Twisted Temptation 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 101 - 챕터 110

Emma woke to sunlight pouring through the flimsy hotel curtains. Her skin was tight with dried salt, her thighs sore, and there was still sand stuck to her knees. She groaned, rolling over in the unfamiliar bed, only to find the space beside her empty. For a second, relief fluttered through her chest. No awkward goodbyes. No lingering strangers. Just a one-night mistake she could tuck away as vacation lore. Then the door clicked, and Liam walked back in—shirtless, barefoot, holding two steaming cups of coffee. Emma sat up too fast, clutching the sheet to her chest. “You—what—how did you—” “Relax.” His smirk was maddening. “Front desk owed me a favor. Got us coffee.” He set a cup on the nightstand, like he belonged there. Like this wasn’t supposed to be temporary. Emma blinked, trying to find her footing. “Last night was… Look, I don’t usually—” “Fuck strangers on the beach?” he supplied, grin wicked. “Good thing I’m not a stranger anymore.” Her cheeks burned. “It was just—vaca

The sky cracked open before midnight. Emma stood at the balcony of her hotel room, watching palm trees thrash in the wind. Lightning ripped the horizon, followed by a low, rolling boom that rattled the glass. The storm had been building all afternoon, heavy clouds dragging the heat lower and lower until the air itself felt combustible. She should’ve been in bed. She should’ve been packing—her flight was in two days. Instead, she was restless, pacing in nothing but a silk slip, replaying the cabana again and again in her head. The taste of Liam’s mouth. The bruising grip on her hips. The way she’d shattered so hard she thought her body might never come back from it. A knock at the door cut through the thunder. Her pulse stuttered. She didn’t need to open it to know who it was. Liam leaned against the doorframe when she did, hair damp from rain, shirt plastered to his chest. His grin was slow, dangerous. “Storm knocked the power out at the bar. Thought you could use some compa

The rain hadn’t stopped all afternoon. It drummed against the roof like an impatient fist, dripping through the gutter and pooling near the porch steps. Inside, Emma sat curled on the worn leather couch, her robe wrapped loosely around her body, the knot barely tied. She hadn’t bothered with real clothes. What was the point? The notice in her mailbox that morning had said it all—final visit before repossession.Her home, her sanctuary, was slipping through her fingers.At 7:02 p.m., the doorbell rang. Sharp. Official.Her heart clenched. She already knew who it was.When she opened the door, he was there. A stranger in a perfectly fitted navy suit, black tie pinned neatly at his throat, hair slick from the rain. He looked like he belonged in a glossy magazine ad for banking, not on her doorstep. His jaw was sharp, his eyes a clear steel-gray, assessing her like a problem to be solved.“Emma Carter?” His voice was deep, clipped, the kind that could silence a boardroom.She nodded, clu

Daniel’s breath was ragged, chest rising hard beneath the starched shirt, his tie now hanging loose. Emma stood so close she could feel the warmth radiating off him, the storm outside echoing the storm coiled between them. One second, his jaw was tight with control. The next, his mouth was crushing hers. The kiss was brutal, all teeth and hunger, like a man starved too long. Emma gasped against him, but her hands were already clutching his shirt, pulling him closer, needing more. The taste of him—dark, clean, like whiskey and rain—burned down her throat as his tongue pushed deep, claiming her mouth with a force that left her trembling. Her robe slipped off one shoulder, and Daniel didn’t hesitate. His hand slid inside, gripping her bare waist, hot and possessive. He pulled her flush against the hardness straining beneath his trousers, and she moaned, low and guttural, the sound vibrating against his lips. “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he growled, breaking the kiss onl

The rain was gone by dawn. The house smelled of sex and sweat, the air heavy, thick with what they’d done. Papers were still everywhere—crumpled under the couch, half-stuck to the wall, one with a boot print right across the bank’s logo.Emma stirred awake on the couch, her robe somewhere on the floor, her body sore in ways she hadn’t felt in years. Every ache was a reminder of his hands, his mouth, the way he’d taken her over and over until she thought she’d break apart.Daniel was sitting in the armchair across from her, shirtless, his slacks hanging low on his hips. His hair was mussed, his chest rising slow as he sipped from a mug of coffee like he hadn’t just ruined every rule he lived by.She pulled the blanket tighter over her chest. “Watching me sleep? That’s creepy.”His mouth twitched, that same half-smile she was starting to hate needing so much. “I was deciding if I should wake you. Or sneak out before you remembered what happened.”Her cheeks flushed hot. “Like I could fo