All Chapters of Sinful Seduction (Exotica Collection): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Jaden’s POVI didn’t move.I couldn’t.Lucas’s fingers trailed slowly down my collar, brushing the skin above my chest. I felt it in every part of me. My breath hitched, and he smirked like he knew. Like he could feel the effect he had on me.“You’re still so easy to read,” he whispered, his mouth so close I could feel the heat of his breath. “Some things don’t change.”I swallowed hard. “You shouldn’t be doing this.”“And yet…” His thumb traced the edge of my jaw. “You’re still standing here.”My body burned. I hated him. I wanted him. I hated that I wanted him.But God, I did.I leaned in, just an inch, just enough to test him.He closed the space.His lips crashed onto mine—hot, rough, hungry.I gasped, and he used that moment to deepen the kiss, tongue sliding against mine. I clutched his shirt, pulling him closer, and he groaned into my mouth. It was messy. Raw. Weeks of stress and years of tension poured into that one kiss.His hands slid down my sides, gripping my hips hard.Th

Ivy had never been inside a building so glassy and cold. It rose like a blade into the sky, its steel and shine intimidating in the midmorning sun. The lobby smelled like money and new leather, with walls so white they looked untouched by human hands. She clutched her thrifted handbag tighter, the scuff on her flats suddenly screaming at her as she stepped onto the marble floor. Her reflection on the walls reminded her she was out of place, but she had come too far to back down now.The receptionist had impossibly glossy hair and a voice as flat as polished stone. “Top floor. Office of Mr. and Mrs. Caelum,” she said without looking up. Ivy gave a tight nod and made her way toward the elevator, her palms sweating around the crumpled copy of her resume. Each ping of the elevator made her heart race. She tried to remember the breathing technique her roommate taught her—inhale for four, exhale for seven—but it barely helped. She was about to walk into an interview with two of the most inf

The mornings after were the worst. Ivy would wake up tangled in her sheets, her thighs sticky with memory, her mouth still tasting of wine and sin. She would lie there for long minutes, staring at the cracked ceiling of her tiny apartment, trying to convince herself that she had dreamed it all. That she had not spread her legs wide on her boss’s velvet couch while his wife licked her to pieces under his hungry gaze. That she had not whispered please again with her eyes fluttering shut as Elise’s tongue pushed deeper. That she had not left their penthouse with trembling legs and no panties beneath her dress.But then her phone would buzz, and the spell would break all over again.Private NumberCome up tonight. He wants to watch you crawl.And she would go. Every time. Without resistance.The days blurred into a cycle of temptation and surrender. Ivy’s body became something else entirely. A vessel of need. A tool for their pleasure. And yet she never felt used. No, it was worse. She fe

I didn’t expect the heat to slam into me like that.The moment I stepped off the bus, it wrapped around me—thick, humid, and heavy. The kind of heat that stuck to your skin, made your clothes cling to your back, and stole the air from your lungs. It wasn’t like the dry summers I was used to. No, this was the Deep South kind, stifling and suffocating, as if the sun itself had settled on my shoulders.Dust kicked up with each step as I trudged the short walk toward Uncle Matthew’s farmhouse. The five-minute stroll felt like a marathon with the sun beating down, my bag dragging at my shoulder. When the house finally came into view, a wave of nostalgia hit me—memories of running barefoot through the fields, of hiding in the barn loft, of simpler times.I smiled despite the sweat trickling down my spine.Coming back here had never felt like a mistake. I’d overheard Dad on the phone with Uncle Matthew, talking about being short on help for the farm. I didn’t hesitate. I packed my things and

That night in bed, I couldn’t help myself. Kicking the sheets off my body, I slowly slid my panties down my legs, enjoying the feeling of the soft fabric brushing against my skin, imagining it was Uncle’s thick, calloused fingers touching me instead.I splayed my legs wide, exposing my needy pussy. Skimming my fingers down my stomach to my aching slit, I ran them over my swollen, wet lips, massaging them, teasing myself until I couldn’t wait any longer. I sought out my engorged clit, and circled it over and over again, using my juices as lube.I wished my uncle was her, his tongue swiping back and forth, up and down, and finally pulling my little bud into his mouth, sucking it like his life depended on it.Spasms spread from my cunt outwards, jerking my arms and legs and bowing my back. Copious amounts of thin, slippery fluid coasted my fingers before sliding down my crack and over my asshole.I laid on the wet sheets in total amazement. I just had the best orgasm of my life, and it w