Semua Bab CRAVE: Temptations Collection: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Chapter EightShe Was Here First“You’re not the first girl I’ve done this with.”That’s how he started.No warning. No softening of the blow.Just those words conveniently wrapped in steel and stabbed ruthlessly into my chest like a knife. I didn’t speak, I couldn’t. My throat felt tight, my skin flushed, but not with heat this time.With shame and jealousy.“She followed you,” Damon said. “Because she’s been waiting and watching me ever since I ended it.”I stared at him.“You… ended it?”He nodded once. “Two years ago. She didn’t take it well.”“What was her name?”“Elena.”My stomach flipped.“Elena,” I repeated. “And what was she to you?”He exhaled through his nose. “My daughter’s best friend.”I went cold. It was like being doused in ice water.“You—” My voice broke. “You fucked Lila’s best friend before me?”“Yes.”“And you thought I wouldn’t care?”“I didn’t plan on caring either,” he said, eyes dark. “But then I met you.”I laughed—it sounded sharp, bitter and ugly.“So this

Chapter One I hated how much I wanted him.Even before I stepped through the door of the Volkov estate, I could already feel it — that tightness in my stomach, the electric buzz under my skin, the furious pounding of my pulse. Not from nerves. No. From heat. From the ache I hadn’t been able to scratch in two long years away.My suitcase thudded against the marble floor of the entryway. Familiar smells curled up around me — leather, oak, expensive scotch — and the tension that lived inside this house for as long as I could remember. Tension, because he was here.Dmitri Volkov.My legal guardian. My father’s best friend. The man who took over the estate when my father died and I was still too young to do anything about it. The man who never looked at me for too long, never hugged me, never said my name like it meant anything. But still haunted every single fucking wet dream I’d had since I turned sixteen.He wasn’t in the foyer. Of course not. That would be too easy.I wheeled my bag t

Chapter ThreeMine in Every WayDmitri’s POVI woke up with her curled against me, bare skin pressed to mine, her head on my chest like she’d always belonged there.She breathed slowly, lips parted, thighs still marked with the red indentations my fingers had left. She hadn’t protested once, not even when I bent her over the desk a second time last night and made her scream through another orgasm.Arielle. My ward. My problem.My fucking undoing.I stared at the ceiling, trying to rationalize what we’d done. But the more I thought about it, the less I cared. My cock stirred again just remembering the way she looked—dripping, eager, mouth filthy with need. I’d never had a woman like that.And I’d never let anyone else touch her now.She stirred. Her hand slid across my chest, down to my stomach.“Morning,” she murmured, voice husky with sleep.“You should be in your own room.”She lifted her head, eyes narrowing. “You want me to leave?”I didn’t answer.Because if I said yes, I’d be ly

Chapter FiveYou’re Not Supposed to Want Me Like ThisArielle’s POVI woke up alone in Dmitri’s bed.The sheets were still warm, his scent everywhere—wood smoke and lust and something darker I couldn’t name.I stretched, the soreness between my thighs making me smile, my fingers brushing the velvet choker still snug at my throat.Daddy’s girl.His.I got up, wrapped myself in his white button-down, and padded barefoot into the hallway. The house was quiet.Too quiet.His office door was cracked. I peeked through.He was on the phone, shirtless, pacing the room like a caged animal. Muscles tense, jaw locked, one hand raking through his hair.“Don’t fucking call me again,” he snapped. “No. I told you this ended years ago.”I froze.His voice dropped, harsh and guttural. “If you so much as breathe her name, I will bury you.”Then he hung up and hurled the phone across the room. The crash made me flinch.I took a step back—but it was too late. He turned and his eyes locked on mine. I’d ne

Chapter SevenThe Ex That Never LeftArielle’s POVIsobel looked like she’d stepped out of an editorial spread, heels sharp enough to slit skin, platinum hair twisted into an artful knot, and blood-red lipstick painted with unsettling precision.“I let myself in,” she said coolly, as if it were normal to trespass in the middle of the night.My fingers tightened around the collar of Dmitri’s shirt, the only thing I had on. I could still feel his cum drying between my thighs.“What the hell do you want?”Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “To see what he replaced me with.”I didn’t respond. Because I didn’t know if I was his replacement or his project.She took a slow, prowling step toward me. “You’re younger than I thought. He usually likes them more… experienced.”“Says the ghost who still has his key.”She laughed. “Cute. But if you think sex means you know him, you’re more naive than I thought.”“I know enough.”“Do you?” she said, tilting her head. “Do you know what he did to me when