All Chapters of Sinful Seduction (Exotica Collection): Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The knock at the door was sharp. Precise. Like a threat wrapped in politeness.Eva barely glanced up from her wine glass, assuming it was a neighbor. She wasn’t in the mood for social calls, especially not tonight. But the knock came again—this time harder, as if whoever was outside had no intention of leaving.Annoyed, she padded barefoot across the apartment, yanking the door open.And froze.A man stood there. Tall. Dark. Dangerous.Black dress shirt rolled at the sleeves, hands in his pockets, his eyes—no, not eyes—a stare that stripped her to nothing. His features were sharp, made for violence, but it was his mouth that arrested her: a smirk, small and calculated, as if he’d already won whatever game this was.“Eva.”His voice was low, rumbling. A sound that made her pulse skip.“I’m Damon.” He pulled out a folded paper from his pocket, holding it up lazily. “Your husband. Remember?”Her breath hitched. Husband? What kind of joke—?Her eyes darted to the paper.Marriage certifica

The bedroom was silent except for the ragged pull of Eva’s breath. Her body was a wreck—skin flushed, thighs trembling, wrists raw from the belt Damon had tied. But the night wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.Damon stood at the foot of the bed, shirtless now, his muscles rigid, eyes locked on her like a predator deciding how much further to break its prey.“Get up.”His voice was quiet. Deadly. She obeyed.Her legs barely supported her as she rose to her feet, but Damon was already behind her, his hand gripping the back of her neck, steering her across the apartment like she was weightless.He stopped in front of the full-length mirror in her hallway.“Look.”She tried to avert her gaze, but his hand tightened on her jaw, forcing her reflection to meet her.“See that?” Damon’s lips ghosted her ear. “That’s what you look like when you stop pretending you don’t belong to me.”Her reflection was obscene. Hair disheveled, lips swollen, skin covered in faint bruises and red handprints. Her

The night air was cool against Eva’s fevered skin as Damon dragged her toward the sliding glass doors of her apartment balcony. Her legs were weak, her breath still ragged from the brutal way he’d used her in the armchair, but Damon’s grip on her wrist was unyielding.“Out.”His voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. Every syllable curled around her throat like a leash.The city stretched out before them—endless lights, distant horns, countless windows. Every neighboring apartment building became a threat. Or a promise. Damon slid the balcony door open, the chill biting into her bare skin. She was naked, trembling, but he didn’t pause.“Out. Now.”Eva stepped onto the cold concrete, the railing pressing against her stomach as Damon guided her into place. Her palms flattened against the metal, the city’s heartbeat thundering in her ears. The exposure made her pulse spike. Anyone could see. Someone could be watching already.“You’re going to thank me for this,” Damon murmured, pressin

The rain had been coming down in sheets for hours, drumming against the windows of the hired car as it wound its way up the narrow drive. Elara’s fingers tightened on her bag, the leather strap digging into her palm. She wasn’t sure why she’d said yes to the job — maybe it was the generous payment, maybe the challenge of working with documents no one else could translate, or maybe it was curiosity about the man who had summoned her.Cassian Drehl. A name spoken in whispers in certain business circles. Wealth that couldn’t be traced to one single industry, power that made politicians flinch, and a reputation for ruthlessness. She had never met him, but when his assistant called, her voice smooth and commanding, Elara had felt a strange pull in her chest.The car came to a stop in front of a sprawling mansion built of black stone and glass. No light escaped from the high windows. The air outside smelled of wet earth and cedar. A tall man in a dark suit opened her door without speaking.

The house was quieter than it had been since she’d arrived. No footsteps in the halls, no voices drifting through from somewhere else. Just silence — heavy, watchful, deliberate.Elara sat on the edge of her bed, still wearing the black ribbon around her wrist. She’d thought about taking it off more than once, but every time her fingers reached for the knot, she stopped. Some part of her feared what might happen if Cassian found it missing. Another part feared the strange ache in her chest that said she didn’t want to remove it at all.The door opened without warning.Cassian stepped inside, dressed in a fitted black vest over a crisp shirt, the sleeves rolled just enough to show his forearms. The keys in his hand jingled softly, the only sound in the room.“Come,” he said.She rose, her bare feet making no sound on the carpet as she followed him. They didn’t speak as he led her deeper into the house, past rooms she hadn’t seen before, until they reached a narrow staircase that spiral