Semua Bab Twisted Temptation : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Mia sat cross-legged on her bed, staring blankly at her phone screen. It had been three days since that night in the mansion. Three days since Richard Stone ruined her. She couldn’t sleep without feeling his rough fingers between her thighs. She couldn’t touch herself without imagining his cold grey eyes watching her.Her phone buzzed again.Daddy: Send me a picture. Now.She swallowed hard, her stomach knotting with dread and shame. Her rent was overdue. Her part-time café salary wouldn’t cover it. The last transfer he sent – five thousand dollars with no message – sat untouched in her account. But she knew she would spend it eventually. She always did.With trembling hands, she pulled off her oversized t-shirt, letting it drop to the floor. Her nipples hardened instantly in the air-conditioned room. She angled the camera down her chest, her bare breasts filling the screen. Tears burned in her eyes as she pressed send.His reply was immediate.Daddy: Good girl. Come to The Carlton Ho

I always thought sugar babies were girls with no ambition, just pretty faces chasing easy money. But that day, as I sat in my studio apartment, staring at unpaid bills and an empty fridge, I realised I was about to become one myself.New York City wasn’t cheap. My job as a part-time waitress barely covered my rent, and classes at NYU left me exhausted. So when Chloe, my friend from art history, showed me the SugarConnect app, I rolled my eyes at first. But that night, desperate, I downloaded it.His profile caught my eye instantly.“Michael, 45, CEO. Looking for a sweet companion. Generous. Dinner tomorrow?”His display picture showed a sharply dressed man with streaks of grey in his hair, sitting in the backseat of a black Mercedes. His eyes were steel-blue, direct and intimidating.I hesitated, then typed back:“Hi. I’m free tomorrow evening.”Within seconds, he replied with a reservation for 8 pm at La Petite Maison downtown.The next evening, I put on my tight black dress with a p

Three weeks passed since that first night, and my life turned into something I never imagined. Classes felt easier with no financial worries. My fridge was stocked with expensive groceries. My closet overflowed with designer dresses, lace lingerie, and red-bottom stilettos. Every Thursday, Michael sent his driver to pick me up, and every weekend I spent in his penthouse, learning what it meant to belong to him. But tonight felt different. He texted only: > “Wear no panties. Red dress. Be ready at 8.” My stomach twisted with nervous anticipation. When I entered the black SUV, Michael’s eyes raked over my body. The red silk hugged every curve, plunging dangerously low in front and slit high on the thigh. “Good girl,” he murmured, brushing his fingers over my bare thigh. “I love when you obey.” The car pulled up outside The Monarch Club, an exclusive rooftop bar with gold accents and private lounges overlooking Manhattan. As we entered, eyes followed us – a powerful CEO with his b

The morning sun poured through the wide glass windows of the airport lounge, golden rays dancing on her tanned thighs. Bella adjusted the strap of her tight black tank top, feeling the gaze of men across the lounge drilling holes into her curves. She smirked to herself, flicking her glossy brunette hair behind her shoulders.Her best friend, Liv, nudged her elbow. “Babe, stop teasing them. We’re not even on the trip yet.”Bella grinned. “Who said I’m teasing? I’m just warming up for the real fun.”They were waiting to board their flight to Miami for a wild bachelorette trip. Bella wasn’t even the bride – she was just a single friend in desperate need of reckless freedom. Her last relationship had ended when she caught her boyfriend fucking their neighbor in her own kitchen. Since then, she’d vowed to have fun, no strings attached, no guilt, no regrets.A tall man in a navy-blue suit passed by, his eyes lingering on Bella’s chest before he cleared his throat and looked away. She chuckl

Bella moaned softly as his rough hands gripped her hips, forcing her down onto his cock. Her thighs trembled as he filled her up completely, stretching her walls so wide she thought she might break. But she didn’t want gentle. She wanted to be broken.She cried out as he thrust up into her, his grip bruising her skin. Her tits bounced with each movement, her nipples hard and aching to be sucked. He grabbed her throat, pulling her down so her forehead pressed against his.“Look at me when I fuck you,” he growled, his dark eyes burning into hers.Tears leaked down Bella’s cheeks as pleasure burned through her veins. Her pussy clenched around his cock, milking him desperately. She felt so full, so owned, so completely ruined.“You’re mine,” he whispered harshly, slamming up into her so hard the bed rattled. “Say it.”“I’m yours…” Bella sobbed, her voice breaking. “Only yours…”He smirked, his eyes softening for just a second as he pressed his lips to hers in a bruising kiss. Then he flip