All Chapters of Twisted Temptation : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chapter 2 – The Door You Shouldn’t OpenEthan Carter disappeared for a week after that alley.A whole goddamn week of me replaying his mouth on mine, his hands up my dress, and that look in his eyes like I was both a sin and a dare. I told myself I didn’t care—that I’d move on—but my vibrator was starting to feel like it deserved hazard pay.Friday night rolled around and I wasn’t planning on seeing him again. But the universe—or maybe just my own bad judgment—had other ideas.I was in a rooftop lounge downtown, all glass walls and city lights, wearing a red dress that made men stare and women size me up. My friend Taylor had dragged me here to “meet someone new,” which was laughable because she knew damn well I had a thing for trouble, not accountants with nice smiles.We were halfway through our second round when I saw him.Ethan.Leaning against the bar like he owned the fucking place, in a black button-down with the sleeves rolled up, tattoos peeking out. His eyes caught mine inst

Rain slicked streets always smelled like secrets. The neon sign above Hollow’s Bar buzzed and flickered, throwing pink light over the puddles. Inside, the air was thick with cigarette smoke and whiskey fumes, the kind that clung to your skin even after a hot shower. I wasn’t supposed to be here. Not tonight, not ever. But I’d made a promise to myself a week ago—after my ex left me for a Pilates instructor with fake lashes and zero shame—that I wasn’t going to be the “good girl” anymore. Good girls get cheated on. Good girls get ignored. I was done. So here I was in ripped black jeans, a leather jacket two sizes too small, and lipstick darker than my mood. The bar was crowded but not loud. Conversations were low, almost cautious, like people here knew not to speak too much or too loud. My boots stuck to the floor with every step, and when I reached the counter, the bartender—a red-haired woman with tattoos down both arms—arched an eyebrow at me. “What’s your poison?” “Whisk

Ash didn’t let me go. Even when I shifted, his grip just tightened, his body caging mine like I might vanish if he loosened it. His breath was steady against my ear, but I could feel the restraint in him—like a predator holding back for the perfect moment to strike. “You keep looking at me like you don’t know if you should run or stay,” he murmured. “That’s… because I don’t,” I admitted. “Then I’ll make the choice for you.” His hands slid around my waist, pulling me to face him. His eyes caught mine—dark, hungry, and merciless. “You’re not leaving until I’m done.” I should’ve been scared. I was. But I was also drenched in a craving I couldn’t name, one that made the fear taste like something dangerous and addictive. He kissed me again, deeper this time, and there was nothing patient about it. His tongue pushed into my mouth, claiming space, his teeth catching my bottom lip hard enough to make me gasp. “Open,” he ordered, and I did—without thinking, without fighti

The black town car idled at the curb outside Scarlett’s crumbling apartment building. She told herself not to get in. She told herself to walk back upstairs, rip up the eviction notice, and figure out another way. But the driver opened the back door, and her feet moved before her brain could stop them. The car smelled like leather and money, like a world she didn’t belong to. Her pulse wouldn’t slow the entire ride across Los Angeles, and when the elevator doors slid open inside a glass-walled skyscraper, she realized she was shaking. The penthouse looked like sin. Sleek black marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows showing off the glittering city, and Dominic Kane standing at the bar in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. He didn’t look surprised to see her. Just smug. “Right on time,” he said, sipping his whiskey. His eyes slid over her dress — the only decent one she owned, a faded red number that clung to her hips. “Pretty. But I think I prefer you na

Scarlett told herself she wasn’t going back to his penthouse. Yet there she was, two hours later, standing in the middle of Dominic Kane’s glass-walled lair again. The city glittered outside, but all she could see was the sleek black leather case sitting open on the counter. Inside lay rows of objects she didn’t want to name — vibrators, cuffs, plugs, paddles, straps. Her stomach knotted. “What the fuck is that?” Dominic poured himself a drink, not even looking at her. “That, sweetheart, is what’s going to teach your body who it belongs to.” “I didn’t agree to this—” He cut her off with a dark chuckle. “You agreed to do what I say. And tonight, I say I want to watch you come until you forget your own name.” Scarlett backed up, heart pounding. “I’m not letting you—” Dominic moved like a predator. In seconds, she was pinned against the wall, wrists caught in his hand. His mouth brushed her ear, his tone pure filth. “You’ll let me do anything I want. Because you’re already drip