All Chapters of Naked Pages (Erotica Collection): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ELEVATOR SEXCHAPTER 1The elevator doors were just starting to close when Nia slipped in, chest rising with every breath. Her heels clicked against the marble as she caught herself with one hand on the mirrored wall."Fuck," she muttered under her breath, brushing sweat off her collarbone. She was late. And of course, the office tower’s elevators were slow as hell.Two men were already inside. Both in sharp suits. One checked his watch. The other didn’t look at her, but she could feel his eyes drag over her legs. Her pencil skirt was shorter than it should’ve been, and the silk blouse clung to her like second skin.She pressed the button for the top floor.The elevator hummed. Started up.One floor later, the doors opened again.A crowd surged in.Five, six more men. All suits. Tall. Some with their jackets off, sleeves rolled up. One had a coffee. Another adjusted his tie while glancing at her chest.She was suddenly squashed between bodies—heat, cologne, fabric, breath.And then sh

CHAPTER 3“I do,” she moaned. “I love it—fuck—I love all of you—”“Yeah?” the fifth man said, stepping behind her again, rubbing the head of his cock along her slick folds. “Then open up, baby. You’re gonna take us all again.”The third dropped in front of her, grabbed her face, and pulled her into a kiss. “You suck my tongue like you sucked my cock?”“Mmhmm—” she nodded eagerly, lips already parting.He shoved his tongue in and she moaned, swallowing it deep, filthy and hungry, while the man lined himself up behind her.Then he shoved in.Deep.Hard.She arched, gasped into the kiss, body trembling from the stretch, from how soaked she already was. He didn’t wait. Just started thrusting. Slapping into her.“She’s fucking sucking the life outta my mouth,” the third said, panting. “Look at her. Goddamn.”“Her ass is next,” the fifth man said, already stroking himself back to hardness. “Tight little thing like her? She’s gonna scream.”She broke the kiss, panting. “Do it.”He pushed in.

CHAPTER 1: THE AUCTIONLUCA"Four million dollars for a man who’d kill you if you gave him the chance?" Matteo leans against the railing beside me, whiskey in hand, eyes flicking to the stage below. "You’ve lost it.""I haven’t bid yet," I say, but my gaze doesn’t leave him—Lot Number 17.He’s on his knees under the golden light, wrists bound in front of him, a black mask covering half his face. His shirt is ripped, his chest rising and falling like he’s been running for hours. Even from here, I can see the bruises on his wrists, the way the rope bites into his skin. He’s breathing like he’s choking on pride.And God help me, he’s beautiful in a way that’s meant to be dangerous.The auctioneer is talking, voice smooth like oil. “Lot Number Seventeen. Age twenty-six. Fit. Highly trained. Special skills include—”"I know his skills," I cut in quietly, leaning toward Matteo. "They involve slipping past my security and leaking my shipment routes to Damian."Matteo raises a brow. "Then wh

CHAPTER 3MALACHINever in my life did I think I’d end up here—on my knees, wrists chained, mouth still tasting him. My cheeks are sticky, my lips swollen, my chest rising too fast.And for some depraved reason… I’m enjoying it.The thought alone should make me want to spit, to shove him away, to reclaim whatever dignity I had left. But my knees stay planted on the carpet, my head tilted back to meet his eyes. His dark, slow smile tells me he knows exactly what’s going through my head.“You liked it,” Luca says, voice dripping with certainty.“I didn’t.” My voice is rough.“You did.” His thumb strokes the corner of my mouth, catching spit and… the rest. “Your eyes told me before you did.”I want to look away, but his hand moves to my jaw, tilting my face up. “Open.”I hate how easily my lips part. Hate the way my tongue automatically flicks against his thumb. His smirk deepens.“Good boy.”That praise burns hotter than it should.Then—he leans down and kisses me.His mouth crushes aga

CHAPTER 5MALACHIThe heat in my gut snaps. My whole body locks up, then shudders as release rips through me—so hard, so fast, it leaves me dizzy. I spray, my release painting between us, dripping down my stomach.“Good boy,” he says again, slowing just enough to kiss me deep, tongues tangling, spit and breath and the taste of desperation between us.When he finally stills inside me, I’m trembling, my chest heaving. He kisses me one last time, slow and claiming.I’m still shaking, breathless, my thighs trembling from the aftershocks. My wrists ache from the cuffs. Luca is still inside me, thick and hot, his hands resting on my hips like he owns me.And maybe he does.But the need doesn’t fade. It’s worse now. It’s gnawing, clawing up my spine until my body’s moving before my brain can catch up.He watches me through hooded eyes. “You look—”I cut him off by rolling my hips. Slow at first. Then harder.“—possessed,” he finishes, his voice low with surprise.I don’t answer. I don’t need