Semua Bab Sinful Seduction (Exotica Collection): Bab 251 - Bab 260

The moment she walked in, the room changed.Celeste felt it first. A shift in the air. A heat that didn’t come from fire or lust—but from power. It rippled through the Playground’s main hall like a current. Conversations stopped. Eyes turned. Even Damian paused.She wore black silk that clung to every curve, with a slit up her thigh that promised sin without showing it. Her heels clicked softly across the marble. Her mouth, painted deep crimson, was curved in a smile that wasn’t warm. It was hungry.Celeste didn’t know her name yet.But the way Damian stood straighter, the way his jaw clenched, told her this woman wasn’t new here.She was returning.And she was dangerous.She approached the edge of the stage, where Aurora knelt in presentation—naked, collared, her leash held gently in Celeste’s hand. Her hair was tied back. Her skin still marked from last night’s claiming.She looked perfect.Ready.The woman’s eyes scanned the girl from head to toe, then slid to Celeste.Then Damian.

The jet landed just past midnight.Celeste had slept for maybe an hour, bound and blindfolded in Damian’s private cabin. She was gagged the entire flight, a plug lodged between her thighs, her hands cuffed behind her back. He hadn’t touched her once. Not even a whisper of praise. He had simply stroked her hair occasionally, as if she were a pet in a cage awaiting transport.Now they stood on foreign soil—she didn’t know where. All she knew was that the air smelled of ocean and leather. And that her knees were already sore.Damian tugged her leash as they descended the runway steps.“You’re not here to be bought,” he said without turning. “You’re here to be shared.”Her breath caught.“Shared, Sir?”He stopped. Turned.His eyes pinned her in place.“Tonight, you’ll please whoever I give you to. However they ask. You’ll perform. You’ll obey. You’ll make me proud.”Celeste swallowed the knot in her throat and nodded.“Yes, Sir.”He smirked. “Good girl.”—The underground venue looked not

The hotel suite smelled like money. That sterile, expensive blend of polished wood, cold marble, and perfume that clung to the air like a secret. She wasn’t supposed to be there. She knew it the second the elevator doors closed behind her and the hush of the carpeted hallway swallowed her steps. But that was the point.Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she slipped inside the room she had no right to enter. The door hadn’t even been locked properly. Whoever had booked this suite was careless, and she was drunk enough on adrenaline to take advantage. The night wasn’t supposed to end in another lonely cab ride, another empty bed. She wanted danger. She wanted to be reckless. She wanted a memory that would haunt her long after her lipstick had faded.The suite was dim, the curtains drawn tight against the city lights. She kicked off her shoes and walked barefoot across the rug, her pulse thundering in her ears. She wasn’t afraid. Not yet. Not until she noticed the glass of whi

The poker lounge was a secret carved in velvet and shadow.No signs. No names. Just a guarded steel door at the back of an abandoned bookstore and a bouncer with eyes like he’d watched men beg for their lives. She gave him the name she wasn’t supposed to know, and he let her in with a grunt.Inside, smoke curled in the air like a predator. Jazz played low, all brass and sin. The crowd was a blur of expensive suits, red lips, and cold glares. No one here was playing for fun. Every chip meant something real. Power. Secrets. Leverage.She didn’t belong here. Not in her thrifted black dress, not with the cheap red heels that clicked too loudly on the floor. But she needed the money. And she needed to feel dangerous for once in her life.She spotted the main table. Five men. One woman. All poker faces, ice and steel. But only one of them made her breath stutter.He sat at the center like a king in his court. No suit. Just a black shirt with sleeves rolled up, veins along his forearms, a wa

The collar was still around her neck when the black car arrived.No driver spoke. No questions asked. Just a door that opened for her like it knew her name, and a velvet box on the seat waiting with fresh lingerie inside—barely-there black lace and sheer thigh-highs with no panties.She didn’t need to ask where they were going.The poker lounge.She swore she wouldn’t go back. Swore she’d tear the collar off and forget him.But there she was, stepping into the smoky den, dressed like a gift with trembling thighs and a pulse that wouldn’t slow down. She couldn’t walk without feeling him inside her. Couldn’t think without hearing his voice in her skull.He had marked her.And worse—she wanted more.The lounge was packed tonight. Rich men. Sharp women. Everyone watching, whispering, drinking.And him.He sat at the same table as before, calm as ever. A king waiting for his queen to crawl.She didn’t kneel.She marched straight to the table and met his eyes. Fire licked her spine.He smil