All Chapters of Sinful Seduction (Exotica Collection): Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

The hallway smelled faintly of paint and rain. She pulled her jacket tighter around herself as she climbed the last flight of stairs, the sound of the storm outside echoing against the building’s walls. She hadn’t been here since the breakup.The key still worked. Her ex never changed the locks. She slipped it into the door and turned slowly.The apartment looked the same, maybe a little messier. A couple of takeout boxes were stacked on the counter. A half-empty bottle of beer sat on the table. But the silence was what hit her the most. She’d always hated how quiet it could get in here.She stepped inside, closing the door behind her. She just wanted to grab the last box of her things and leave.“Didn’t think I’d ever see you here again.”The voice came from the living room.She froze, her hand still on the doorknob. He stood near the couch, wearing nothing but sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His hair was damp, probably from a shower, and his gaze was steady, too steady, like h

Rain slammed against the glass windows of the high-rise like a warning, a steady rhythm that matched the restless pulse in her chest. Calla hated being here. The marble floors gleamed too bright, the suits around her reeked of old money and power, and at the head of the long negotiation table sat the one man she swore she’d never fall under. Damon Voss. Her father’s most dangerous rival.He leaned back in his chair as if the entire world belonged to him, his black suit tailored like sin, a half-smirk on his lips. His eyes were a shade too dark, almost predatory, as if he could strip the room with a single glance. Every movement he made was slow and deliberate. A lion that didn’t need to roar to remind the world of its place.“This merger will happen whether your board likes it or not,” Damon said, his voice smooth like aged whiskey. “The only question is if they’ll kneel willingly or not.”Calla stiffened in her chair. “We don’t kneel.”His smirk widened, sharp and slow. “Everyone doe

The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and Calla stepped out into the gleaming glass hallway of Voss Industries. She hated how the sound of her heels echoed here. Every inch of this building carried his scent, his voice, his power. She pulled her blazer tighter around herself, but nothing could cover the heat crawling over her skin when she thought of what had happened on his desk.She told herself this was war. Not whatever dangerous, twisted thing was blooming in the spaces between their arguments. But her body remembered the way his hands had felt too well.She walked into the glass conference room, and there he was again. Damon. Leaning against the table with one hand tucked in his pocket, the other holding a cup of coffee like a man with all the time in the world. His hair was slightly damp, his tie loose, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar. He looked like sin that didn’t need permission.“Morning, partner,” he said, slow and smooth.She set her files on the table withou

The city stretched beneath the glass tower, golden lights shimmering through the night like scattered embers. Calla stood on the balcony of the hotel suite, clutching the railing as cool wind tangled through her hair. Her body still ached with the memory of his hands, the way he moved inside her, the way he whispered her name like he owned it.She’d sworn that night would be the last. She’d said the same thing after the first time. And the second. But Damon had a way of pulling her past every promise she made to herself. Now the war between their companies felt like a fragile disguise.Her phone buzzed against the small table behind her. She didn’t have to look to know who it was.Damon: Board meeting. Eight a.m. My floor. Don’t be late.No explanation. No question. Just a command.She stared at the message until the screen dimmed. She could walk away. She could call her father, tell him everything, expose Damon, destroy him the way he was supposed to be destroyed. But when she closed

The morning sunlight spilled through the curtains like it didn’t know what had happened in the dark. Birds sang somewhere outside. The smell of coffee drifted from the kitchen. Everything looked normal. Safe. Innocent.But nothing felt innocent anymore.I stood in front of the guest bathroom mirror, hands gripping the edges of the sink, staring at the faint red marks along the inside of my thighs. My breathing was shallow. My heart wouldn’t slow down.It hadn’t been a dream.His hands. His voice. The way he whispered against my neck like I already belonged to him. It was real. And worse, part of me didn’t want to pretend it hadn’t happened.I heard Maya’s laughter from downstairs. Her bright, warm laugh that had always felt like home. Now it made something in me twist. She trusted me. She loved him. And last night, her husband had touched me until I came undone against the kitchen counter.I splashed water on my face and forced myself to walk downstairs. Maya was sitting at the dining