All Chapters of Seduction Unleashed (Erotica Collection): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The moment I stepped into the apartment, I knew I was in trouble. Five toothbrushes lined up in the bathroom. Five pairs of shoes by the front door—none of them mine. And five sets of eyes turned toward me from the living room like I’d wandered into a den of wolves. “Is this a joke?” I muttered, dragging my suitcase inside. “You’re the new roommate?” one of them asked—tall, inked arms, a jawline that could slice glass. “Apparently.” There was a beat of silence. Then the one with the cocky smirk and messy curls—Luca—grinned like I’d just become his favorite toy. “Lucky us.” I should’ve turned around and walked out. But I didn’t. I unpacked. Claimed the smallest room. Told myself I could survive this. That I could resist the temptation. By nightfall, I’d walked in on a shirtless Rafe doing pushups in the hallway, Noel smiling shyly as he folded laundry, and Zane yell

PART ONE: THE PROPOSITIONI’ve always been drawn to quiet men. Not the kind who brood for attention or wear their silence like armor. No—I mean the ones who observe more than they speak. The ones who choose their words the way a sommelier chooses wine.He was one of them.At first glance, he didn’t stand out. Clean lines. Sharp jaw. Buttoned shirt too stiff for his skin. But it was his eyes—soft, unsure, always darting—that betrayed something else. Something aching to be molded.I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips.I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me.“I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?”I folded my arms, tilted m

Part Three: The Shift Her POVI told myself it was just an experiment.A controlled lesson in power, obedience, restraint. But control is a dangerous illusion, and tonight, I feel it slipping through my fingers like silk soaked in sweat.He’s already here when I step into the room—bare, kneeling, quiet.He always obeys now.Not because he’s weak.Because he’s starving.He doesn’t look up. He never does until I let him.But tonight, I want to see those eyes.“Look at me.”He lifts his chin slowly, and the moment our gazes lock, the heat between us hums like a live wire. His lips are parted, chest rising and falling like he’s already mid-fuck.I step closer.“You’ve learned well,” I say.His voice is rough, low. “I’ve learned to crave you.”That earns him a smile—and something else. My hunger tonight isn’t for obedience. Not quite. It’s for intimacy. For skin-o

Nora Sinclair slipped out of her sleek black dress in the powder room and stared at her reflection. The sequined fabric clung to her curves, the plunging neckline daring—and entirely intentional. She exhaled, smoothing a stray lock of hair. Tonight was her ex’s engagement party, and she was determined not to look heartbroken. She’d be a vision: confident, unattainable, unbroken.She stepped back into the main room atop the rooftop of the Sterling Estate hotel, glass of champagne in hand. Crystal chandeliers glowed overhead; guests in designer gowns and tuxedos mingled beneath strung lanterns. The city lights stretched out behind them, a glittering witness. She spotted Adrian Sterling laughing with his fiancée, Vivienne Laurent—Vivienne’s white diamond ring catching every floodlight.Nora’s jaw tightened. She raised her glass in a casual toast toward them, then turned away. Enough of this.A voice drifted behind her. “Nora Sinclair.”She inhaled sharply. He materialized at her side: ta

The event ended in due time with Adrian dazed and Vivienne embarrassed. Her ‘man’ did anything but look at her the entire night. Nora left the event and Jayden followed suit as her escort. The event centre was however far from her place of residence so she had to stick around someone who knew the city better than her. That's where Jayden came in. They were to pass the night at a hotel. Perfect.The hotel suite was carved out of silence and moonlight. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the city like a painting—New York glittering in twilight arrogance. He’d booked the penthouse. Of course he had. Everything about him screamed curated luxury, even when he wasn’t trying.She stood by the wet bar, running her fingers along the marble, unsure if the chill on her skin was from the stone or the way his eyes hadn't left her since they walked in.“So,” she said, casually, “just one night?”He nodded once, sharp and clean. “One night. No strings. No regrets.”Her eyes lingered on him. That tailo