Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sinful Seduction (Exotica Collection): Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 9

Pearl’s POV“You should do something reckless. Something that’ll make you blush in the morning,” Lisa said on the phone, her voice all playful provocation. “You’re in Vegas, babe. Surrounded by heat, lights, and men who don’t know your middle name. Your career will still be there tomorrow. Just… live a little.”As soon as the call ended, her words echoed louder than the thump of the music downstairs.She was right.I’ve always played it safe. Always followed the rules, checked the boxes, smiled politely through the dullest parts of life. But tonight? Tonight, I wanted to be someone else—just for a little while. Someone wild. Someone unforgettable.I slipped into a dress I almost didn’t pack—barely-there black satin that clung to my hips and dipped dangerously low in the back. I lined my lips in scarlet, let my curls fall loose, and didn’t bother with a bra.Tonight, I wasn’t Pearl the responsible one. I was Pearl the fantasy.The club was a blur of lights, bodies, and bass. I slid ont

Anna’s POVI never expected to feel this way. When Mom announced she was getting remarried, I nodded and smiled like I was happy for her. But the first time I met Hunter, something in me shifted. I wasn’t prepared for how attractive he was—tall, composed, charming in that quiet, commanding way.Maybe it was because I’d never really had a father figure. Maybe it was because he looked at me like he saw me—not just as Mom’s daughter, but as a woman. Whatever the reason, I found myself drawn to him instantly… and painfully aware of how wrong that was.For months, I tried to rationalize it. I told myself I just craved care, protection. I thought maybe I could redirect the feelings by dating older guys—grad students, men with degrees and jobs and edge. But none of them satisfied me. None of them made me feel what I felt just sitting across the dinner table from Hunter.It was something deeper. Something undeniable.Now that I lived on campus, I only came home every other weekend. That night

Cassy’s POV“I’m not so sure about this,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. My heart pounds against my ribcage as I glance up at the massive black doors in front of us, my fingers twitching with nerves.Lily rolls her eyes and loops her arm through mine, her grin as mischievous as ever. “Cassy, relax. It’s not like we’re about to skydive naked—although that’s next on my list for your twenty-first. This… this is just a club. A gift. And you need to stop being so stiff.”I take a deep breath and try to laugh, but it catches in my throat. A BDSM club. Me. Inside one.I’ve read about them in the darkest corners of my romance novels, imagined what it might feel like to surrender, to give in to something wild and primal—but now I’m standing on the threshold of that fantasy, and I feel like my entire body is about to short-circuit.Still, I follow her in. I signed up for this, didn’t I?A sharply dressed man with a golden tan and piercing eyes steps forward. “Welcome to The Red Room,”

Isla’s POV The clink of champagne glasses, the soft hum of orchestral strings, and the sparkle of a thousand-dollar chandelier should have calmed my nerves. Instead, I stood near the edge of the ballroom, fingers clenched tightly around my flute of bubbly, trying not to show that my world was falling apart. This gala was supposed to be my chance to find salvation. And he was my last hope. Damian Voss. He stood across the room like a shadow dressed in Armani. Dark suit. Darker eyes. A glass of scotch in his hand. Untouchable. Unbothered. The kind of man who made powerful people nervous—and powerless ones like me ache. He’d already said no once. I had pitched my ideas. Presented my portfolio. Begged for a meeting. And he’d declined without even blinking. Yet here I was, invited to his party, wearing the most expensive dress I could rent, praying he saw me. And then—he did. His gaze found me like a brand, hot and sharp. My breath caught. I couldn’t move. Damian Voss did

Isla’s POVI should’ve been exhausted.After what Damian did to me—after what I let him do—my body should’ve been limp with fatigue. My mind should’ve been swimming in confusion. But all I felt was… clarity.My skin still tingled where he’d kissed me.I could still feel the soft burn of the silk ropes.And every time I closed my eyes, I saw him—between my legs, at my throat, in my soul.I had never wanted anything more in my life. And that terrified me.⸻It had been two weeks since the night in The Crimson Chamber.Two weeks of daily sessions—each one more intense than the last.Ice cubes trailed down my spine. A flogger that made me cry out in pain and pleasure. Kneeling for hours with a gag in my mouth while he read business reports like it was the most normal thing in the world.He never left marks. Never crossed boundaries.He pushed me to the edge—and taught me to beg for the fall.But tonight felt… different.Damian had texted me just one word again: Ready?When I entered the l