All Chapters of Twisted Temptation : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Kendra told herself she was in control.That she was the one calling the shots.That she could end it whenever she wanted.But when Dana asked her to come to the Hayes’ family barbecue the next weekend—to “spend time with Emma” and “meet a few neighbors”—Kendra knew this wasn’t just about babysitting anymore.It was about being seen.It was about him.She arrived around four, wearing the most innocent sundress she owned: pale blue, short, strapless. Sweet.But underneath?Nothing.Not a single piece of fabric between her and temptation.Colton spotted her the second she walked through the gate.He was standing by the grill, beer in hand, surrounded by men in polos talking about golf.His eyes raked her body in a split second. His jaw clenched. That subtle twitch in his fingers—the same ones that had been inside her two nights ago.She smirked.Let him sweat.Dana came over and wrapped her in a hug. “You look adorable! Colton said he wasn’t sure you’d come.”Kendra’s smile was razor-sh

Kendra swore she was done.Again.She deleted his number. Blocked him. Told herself she wouldn’t babysit for Dana ever again.But three days later, her phone lit up:> From Dana:“Emergency meeting at the firm. Can you watch Emma tonight? Please. I’ll owe you big.”Kendra stared at the message for a long time.She hadn’t seen Colton since the night in the guest bedroom. Since she walked out on him—sweaty, sore, and full of his cum.She thought he’d come crawling back.He hadn’t.So maybe she was going back for revenge.She texted Dana back:> I’ll be there in 30.---This time, she didn’t dress like bait.She wore a hoodie. Sweatpants. No makeup.She wanted Colton to look at her and hurt.But the man didn’t even come downstairs.“Emma’s been a little cranky,” Dana said, handing over her purse. “I think she’s getting a cold. And Colton’s locked in his office with a client call, so just knock if you need anything.”That was it. That was the mention.Like he was a ghost.Kendra played wi

The city smelled like rain and gasoline—wet asphalt shining under streetlights, the rumble of traffic like a restless heartbeat.Ava Carter stepped out of the cab in her fitted black dress, heels clicking on the slick pavement. She’d been in New York City for exactly three days, and tonight was her first real test: the annual Ridgemont Enterprises networking gala. The kind of place where careers were made… or crushed.She tugged her coat tighter, scanning the towering hotel before walking inside. The warmth hit her immediately—gold chandeliers spilling light over marble floors, champagne flutes clinking, and the low hum of money in the air. It smelled of expensive perfume and something sharper… the kind of scent that whispered power.Ava moved with practiced poise, even though her nerves buzzed. She’d been raised in a small Illinois town where everyone knew your business, and walking into a ballroom full of people worth more than she’d ever seen in her life was… intimidating. But she

Part 3 – The Breaking PointAva had sworn to herself that what happened in the penthouse was a one-night lapse.Something she could file under “reckless mistakes” and lock away.But the problem with men like Zane Mercer was… once they got under your skin, they didn’t leave.And he knew it.---The week was chaos at work, and she buried herself in it, avoiding his calls — until Friday night, when the black sedan appeared outside her building like it had been summoned by her thoughts.The driver stepped out, holding the door open.“Mr. Mercer’s waiting, Miss Carter.”Her pulse skipped. “Tell Mr. Mercer I’m busy.”The man didn’t blink. “He said you’d say that. And he said to tell you, ‘stop pretending.’”God damn him.She got in.---The car swept her through the city until it stopped at the Mercer Tower. The elevator opened directly into the top floor, and there he was — leaning against a wall of glass, the skyline stretching behind him like a crown.“You came,” he said, not as a greeti

I should have screamed.Should have run.But I didn’t.Because when Cole’s body pressed into mine, his heat seeped through my thin tank top, and every nerve ending lit up like I’d been plugged into an outlet.His green eyes were fixed on me—hungry, unblinking—as he took the knife from my hand and tossed it onto the bed like it was a toy.“You don’t need that,” he said, his voice low and almost amused. “If I wanted to hurt you… I already would’ve.”“That’s not comforting,” I snapped, but my voice betrayed me—shaky, breathless.He stepped closer, his chest brushing mine, the scent of smoke and leather filling my head. His hand cupped my jaw, thumb dragging over my lower lip.“You’ve been driving me insane, Ava,” he murmured. “Walking around like that… like you don’t know every man in this city wants to fuck you.”My breath hitched. “You’ve been watching me—”“Every. Fucking. Day.” His other hand slid down my side, skimming over my hip. “And every night… imagining what you’d sound like w