Lahat ng Kabanata ng CRAVE: Temptations Collection: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Chapter 3: Boardrooms and Ball GagsWhen I stepped into Julian Lancaster’s private conference room the next morning—ten minutes early, with two lattes in hand and my entire lower body still humming from last night—I wasn’t prepared for what waited inside.He was already there.Seated at the head of the glass table. Legs spread. Tie gone. Sleeves rolled up. And a thick black ball gag resting innocently on the sleek mahogany surface beside him.He didn’t look up from his laptop.“Close the door.”I swallowed hard and obeyed.Click.The moment the lock engaged, his eyes lifted to mine—hungry, deliberate, daring.“Red,” he said, voice cool but unmistakably pleased. “Good girl.”I had worn a fitted crimson blouse tucked into a pencil skirt that might’ve been a size too tight. The moment he said those two words—good girl—my nipples hardened instantly.He closed his laptop.“Come here.”I set down the coffees and walked to him, every click of my heels echoing against the glass table and sto

Chapter 5 The Taste of PowerThere’s something dangerous about silence.The kind of silence that follows a man like Julian Lancaster when he enters a room. Controlled. Predatory. As if he’s already decided what he wants, and you’re just waiting for him to make his move.That was the silence filling his penthouse office as I stood in front of his desk, my legs still weak from what he’d done to me in the elevator just an hour ago.He leaned back in his leather chair, one hand on the armrest, the other holding a glass of scotch. His jacket was off. Sleeves rolled. Tie loose. And his gaze—God, his gaze—was a promise of destruction.I couldn’t stop thinking about how his mouth had tasted between my legs. Or how my body still throbbed with the ache of being used so thoroughly, so unapologetically, and yet…It wasn’t enough.I was burning for him again.“Come here, Evelyn.” His voice was like the scotch he sipped—dark, smooth, and laced with fire.I moved slowly, as instructed, my heels cli

Chapter TwoLesson PlanI didn’t sleep much after our first session.Every time I closed my eyes, I felt him again—his mouth, his hands, the way he looked at me like I wasn’t just a student, but something he owned the second I walked into that office.I was still sore between my legs.And I liked it.I spent the next few days walking campus like I had a secret scrawled all over my skin. I wore tighter jeans, smaller tops. No one else knew, but I felt exposed. Like if I stood too close to someone, they’d smell him on me.I waited until Wednesday.Office hours again.At exactly 4:02, I knocked on his door.“Enter,” came the smooth, commanding voice.I stepped in slowly this time, more aware of how my hips swayed when I walked, how his gaze locked onto me like a match to gasoline.He was already standing when I entered.This time, he was in a black shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows again, collar slightly open.“Miss Callahan,” he said without smiling. “You’re late.”“By two minutes.”H

Chapter FourOffice Hours ExtendedThe next time I saw Professor Maddox, it was in front of a crowd.He walked into the lecture hall just like any other day, impeccably dressed in that crisp white button-down, black slacks hugging his narrow hips, and that glint in his eye that only I seemed to understand now. His sleeves were rolled up again. His throat bare. No tie. No mercy.My thighs clenched at the memory of what we did last Friday.I had to pretend like nothing happened. Like my professor hadn’t held me after fucking the soul out of me on his desk. Like he hadn’t whispered that I now had access—to him.And I wasn’t even sure what that meant. But I knew I craved more.As he started lecturing on postmodern literature, my eyes didn’t leave him. His fingers wrapped around the whiteboard marker like he could do unspeakable things with it. He smirked once—catching my stare—and I knew he was thinking about it too.And then… it happened.“Can I ask a question?” a voice purred from the f

Chapter SixThe Dean’s DeskThe dean was out of town.Professor Maddox knew it. I knew it.But still—walking into her office at night, keys in hand, lock turning behind me—I felt like the devil was dragging me toward something I’d never come back from.“Don’t hesitate now,” Maddox said, his voice low and sharp behind me.“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”I swallowed.He stepped forward, locking the door behind us, his body close to mine, his heat searing into my skin even through my clothes.The dean’s office was pristine. Mahogany shelves. Certificates framed perfectly. A tall glass window overlooking the courtyard. A wide desk that screamed authority. Respect.He didn’t let me admire it for long.“Skirt off,” he said.I turned slowly. “Here?”“Right on her desk,” he said, stripping his blazer off. “You said you wanted to push boundaries. Well, this one’s carved in stone. And I want to break it with you spread wide.”My body flushed.I unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to the flo