Semua Bab TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS : Bab 31 - Bab 40

The streetlights peeking through the slats were the only source of light in the poorly lighted room. I slumped back against the headboard, sweat sticking to my skin and my pulse pounding in my ears. Jake was squatting between my thighs, staring up at me with sticky lips and dark, hungry eyes. His hands gripped my hips and drew me in closer as he growled, "You've been tempting me all night." “And right now it's time you allow me to get what I want.”Anticipation and yearning gathered between my legs as I shuddered. My voice faltered with need as I tried to sound dominant but failed. "Then… ride me," I murmured. "Don't hold back, make it harder." I could see the flame in his eyes as a sly smile swept across his face. "Oh, you'll get it, harder than you have ever experienced. He dragged me down over him before I could prepare myself, kissing me fiercely and ravenously. As his hands moved over my thighs and breasts, guiding me and regulating the rhythm, my hands entangled th

Except for the subtle smell of incense and the gentle hum of classical music, the yoga studio was deserted. After a particularly strenuous session, I was stretching my limbs and folding up my mat when I saw him resting nonchalantly against the glass wall with his arms crossed and his gaze dark and blank. "Not finished yet?" His voice was soft, low, and almost playful as he enquired. A chill went through my body. I tried to seem nonchalant as I answered, "Just wrapping up," but my heart was pounding. Even when my head tried to remain calm, there was something about him, his firmness in his arms, the way his jaw curved, the way he looked that made my body react.The quiet sound of his footsteps on the wooden surface reverberated through the quiet space as he pushed from the wall and moved closer. "You have stiffness in all the right places," he whispered, letting his fingers slide over mine as he removed my mat from my grasp. I gasped. "Oh, really?" My chest began to bur

My heart skipped a beat as I heard the car door close behind me. It was not intended for me to be here by myself or with him. However, the entire house was silent, my dad was away on business, and the one person in the garage with me at the moment was Marcus, his driver. Marcus was more than just my dad's chauffeur; he was... unique. Sharp features, broad shoulders, and gaze that always appeared to linger a second too long characterised this tall, muscular figure. My heart accelerated each time he flashed that half-smile that caused my stomach ache. And now that I was by myself with Marcus, my entire body responded without thinking. Relaxing against the car with his hands in his jacket pocket and his eyes dark and evaluating, he said nonchalantly, "You're home early.”I tried to seem nonchalant as I muttered, "I… yeah," but my voice quivered in spite of myself. "All I wanted to do was take something out of the car." His grin widened as he tilted his head. "You by yourself?"

Every sound in the house, even the buzz of the refrigerator and the creak of the floors, was louder than usual because of the quiet. My hunger for anything or someone kept me from falling asleep. I became aware of the light beneath the kitchen doorway at that moment, the dim radiance leaking into the hallway. Intrigued, I crept closer, taking a quick look inside. They were lounging on the counter, rifling through the refrigerator as if they were the owners. However, the way the faint light fell on their skin, bringing out each line and curve, made it hard to concentrate on the food. My heart raced. “Not able to sleep either”? I tried to sound nonchalant when I enquired, but it was clear that I was tense in my chest. Their lips curled into a cautious, sly smile as they gazed up. They moved closer and said, "Something like that." "Cravings in the middle of the night can be dangerous." The word "dangerous" made me shudder, and I felt a rush of excitement. "Dangerous?" With my h

I've always believed that I understand what temptation looks like. I imagined it to have a bad-boy smile, sharp cheekbones and most likely a motorbike. Girls of my generation fell for that kind of thing. I was surprised to discover temptation while drinking coffee at a polished kitchen counter, wearing a pressed collared shirt, and just so happened to be my best friend's father. The invitation had been sufficiently informal. As we stretched out on the floor of her dorm room during finals week, Melanie had twirled her black locks around her finger and murmured, "Come live with me for the summer." "Your small flat will drive you crazy. Dad doesn't mind, anyway. The house is enormous. You'll have your own bedroom, shower and even a swimming pool.I didn't require much persuasion. My lease was about to expire, my flatmate was moving out, and the idea of returning home to my mother's incessant pestering caused my skin to crawl. Melanie's home sounded like heaven, or rather, a