All Chapters of Twisted Temptation : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ava avoided him again.For a whole week.Not out of pride—God no. Her pride was ruined, ground into the floor of his apartment under his palm while she screamed his name. No. She stayed away because she didn’t trust herself.Every night since then, her body pulsed with the memory of him.His hands. His cock. His voice whispering filth in her ear like he was born to ruin girls like her.But what she couldn’t handle was the after.The silence. The way he left her alone after everything.No texts. No calls.Just… nothing.Had she just been another warm body for him?That thought hurt more than she’d expected.So she did what any idiot girl would do when she feels stupid and ignored—She went out.Wore something short. Tight. Low-cut.And said yes when Carter Jennings—campus golden boy, pre-med, boring as oatmeal—offered to take her to some frat party.“Jaxon Reed is a walking red flag,” Linda, her roommate, had warned. “You're not gonna ‘fix’ him with your vagina.”Ava laughed then. Pret

The Steele estate looked like something out of a billionaire porn fantasy.High marble arches, black glass windows, a driveway long enough to lose your virginity on twice. Emma adjusted her secondhand blouse, the thin fabric sticking to her skin from the heat. Her worn-out sneakers squeaked on the polished floor as the butler led her inside.“Mr. Steele will see you now,” the man said, eyes dropping to her chest for a brief second before looking away.Emma stepped into the office, her heart pounding like she’d walked into a lion’s den.And there he was.Derek Steele. Tall, broad-shouldered, lounging in a black leather chair like sin himself. Dark hair, messy in a way that screamed fuck me and thank me after. Sleeves rolled up to expose muscular forearms. His jawline could cut diamonds. And those eyes—piercing, icy, undressing her without a word."You’re Emma," he said, voice low and smooth."Y-yes, sir.""Age?""Nineteen… last month."His eyes narrowed slightly. "You live alone?"She

Emma stood at the edge of his bed, trembling.She knew what was coming tonight.Derek hadn’t touched her all day — not during breakfast, not while she scrubbed the marble floors on all fours like a good little maid. But his eyes followed her. Every time she bent over. Every time her skirt flipped up. Every time her nipples pressed through her shirt.Now she stood in his bedroom.Door closed.Heart pounding.Pussy soaked.“You know what I’m going to do to you, don’t you?” he asked, voice low, rough, feral.“Yes, sir.”“Say it.”“You’re going to fuck me, sir.”“Damn right.”He walked over, bare-chested, black sweatpants low on his hips, revealing the hard outline of his cock — thick, huge, and demanding.“Strip.”She hesitated.He raised a brow.“I said strip, virgin.”Her hands shook as she peeled off the tank top. Her hard nipples bounced free. Then the skirt. Then her panties — already wet from anticipation.He growled when he saw her."Look at this pussy. Already crying for my cock

The first time Kendra knocked on the Hayes’ front door, she thought it would be just another summer job.Suburban California in July was no joke. Dry air kissed her thighs as the short hem of her denim cut-offs threatened to reveal more than they should. Her loose tank top stuck to her curves, the fabric sheer from sweat. She tugged at her bra strap, already regretting not dressing more “respectably” for a babysitting gig.But then the door opened—and all thoughts left her mind.“Hi, you must be Kendra.” A woman greeted her with a warm smile. Blonde, polished, slim. Perfect. Her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m Dana Hayes. Come in.”Kendra stepped inside, blinking at the luxury around her. Marble floors. A spiraling staircase. Expensive furniture that screamed we don’t touch anything in this house unless we’re rich enough to replace it.“I appreciate you coming on such short notice,” Dana said, grabbing her purse from the console. “My regular nanny bailed, and my husband has bu

Kendra promised herself she wouldn’t go back.She repeated it in her head like a mantra: It was a mistake. You’re better than this. He’s married. You’re not some cheap homewrecker.But three days later, she was back at the Hayes’ front door.She didn’t even pretend to dress modestly this time. Tight jeans, a cropped red top that hugged her breasts like a second skin, and a sheer lacy bra beneath that might as well have been see-through under the hallway light.It was wrong. She knew it.But nothing in her life had ever felt this good.She rang the bell.Dana opened the door, radiant and composed in a black cocktail dress. “You’re a lifesaver again, Kendra. Emma hasn’t stopped talking about you. She even drew you a picture.”Kendra smiled tightly, already feeling sweat gather between her thighs.Where was Colton?“Oh—before I forget,” Dana added, reaching for her handbag. “You left these here last time.”She pulled out a pair of pale pink panties.Kendra’s stomach dropped.“I think the