Lahat ng Kabanata ng Seduction Unleashed (Erotica Collection): Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Sunlight slanted through the curtains, soft and golden, spilling across the tangle of sheets and limbs. Her eyes opened slowly, the ache between her thighs a pulsing reminder of everything they’d done.He was still there.Lucas.Not Jayden.He lay beside her on his back, one arm beneath his head, the other resting lightly across her hip, like he didn’t want to let her go even in sleep.But now, with the glow of the night stripped away, she couldn’t ignore what she’d seen.The name on the transaction receipt. The name that didn’t match.She slid out of bed as quietly as she could, reaching for her phone and tapping until she found it again—the email confirmation. The app. The profile. The lies.When she turned, he was awake. Watching.“How long were you going to pretend?” she asked, voice cold.He didn’t flinch. “Not long.”She crossed her arms, naked and furious. “You’re not a damn escort, are you?”“No.”“Then what the hell is this?”He sat up, the covers falling to his waist. “I cre

The door clicked shut behind him. She was still bent over the padded bench, arms trembling, legs spread, her thighs slick from the punishment that hadn’t even started yet. “Don’t move,” he said, voice low and cutting through the dark like a blade. She stayed frozen. His footsteps were slow, calculated. She couldn’t see him, but she heard the sound of him opening drawers. Metal shifting. Something heavy being placed on the table beside her. Leather. Buckles. She could feel the weight of his gaze even when he wasn’t touching her. He stood behind her again. “Raise your head.” She lifted it, breath shaking. He tightened the cuffs around her wrists, locking them to the bench this time. “You’re mine now. Every inch of you. Your pain. Your pleasure. Your submission.” He bent lower, mouth at her ear. “And tonight, I’m going to remin

The gym was nearly empty, just the sharp echo of sneakers against concrete and the soft hum of showers running in the back. Liam stepped inside, hoodie slung over one shoulder, earbuds still in. The weight room lights had dimmed, and judging by the musky air, the football team had just finished practice.Perfect.He didn’t expect much from a Thursday night lift session—just some quiet, maybe some eye candy. But when he turned the corner into the locker room, he walked straight into six feet of damp muscle and nervous tension.Drew Carter.Quarterback. Campus god. Thick arms, golden skin, wet curls clinging to his forehead. Liam had seen him around campus, always in packs, always loud. Never alone. Never quiet.But right now, Drew stood frozen, towel slung low on his hips, a water bottle in one hand, and eyes wide like Liam had caught him with something much worse than bare skin.“Didn’t think anyone was still here,” Drew muttered.Liam gave a polite smile and didn’t stop walking, head

Drew didn’t text him the next day.Or the day after that.But Liam wasn’t surprised. He knew the look Drew had worn after everything—the flushed face, the trembling hands, the blank eyes as he wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve. It was the same look guys wore when they touched the fire and realized how good burning felt.And then they got scared.But scared or not, the damage was done. Drew had tasted him. Let him in. Fallen to his knees and stopped pretending for five fucking minutes.And Liam wasn’t about to let that go to waste.---Wednesday night. 11:42 PM.A knock on the door.Liam rolled out of bed in nothing but boxers and a tee. He knew before he even checked the peephole who it would be.When he opened the door, Drew was standing there in gym shorts and a thin white tank. No hoodie this time. No pretense. Just his raw, flushed face and eyes that flicked up to meet Liam’s like he couldn’t hold it in anymore.“I can’t sleep,” Drew mumbled.Liam stepped aside. “That so

Her POVIt started with a knock on the bathroom door."Occupied," I called, already annoyed. The door had barely been shut for a full minute.A low voice responded, smooth and smug. "You take long showers? I need to get in."That voice.I paused with my loofah mid-swipe. Water streamed down my shoulders, but my thoughts were suddenly dry and scattered. Caleb. My brand-new stepbrother. My mom married his dad last month in a whirlwind wedding, and just like that, I found myself shoved into a shared house for summer break.And him? He didn’t look like a step-anything. He looked like trouble."You can wait," I snapped back, trying to sound unaffected. Like I hadn’t noticed the way his shirt clung to his abs yesterday. Or how his dark hair was always messily perfect. Or how his jaw flexed every time he smirked.I finished my shower quickly, half from irritation, half because the image of him on the other side of the door was doing strange things to my pulse. When I stepped out, steam billo