All Chapters of CRAVE: Temptations Collection: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 2 Hate Me HarderElenaI didn’t mean to kiss him.That kiss wasn’t a surrender. It was a challenge.But the second Jax’s mouth crashed against mine, I knew something was over. Maybe my resolve. Maybe my dignity.Definitely my dry spell.His hands were under my shirt in seconds—rough, greedy, like he’d been waiting years to ruin me. And fuck, maybe he had.“You hate me, huh?” he muttered, teeth scraping my jaw as he pushed me down onto the bed.“I fantasize about lighting your ego on fire.”“Good.” He shoved my tank top up. “Then moan like you’re burning.”I didn’t. I whimpered.He sank his mouth over my breast, tongue flicking my nipple before he sucked it hard enough to make me gasp. My back arched. My thighs pressed together. My pride wanted to slap him. My body? It wanted him to leave handprints.“God, you’re such a mouthy little tease,” he growled against my skin. “All those red ink notes, every snarky comment—you were

Chapter 4 There’s Still Only One Bed Elena By the time the snow stopped falling, I’d already come three times and threatened to kill Jax Hart at least twice. Not necessarily in that order. I stood in the kitchen wrapped in nothing but a too-thin robe, watching him cook bacon shirtless like he hadn’t just used my body as a human jungle gym two hours ago. His back flexed as he flipped a strip with a casual, one-handed flick of the wrist. Muscles rippled. Tattoos shifted. I hated him. I hated that my thighs were still sore and my nipples tightened just looking at him. I hated that I was considering going for round four before breakfast. “Coffee?” he asked, glancing at me over his shoulder with that lazy, cocky smile. “Or are you more of a post-coital mimosa girl?” “Is this your idea of pillow talk? Greasy food and cheap charm?” “Only when it works.” He hand

Chapter 6 Your Name in My MouthElenaI didn’t cry when I left the lodge.Didn’t look back as the SUV drove me down that winding, snow-paved mountain.Didn’t let myself feel anything when my phone lit up with bars of service again and I was met with a tsunami of missed calls, angry texts, calendar alerts, and corporate emails with subject lines like:“URGENT: JAX HART MEDIA BLAST”“WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE LODGE.”I didn’t open them.Not until I was home. Showered. Alone.Back in the armor of city lights and sharp suits.Then I did what I always do.I poured a glass of red. Opened my laptop. And braced for the mess.But I wasn’t prepared for this.Title: “Locked In: A True Story of Lust in the Storm”By: Jax HartI blinked.Then clicked.The bastard had published a preview. A whole fucking chapter. On his newsletter. To over two million subscribers.“We hated each other. That was the beginning.She tol

Chapter 8 Yours, UncensoredElenaYou know the problem with fire? It is that you can’t control where it spreads and right now, Jax Hart was wildfire inside me.I shouldn’t have come.I should’ve stayed buttoned-up and polished on the morning talk circuit, laughing off his scandalous mic drop like I didn’t relive every raw, filthy second of that cabin.But I did because my thighs were wet before the end of his interview and my chest was tight. My mouth—dry and aching.And then there he was—on my screen—telling the whole world I’d screamed his name while I was fucking drenched.He wasn’t wrong.And when I burst through his door that night, furious and wet in every way that mattered, he fucked the resistance right out of me while I screamed every obscene word I had stashed in the wide range of my vocabulary.And now I was naked in his bed with my legs tied open with his belt, blindfolded and begging.He’d lit candles. Low. Flickering. Shadow

Chapter 2 First NightSIENNAThe sound of his belt hitting the floor felt louder than it should have.Maybe because I was on my knees on cold marble, my pulse a war drum in my throat. Maybe because he didn’t look at me like I was a girl anymore.He looked at me like I was prey.“You understand what you agreed to,” he said, voice low, lazy, like he had all the time in the world to ruin me. “Say it.”“I agreed to be yours,” I whispered.“For?”“One month.”He ran his fingers through my hair like he was testing the weight of it—then tightened his grip until I gasped.“Try again.”“I’m yours for thirty days,” I said, louder now, shame rippling under my skin.He bent lower, eyes locking on mine, his grip firm in my hair.“No, Sienna. You’re mine for thirty nights. And they’re going to feel endless by the time I’m done with you.”I should’ve been afraid. I should’ve screamed.But I only spread my knees wider.He smiled l