed more than a contract, Maya.”His cock dragged against my folds, teasing, soaking in how wet I already was for him. From behind, he forced my palms against the glass, his other hand gripping my throat, holding me exactly where he wanted me—where I wanted to be.“You thought you were walking away after thirty days? You thought this was just business?”I couldn’t speak.Didn’t want to.Not when he shoved in deep, burying himself inside me so hard my body slammed against the win