Lahat ng Kabanata ng TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Genre:Erotica / Public Play / BDSM / Exhibitionism Tropes:Secret Underground Sex ClubPublic sexual displayMultiple Female Characters First-person POVAnonymous Dom Fast-paced, no strings, unforgettable climaxTone:Raw / Explicit / Dark / Dominant / Quick buildupChapter One: When I entered The Orchid Room, an underground sex club so exclusive that it didn't advertise, didn't take applications, and most definitely didn't appear on any map, I had no idea what to expect. A gentle crimson light filled the room. The sound of skin slapping against skin, groans that melted into the air like perfume, and wet, obscene suppressing that echoed in the darkness drowned out the classical music that poured from hidden speakers. Women, their thighs apart and their lips bitten red, knelt in a line, naked, glistening, trembling. They had velvet cushions on their knees. They waited their turn, one by one. I was one of them now.I was told to leave my robe behind and kneel at the very end of

Tone: Fast-paced / Playful yet provocative / Steamy and daring / Light-hearted with erotic tension / Flirtatious Genre: Erotica / Steamy Romance / Erotic New Adult Romance / Contemporary Romance / College Romance / Lust-Driven Romance / Forbidden Romance / Quick Heat / Group Dares & Sexual Exploration / Short Reads/ Steamy Fiction / urban Tropes: College Dares & Games / One-Night Stand / Friends-to-lovers / Enemies with Benefits / Sexual Awakening / Instant Lust / opposite attracts --- CHAPTER THREE A game of Truth or Dare was the beginning of it all. The lights were dim. A Bluetooth speaker in the corner pulsed music. In the basement of the dorm house, bodies were spread out on mismatched couches and beanbags. Half-empty bottles, crimson solo cups, and the unpleasant odour of marijuana permeated the air. This isn't where I should be. The invite list didn't even include me. However, Lila, my flatmate, pulled me in as if it were a rite of passage. "Just one nigh

I had trouble falling asleep. I was haunted by the deep, haughty voice of Jace Kingston, which was brimming with a promise I knew he would honour. "My turn to dare you is coming…" He meant it, too. I continued playing the scenario over and over that night. The party. His fingers. The way he made me gasp for air and gave me a rush of adrenaline. The frightening part was that he had taken over my body as if it were his own. I desired more.***I made an effort to keep my head down on campus the following morning. Act like I was normal. Act as though I hadn't given Jace a blowjob in front of folks at the frat party. Act as though I hadn't cum on his fingers like a brazen girl in need of attention. However, the devil found me. "Freshman." His speech slipped like sin-wrapped satin over my ears. He was there when I turned. Jace Kingston. With that arrogant smile, he leaned against the railing as if he owned the entire school. As if I were his property.He stated, "

Genre:Erotic Romance / Contemporary / Mature (18+) / Short ReadTropes:One Night Stand / Hired Companion / Escort Fantasy / Threesome (MFM) / Strangers to Instant Chemistry / High-Stakes Seduction / Powerful Men & Submissive Woman / Luxury & LustTone:Seductive / Tension-Filled / Erotically Charged / Intimate / Fast-Paced / Mature & ExplicitChapter OneMara's black stilettos tapped the gleaming marble floor of the luxury hotel as she stood outside the penthouse door. Her dress was scandalously short, revealing just enough but not enough to tempt, and her red lips were daring. It was not a discussion night. She wasn't here for drinks or a date. She got a job. But by two men, not one. As she gazed at the silver numbers on the dark oak door, she let out a deep exhale and brushed a curl of hair behind her ear: Room 12, Penthouse. No names. No faces. A six-figure deposit, a room number, and the only directive, "Wear a red dress," were all included in the private message. And to kno

Chapter One It all started with tequila. It wasn't one of those adorable little "shots with lime" scenarios either; we were already six shots in at Mia's apartment party, with music blaring through the walls and an odor that combined cheap perfume, sweat, and alcohol. I couldn't help but notice how good Ryan looked tonight as he leaned against the kitchen counter and laughed at something one of our mutual friends said. His hair was somewhat messy, his jaw was shadowed by that faint stubble that always made me wonder how it would feel on my skin, and he wore a black T-shirt clinging to his shoulders.We were the type of buddies who eat pizza in sweatpants and send memes at two in the morning without giving a damn about each other's appearance. We had been friends since our freshman year. However, I had recently begun to see how he occasionally gazed at me. Or perhaps I had begun to notice. He caught my eye and exclaimed abruptly, "You're staring." I grabbed my drink and scoffe