Lahat ng Kabanata ng CRAVE: Temptations Collection: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Chapter EightSpread Wide for the WorldThe screen glowed cold in the darkness.One file. One click. One downfall.That was all it would take.I stared at the upload notice, that smug little caption taunting me: Professor Maddox’s forbidden pet. For sale soon.My stomach churned. My heart thundered.I didn’t wake Maddox. Not yet. He was asleep in the other room, his arms draped around me only hours ago, his cock still sticky between my thighs when we finally passed out.I sat in his T-shirt, nothing underneath, knees curled up in front of his laptop.Every second that passed felt like a countdown.Jace had uploaded us.The file was already sitting in a cloud storage folder—unlisted, anonymous, but out there. Just waiting to be shared, downloaded, exploited.And worse: I could see that one person had already accessed it.One.Which meant he wasn’t bluffing.He’d had a backup. He was smart. Slimy, but smart. Even if Maddox had knocked him unconscious, even if the laptop was here—it didn

Chapter TenPublic KnowledgeI didn’t know he planned to do it.Not until the auditorium doors locked behind me, and I realized everyone’s heads were turning in my direction.And then I saw him.Maddox.On stage.At the podium.Wearing that perfectly tailored navy suit that made women whisper and men sit straighter.My knees nearly gave out.The auditorium was packed. Students, faculty, donors, even a few press figures in the back.This was the year-end academic awards ceremony.And I was standing dead center in the middle row wearing nothing under my black coat but lingerie and his signature around my neck in the form of a choker.Maddox caught my eyes.He smiled.I shook my head slowly.No. Not here.He raised the mic.And in that slow, sure voice of his, he said, “Before I begin tonight’s proceedings, there’s something I need to make public. Something I’m no longer ashamed of hiding.”The murmurs began immediately.Maddox paused—then walked down the steps of the stage towards me.E

Chapter TwoTell Me to StopI didn’t see him at breakfast.Lila made pancakes, Owen played DJ with some pop playlist, and we all pretended like everything was normal. I laughed where I should’ve, sipped my coffee, and did my best not to let my eyes drift down the hall to the room where Damon had slept.Or didn’t.Because I’d spent half the night imagining him in his bed, thinking about me.The note he’d left was still tucked in the back pocket of my shorts. I’d read it again while brushing my teeth. You should be more careful with how you look at me.It wasn’t a warning. It was a dare.And I didn’t like to lose.—Later that afternoon, Lila and Owen went to the boardwalk. Damon still hadn’t appeared. I told them I was going to hang back and work on my internship essays—which was technically not a lie.I waited until I heard the front door close. Waited another five minutes before slipping out of my room and walking down the stairs, barefoot and braless in a tank that wasn’t made for p

Chapter FourThe Trouble with MorningsI woke to the sound of the shower running. For a split second, I didn’t remember where I was then I looked around.Gray sheets, hardwood floors, leather armchair in the corner, his scent in the air.Damon’s room.I stretched under his covers, completely bare, sore in the best ways possible.The bathroom door cracked open. Steam spilled out. Then came Damon—damp, towel slung low on his hips, chest glistening with his hair slicked back.He froze when he saw me awake, blinking like he hadn’t expected me to still be there.“You stayed.”“Is that a problem?”He shook his head slowly, eyes dark. “No.”I sat up and the sheet fell around my waist. His gaze dropped instantly.“I didn’t hear you get up,” I said.“You looked too peaceful.”“I was wrecked.”“I remember.”He came closer. Sat on the edge of the bed, hand sliding over my bare thigh. “You always sleep naked?”“No.”He raised a brow. “So just for me?”“You make clothes feel… irrelevant.”He leane

Chapter SixUnder the Table, Over the EdgeThe restaurant was too nice for my dress.That’s what I thought the moment we walked in—Damon beside me, Lila on his other side, all three of us bathed in soft lighting and surrounded by the quiet murmur of polished diners.He insisted on taking us out to celebrate Lila’s internship offer.And I—fool that I am—agreed.Because I thought I could sit across from him in public and behave.Because I thought he could keep his hands to himself.I was wrong.From the moment I slid into the booth across from him, I saw the heat in his eyes. The tightness in his jaw. The way his hand balled into a fist in his lap when I crossed my legs.It was going to be a problem.Especially when Lila got up to go to the restroom.“You’re going to behave,” I whispered, picking up my wine.He didn’t blink. “No.”“You can’t—Damon—”His foot nudged mine under the table.Then again. Up. Slow. To my calf.I nearly choked on the wine.“You’re insane.”His voice was like a