All Chapters of Sinful Seduction (Exotica Collection): Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

The forest was deathly silent.Not the kind of silence that comforted or soothed. No. This was the heavy, crawling kind. The kind that wrapped itself around your throat, promising danger in every breath. Every step she took crackled against the dry leaves, echoing like thunder.Cora didn’t belong here.She knew it the moment she crossed the broken fence at the edge of the old wildlife reserve. The trees were wrong—too tall, too twisted, their branches like skeletal hands clawing at the blood-colored sky. Her camera was slung around her neck, bouncing against her chest as she moved deeper, lured by rumors of a rare pack of wolves that no one could seem to photograph.She should have turned back when the wind changed. When the air grew thick with musk and something ancient.But curiosity was louder than fear.She was halfway down a sloped ravine when the first howl cut through the air.Low. Deep. Close.Cora froze, every hair on her body lifting. Her fingers tightened around the camera,

The moon rose higher.The night was alive with the sound of wolves howling from every direction. Their voices blended into one long, wild song that bled into the trees. Cora stood in the center of the clearing, barefoot, trembling, her wrists bound in leather. The ropes stretched above her, tied to the thick branch of an ancient tree, forcing her arms high over her head. Her back arched. Her legs were spread wide and tied to stakes driven deep into the earth.She could feel the forest breathing with them.Torches burned in a wide circle around her, their orange flames licking the night air. The scent of smoke, sweat, and wild musk soaked the clearing until the air itself felt heavy. Every sound—the crackle of fire, the rustle of leaves, the distant growls—was too loud. Too close.They were surrounding her.One by one, the pack stepped out of the shadows. Men with eyes that glowed silver and gold. Their skin was slick with sweat and moonlight. Their bodies were large, sculpted by somet

The Blood Moon reached its peak.The forest was drowned in red light, turning the camp into a place that didn’t feel real anymore. The air was thick, so heavy it clung to Cora’s skin like heat after a storm. The fire at the center of the camp burned higher than before, flames licking the night sky, feeding on their hunger.She was lying on the stone platform, her wrists draped over its rough edges, her hair tangled, her skin slick with sweat and something darker. Her body still pulsed with the rhythm they had carved into her. She had long lost the sense of where she ended and they began.The pack surrounded her, silent this time. No chanting. No growls. Only the sound of their breathing filled the night. It was a sound she had learned to understand. A sound that told her what they wanted before they touched her.And then, from the shadows, the Alpha stepped forward.His body was painted with streaks of black ash and blood, glowing under the red moon. A heavy iron collar hung from his

The palace slept, but the air in the harem chamber never truly stilled. Rose oil lingered like a promise. Golden lamps burned low, casting shadows on the curved walls. Amira sat alone near the pool, her knees drawn to her chest, the cool marble pressing against her bare feet. The other women had already disappeared into the silk-draped alcoves, their silence heavy with things they would never speak.She had not closed her eyes. She couldn’t. Her heart thudded with a rhythm she couldn’t quiet. She had learned to fear silence since stepping foot in the Sultan’s palace. Silence meant something was coming.The curtain shifted.Two veiled attendants entered, their wrists jingling with silver bracelets. They didn’t look at her as they approached. One carried a shallow bronze bowl filled with warm water. The other carried a folded piece of sheer silk the color of deep crimson. Neither spoke a word as they knelt on either side of her.Amira flinched when they touched her. One dipped a soft cl

The moon was full again. This time it rose blood-red, casting shadows that stretched like fingers across the sand.The palace had gone quiet.But Amira was not asleep.She sat on the edge of her silk-draped cot in the harem chamber, her legs crossed, the golden collar still snug around her throat. Her skin still bore traces of his touch, her mind still heavy with the memory of being watched, bound, and used under a dozen silent gazes.She told herself she hated him.She told herself the heat that pooled between her thighs each time she thought of his hands was shame.But when the attendant entered the chamber and whispered, “The garden,” she rose without hesitation.They walked through the palace under torchlight. The attendants carried no lanterns. They needed none. The path they followed was hidden behind carved walls, beneath silk awnings, past guards who turned their eyes away.At the end of the passage stood an ancient wooden door, half-covered in vines. Two oil lamps flanked it,