All Chapters of Sinful Seduction (Exotica Collection): Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

He was already shirtless when she got to the gym.The heavy clang of weights, the grunts of exertion, the low hum of trap beats — they filled the space, but all Ainsley noticed was him. Kade. Red tank tossed to the side. Skin glistening with sweat. Biceps flexing as he curled a barbell that looked heavier than it should’ve. She’d seen him here every night this week. Like clockwork. Always around ten. Always pushing harder than anyone else. And always with that cocky smirk when he noticed her watching.Tonight, she didn’t look away.He dropped the weights and stretched, catching her eye in the mirror.Their gaze locked.He didn’t smile. Neither did she.But there was heat. Enough to spark a fire.She finished her sets, slower than usual. Let him watch her bend, lift, exhale. Let him see what she wasn’t saying.When she stepped into the locker room, she knew he’d follow.And he did.Ten minutes later, she stepped outside into the cool night air. The building lights glowed around them. E

The party was loud, a mess of bodies and music and too much alcohol, but Ainsley walked in like she owned the place. Leather boots that clicked against the tile, legs bare, lips painted wine red. She didn’t care who was watching. She wasn’t here to make friends. She was here to be seen. But not by them. By him. Kade. She knew he’d be there. Knew before she accepted the invite. And she was already tense because she hadn’t heard from him in four days. Not a word. Not a text. Not a knock at her door. It wasn’t like they had a schedule. That was the whole point. But the silence itched under her skin. She told herself she didn’t care. That he was probably busy. Probably screwing someone else. Probably over it. But the second she saw him across the room, sitting too close to a girl with baby-pink hair and painted nails, smiling like he didn’t have her scratches on his back, Ainsley felt something in her snap.The girl leaned into him, whispering in his ear, laughing at something he said. He

The door slammed open just past midnight. She hadn’t expected him. Hadn’t heard from him in a week. No texts. No knock. Just silence that sat in her chest like a rock. But now he was standing there, in the same black hoodie she used to tug off with her teeth, eyes darker than she remembered, jaw clenched like he hadn’t slept in days.“I told myself I was done,” Kade said before she could speak. “Told myself this was over. That I was finished being your toy.”She blinked at him, heart hammering, but didn’t move.“And I believed it for a few days,” he added, voice low. “Until I saw some guy leave your building last night.”He stepped forward.“I waited,” he said. “In my car. I just sat there like a fucking idiot and watched him come out. He kissed your cheek. You laughed. You looked happy.”She swallowed hard. “So what?”“So I realized I hate the idea of someone else making you smile like that.”She crossed her arms. “It was dinner.”“Bullshit.”“Believe what you want.”He stopped a few

The neon OPEN sign flickered lazily in the front window, but the last customer had left nearly half an hour ago. Lina was wiping down the glass countertop, humming to herself, her mind somewhere between exhaustion and daydreaming. The shop smelled like vanilla and burnt sugar, sweet and sticky, the way it always did after a long day.She heard the front door creak open.“We’re closed,” she called out, not bothering to look up.“That’s not very welcoming.” A low, rough voice. Marco.Lina’s stomach did a tiny flip as she looked up to see him leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, his tattoos peeking out from under the sleeves of his shirt. He wasn’t supposed to be here. Marco was the owner’s younger brother, visiting from out of town, and for the last two weeks, he’d made it a personal mission to make Lina flustered at every opportunity.“I said we’re closed,” she repeated, a little sharper now, though her body betrayed her with a subtle shiver.Marco smirked, stepping inside anyway

The night air was thick and humid, clinging to Lina’s skin as Marco pulled her by the wrist through the backdoor of the shop. She stumbled, breathless, still sore from the freezer session, but Marco didn’t care. Or maybe he did — and that was why he couldn’t stop touching her. His hand kept sliding down her back, toying with the waistband of her shorts as they stepped into the deserted parking lot.The lot was dimly lit, one flickering lamppost casting long shadows. They were alone. Or so it seemed.Marco leaned against his black pickup truck, the devil’s smirk playing on his lips as his eyes scanned her — tank top barely clinging to her, her thighs still sticky with dried ice cream, and her lips swollen from his earlier punishments.“Out here?” she whispered, heart pounding.“Why not?” Marco’s voice was low, casual. Too casual. “I think you need to learn how it feels to be used… out in the open.”Her cheeks burned, but her pulse betrayed her — throbbing between her legs as anticipati