All Chapters of Seduction Unleashed (Erotica Collection): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The first time I saw her again, she was stepping out of the car in heels too high for gravel.Elena Salvador—the star of every goddamn fantasy I’d ever had.Her sundress clung to her thighs like it missed her hips. Her sunglasses hid half her face, but not the pout of her lips or the sway in her walk. That hadn’t changed. That would never change.I leaned on the porch rail, drinking her in like the first glass of something forbidden.“My sister-in-law,” I muttered to myself, smirking. “Married to my brother for nine years.”And every day of those nine years, I’ve wanted to fuck her.She didn’t see me at first. Her eyes were on the lake, the trees, the house she hadn’t visited in years. The summer home we grew up in. The one filled with memories—some warm, most buried.Then her eyes landed on me.She hesitated. Just for a second. A flicker of something in her chest.Recognition? Surprise? Heat?Then: “Stefan?”God, that voice.“Hey, Lena.” My voice came out smoother than I felt. “Didn’

She didn’t even look at me the next morning.I walked into the kitchen and found her at the stove, robe tied tight around her waist, hair pinned back, voice calm like nothing happened.“Coffee?” she asked, casual. Cold.I stared at her.She didn’t meet my eyes. Just poured a mug and slid it across the counter like I was some house guest.Last night I was inside her.Last night she came with my hand over her mouth.Last night she whispered my name while her husband slept ten feet away.And now?Now she was pretending it didn’t fucking happen?“Elena.”She didn’t flinch. “What?”“You’re really doing this?”“I don’t know what you mean.” She sipped her coffee, eyes fixed out the window. “We were drunk. It was a mistake.”Bullshit.I walked around the counter, closing the space between us. “You weren’t drunk.”She set her mug down. “We’re not talking about this.”“You’re right,” I said, grabbing her wrist. “We’re not talking.”She gasped as I pulled her down the hallway. She struggled, but

Part OneThe first time she came, he thought it was a test.Friday evening, ten minutes before the last Mass, when the sun had already started bleeding out of the stained-glass windows and the old cathedral sat still with silence. She walked in like she wasn’t sure if she belonged there, head down, heels clicking lightly on the stone floor. Her body swayed under a long coat that kissed her calves. She didn’t genuflect. She didn’t cross herself. She didn’t even look at the altar.Father Luca watched from the back of the pews, his fingers still looped around his rosary. He hadn’t seen her before. And he knew his parishioners. Too well, if he was being honest.She sat in the pew for a few moments, then stood again. Confession hours were over. She didn’t care. She went straight to the booth.He hesitated. The air was thick. Still. Heavy in the way that warned of storms. He should have walked away. Should’ve told her the booth was closed. Should’ve remembered what temptation wore when it s

Everyone at the party knew it was a bad idea. That’s probably why it happened.The music was pulsing, the air thick with sweat, alcohol, and bad decisions. Somewhere between the third shot of tequila and the fourth round of “Truth or Dare,” someone said his name."Ezra."Even the sound of it made my blood boil.He was lounging against the couch like a king, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, beer in hand, eyes narrowed. Those eyes were sharp, wicked—like he knew he lived rent-free in my most annoyed, unfortunately also aroused, thoughts.I hated him.I hated his stupid perfect jawline, his obnoxiously broad shoulders, and the way he always had something to say about everything I did in class. Ezra Cross was the kind of guy who never let you forget he was smarter, hotter, and way too aware of it.So when the circle turned to me and someone—probably Mia, that traitor—grinned and said, “I dare you to sit on Ezra’s lap for ten minutes,” I knew two things:One, I was not going to bac

The soft hum of summer air danced through the open balcony doors, brushing against Lena's bare legs as she sat curled on the plush leather couch. Her best friend, Kayla, had left hours ago, leaving Lena alone in the Sterling home. She should have left too. She knew that. But Mr. Sterling was still upstairs, and something about that knowledge rooted her right where she sat.She shouldn't be here.She shouldn't be thinking the things she was thinking.But she was.She crossed and uncrossed her legs, the friction of her thighs making her pulse throb. He wasn’t just any man. He was older. Wiser. Controlled in a way that made her feel exposed. And lately, the way he looked at her... it wasn’t fatherly. No, not anymore. There was a quiet tension in his eyes. A pull. And she felt it too.She heard the soft creak of stairs and straightened, breath held."Still here?" The voice was deep, rough with age and authority. Mr. Sterling wal