Semua Bab Sinful Seduction (Exotica Collection): Bab 111 - Bab 120

The knock came just after nine.Three sharp raps — not a question, but a statement.Leighton sat on the edge of her bed, still in the robe she’d pulled on after her shower. The steam from the bathroom had barely faded, her hair damp against her neck.She opened the door to find Rhett standing there, black shirt, sleeves rolled, every inch of him deliberate.“Come with me,” he said.She hesitated. “What for?”“Family matters.” The way he said it left no doubt it wasn’t about bills or holiday plans.The hallway felt longer tonight, shadows stretching under the soft recessed lights. Rhett didn’t speak until they reached a door she hadn’t been through before. He opened it and stood aside.The room was darker than the others in the house, lit by a single low lamp in the corner. A massive desk dominated one wall, but the rest was open space. Adrian was leaning against the desk, sleeves pushed up, hair slightly mussed. Kai sat in a leather chair near the window, one ankle hooked over his kne

Leighton had every intention of following their rules.At least for the first week.She told herself it wasn’t because she was afraid — just that it was easier. Keep her head down, do what they asked, and maybe the strange electricity between her and the brothers would fade into the background.It lasted exactly two days.It began in the library. She’d found it empty that afternoon, the double doors standing open, the scent of old paper and polished wood filling the air. The room stretched upward for two full stories, a wall of glass looking out over the gardens.She’d been scanning the shelves for something to read when she heard footsteps in the hall.“Leighton.”Rhett’s voice. She froze for a second, then stepped out from between the shelves. He was in the doorway, phone in one hand, expression unreadable.“Come with me.”She hesitated. “I’m in the middle of—”His eyes sharpened instantly. “What was rule one?”Her stomach dropped. “Do what you tell me, immediately.”“Correct. And y

Mara Ellison had worked enough high-profile events to know the kind of men who owned rooms like this.They didn’t just walk into a ballroom — they possessed it. Every conversation, every subtle shift in lighting, every pause in music seemed to bend around them.And tonight, the man who owned this ballroom owned the entire hotel it was housed in. Dorian Vexler.Mara had heard the name before she’d even taken this job. A hotel magnate whose properties were scattered across continents, always wrapped in an air of understated luxury and ruthless efficiency. He was never photographed with the same woman twice, never quoted saying anything that wasn’t deliberate, and never seemed to appear anywhere he hadn’t chosen to be.The grand opening of his latest hotel was her responsibility to run flawlessly — which meant she couldn’t afford to get distracted.Yet she felt him watching her long before she saw him.It started as a prickle at the back of her neck while she was double-checking that the

The ribbon sat on Mara’s nightstand for three days, a silent temptation.She did not text him. She did not call. She did not see him.And then, on the fourth night, her phone buzzed with a single message.Suite 2701. Midnight. Wear the ribbon.There was no greeting. No question. Just that.At 11:58, she was standing in front of his door, the red silk tied neatly around her wrist. She knocked once.The door opened almost immediately. Dorian looked exactly as he had the first night she met him. Crisp shirt, dark trousers, that same unshakable presence. His gaze flicked to the ribbon, then back to her eyes.“Come in,” he said.She stepped inside. The lights were low again, the windows framing the glittering city. But something was different tonight. The air felt heavier, charged.On the coffee table sat a coil of soft, natural-colored rope.Her breath caught.Dorian closed the door behind her and moved past her without touching. He picked up the rope and let it run through his fingers. “

The storm started as a distant rumble while they were still at the dinner table. By the time dessert plates were cleared, rain was battering the tall windows hard enough to blur the gardens into dark shapes. Wind rattled the glass, and somewhere deep in the house, a door groaned against its hinges. Clara stood in the foyer with Richard, listening to him speak into his phone in a clipped, irritated tone. His driver had just informed him that there was an emergency meeting at the corporate offices in the city. It was late, the storm was only worsening, but Richard seemed set on going. “You should stay here tonight,” he said to her as he shrugged into his coat. “The weather is too rough for you to drive, and the guest wing has more than enough space. I’ll be back tomorrow morning.” She nodded, pretending not to notice the three shadows in the doorway to the library. Julian, Elias, and Noah were each leaning differently — Julian straight-backed, Elias with one shoulder pressed lazi