All Chapters of Naked Pages (Erotica Collection): Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

CHAPTER 3ELIASShe gripped me tight. My whole body jerked.“Sweet Path,” I gasped.“No,” she whispered darkly, stroking me slow, cruel. “Not Path. Me. Say my name.”“I… I don’t know your name.”Her smile widened. “Then call me Mistress.”My lips shook. “M-Mistress.”Her hand squeezed harder. My vision blurred.“That’s it. Again.”“Mistress.”She kissed my forehead like it was a mock blessing, hand working me faster now.Her thumb rubbed over my tip and I broke—my body convulsing as hot release spilled into her hand, thick, endless, splattering against her wrist.“Ah Path—”“No,” she said again, biting my neck. “Say my name when you fall.”“Mistress!”I collapsed against her legs, shaking, gasping, my seed still leaking, staining the floor.She licked her hand slowly, eyes glittering. “Mmm. Sweet little apprentice.”I buried my face against her thigh, shame burning hot, but my cock twitched again, already hardening.She laughed softly, stroking my hair. “And you’ll give me more.”Her

CHAPTER ONEThe elevator doors slid open with a sharp chime. I smoothed my skirt, exhaling slowly before stepping onto the executive floor.First day. New job. New boss.And apparently, the most impossible man on the planet.I knocked once on the glass door before pushing it open.“Miss Carter,” his voice cut sharp through the room, low and commanding, “you’re late.”I froze. “It’s eight fifty-five. I was told nine—”“Do you want to argue with me on your first day?” He didn’t even look up from his laptop, just flicked his hand dismissively.Heat rushed to my cheeks. “No, sir.”Finally, he lifted his eyes.god help me.Steel-gray eyes. Sharp jaw. Perfectly tailored suit hugging broad shoulders. He looked like sin in Armani, and the smirk curving his lips said he knew it.“Good,” he murmured. “Then you’ll learn quickly.”I swallowed hard. “Where should I—”“Sit.” He pointed to the chair across from him. “And keep quiet while I finish this email.”I clenched my fists under the desk. Arro

CHAPTER THREEThe hotel lobby gleamed with marble and gold, a shrine to wealth. Everyone here wore tailored suits and practiced smiles. Everyone except me, heart hammering as I trailed behind Damon Stone.He didn’t look back. He didn’t need to. His presence filled every inch of space, pulling eyes, commanding silence.I hated that mine followed too.“This is insane,” I muttered, clutching the folder of presentation notes he’d insisted I carry. “You didn’t even tell me I’d be part of this.”“You are part of this,” he said smoothly, scanning the keycard at his suite door. “You’re mine. That makes you part of everything.”Heat flushed up my throat. “That’s not what I meant—”The door clicked open. He stepped aside, hand brushing the small of my back as I passed. The suite was sprawling, all muted gray and gold, with a king-size bed that seemed to mock me from across the room.I spun, keeping my distance. “I’m here for work, Damon. Don’t twist this.”He shut the door with a soft thud. His

CHAPTER TWO I told myself I wouldn’t see him again.That what happened at the reunion bathroom was a mistake, a moment of weakness, something I’d bury and never repeat.But fate has a sick sense of humor.Because on Monday morning, when I walked into my new job—the promotion I’d killed myself for—guess who was sitting behind the CEO’s desk?Ethan.My high school bully.My one-night disaster.The bastard smirked like he’d been waiting for this. “Well, well. Look who’s working under me now.”My stomach twisted. “You’re the CEO?”“Mm-hmm.” He leaned back, spreading his thighs, suit straining against muscle. “And you’re my new project manager. Looks like you really will be working under me.”“You’ve got to be kidding me.”“Do I look like I’m joking?” His gaze dragged over me, slow, deliberate. “That dress says you want me to bend you over the desk already.”Heat flared in my cheeks. “I came here to work, not—”“Lie again,” he cut me off, his voice sharp. “Say you didn’t think about me al

CHAPTER FOUR I told myself I’d keep my distance.That I wouldn’t let Ethan touch me again.Especially not today—the biggest client meeting of the quarter.But then he sat across the boardroom table, eyes locked on me like a predator waiting for the perfect moment.And I knew I was already doomed.“Miss Hart, your presentation?” the client asked, polite, expectant.I swallowed, clicking the screen. “Y-yes, of course.”My voice wavered the second I felt it—his foot sliding between mine under the table.I stiffened. “Ethan,” I hissed under my breath.His lips curved in that smug, devastating smirk. He pressed harder, his shoe grazing up my calf.I tried to focus on the slides. On the numbers. On anything but him.“And as you can see, this—ahhh—this model projects—” My words stuttered when his hand slid beneath the table, gripping my thigh.I grabbed my notes in a death grip. “Don’t.”“Keep talking,” he whispered low, so only I could hear. “Pretend you’re not soaking right now.”“I’m not