Semua Bab CRAVE: Temptations Collection: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Chapter Seven Need You to Ruin MeIt started with a kiss.Not soft. Not slow.Hard. Bruising. Like he was trying to imprint the shape of his mouth into mine.I was still sore from the night before, but the ache only made me hungrier. I wasn’t just wet—I was throbbing. A raw, hot pulse that didn’t stop no matter how many times he made me come.I wanted more.I wanted everything.Silas leaned over me, shirtless, sweat still glistening from our last round. His fingers trailed from my throat to the top of my breast, teasing the skin just above my nipple.“You keep looking at me like that,” he murmured, “and I’ll put you on your knees again.”“I want you to do more than that,” I whispered.He arched a brow. “Yeah?”I nodded. “I want you to ruin me.”His eyes darkened instantly. His hand tightened around my throat—not enough to hurt, just enough to remind me who he was.“You don’t get to say that to me unless you mean it, Lana.”

PREMISE “Repeat after me… slowly.” After years of sterile marriage and quiet divorce, Eva just wanted to feel curious again. French lessons seemed harmless—something cultured, something soft. Until her new tutor, Julien, walked in. Young. Sharp. Intense in a way no twenty-three-year-old should be. She wanted to learn the language. He wanted to hear her beg in it. Every Wednesday at 7 PM, the door closes. And Eva’s rules collapse—word by filthy word. Chapter One: The Lesson Begins The doorbell rang exactly at seven. Not a minute before. Not a second late. I stood in front of the mirror in my silk blouse, pretending I wasn’t adjusting the buttons for him. Not too low. Not too high. Just enough to make him look. Just enough to make it seem accidental. It had started so innocently—if anything that made m

Chapter Three: You’re Going to Break for MeI thought I’d feel full for days.Turns out, I barely lasted a day and a half.He hadn’t texted. Hadn’t called. And even though I knew Julien wasn’t the type of man to beg for time or space or attention, it didn’t stop the ache between my legs from growing every hour he stayed silent.I wanted him again. I wanted the version of me I became with him.When I opened the door on Sunday evening to see him leaning in the frame—black t-shirt, jeans that hugged his thighs too well, and that tattooed arm propped casually against the side—I knew I wouldn’t last five seconds.I didn’t.“I was beginning to think you ghosted me,” I said.He didn’t smile.“I’ve been thinking about how good your throat felt.”My breath caught.He stepped inside, walked me backward by the hips, and kicked the door shut without turning around.“You swallowed like you were made for it,” he said.“I was.”That made him grin.But it vanished the moment I reached for his belt.

Chapter Five: Backseat, Legs SpreadThe car was waiting at the curb.A black sedan, sleek, tinted. The driver stepped out to open the door for us, giving Julien a stiff nod.I didn’t look at him—I couldn’t.Not with my jaw hurting from being used in the elevator. Not with Julien’s cum drying on the skin of my chin, one he didn’t let me wipe because it looked like the prettiest accessory.I slid into the back seat.He followed.The door shut.The car pulled away.But the air between us crackled like we were still in that elevator—him in control, me already on my knees in my mind.Julien didn’t say a word. Not until the city blurred by and the partition between the front and back hadn’t been raised.That was when he leaned in, voice low but clear.“Lift your dress.”I froze.“There’s a driver—”“That’s what makes it good. Now do it.”I hesitated.His hand closed around my throat—not tight. Just there. A reminder.“I said, lift it.”I obeyed.The silk slid up over my thighs, hips, stoma

He said I was hired for my “typing speed.” He forgot to mention I’d be on my knees, not at a desk.When broke and brilliant Evie Scott stumbles into a high-powered job at Lancaster Holdings, she’s desperate to keep it—even if her arrogant, cold-eyed boss, Julian Lancaster, makes her feel like she’s constantly auditioning for something… more.But one late night, when he slides a contract across his desk with a glint in his eye and a whispered, “On your knees, Miss Scott,” Evie realizes she’s been promoted to a very… personal position.And once she signs, there’s no safe word strong enough to get her out of the game he plays behind closed office doors.Bound by power. Branded by lust.She’s not just his assistant anymore. She’s his.Chapter 1You’re Hired… I wasn’t wearing underwear.Not because I was feeling bold or slutty—but because I hadn’t done laundry in three days and all I had left were Christmas-themed panties with a dancing Santa. That would’ve been more humiliating.I tugged