Lahat ng Kabanata ng Seduction Unleashed (Erotica Collection): Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Caleb I shouldn’t have come back. I knew that. But there I was—Tuesday, 3:59 PM—standing outside his door like an addict who couldn’t quit. And the worst part? I wasn’t even pretending anymore. I wanted this. Wanted him. Wanted the fire he lit in my chest, the way his voice stripped me bare, the control he never gave up. I knocked once. “Come in.” The second I stepped in, the door clicked locked behind me. He didn’t even look up from his desk. “Strip,” he said. I froze for a second. Then shut the door. No games today. No clever remarks or stalling. I peeled off my clothes with the kind of hunger that came from craving approval—his approval. I didn’t even realize how far gone I was until I stood there naked again and didn’t feel nervous. Just ready. He finally looked up. His gaze moved over me slowly, like he was memorizing every inch. “Couch,” he said. I moved, laid back like before. But this time, there was a difference. I wanted to be owned. Leighton He didn’t ev

POV: Naomi I’ve been told I’m a walking prayer point. The type mothers use to threaten their daughters. “Why can’t you be more like Pastor Isaiah’s child? See how Naomi dresses. See how she speaks. That’s a good girl.” And I am. At least on the surface. I lead the youth worship. I teach Sunday school. I know every verse in Proverbs like my spine. I dress in skirts that reach my ankles and blouses that cover my collarbones. I smile like a virgin, even when I’m soaking through my panties. Because what they don’t know is: I touch myself to voice notes. Not just any voice notes. His. Jayden. The boy who used to play drums for our church before Daddy kicked him out. The boy who got caught fingering a choir girl in the sound booth. The boy with the tongue piercing. The one who sends me voice

The elevator doors glided open with a sterile ding, and Jasmine Cole stepped into the twenty-sixth floor of Harrington & Black. The office was nothing like she expected. Quiet, polished, intimidating. Sleek black glass, sharp lines, cold lighting. It looked less like a PR firm and more like the inside of a law firm in a thriller movie. She adjusted her blazer, just slightly. No one had greeted her yet. Her heels clicked too loudly on the marble floors as she walked in. “Ms. Cole?” a voice said crisply behind her. Jasmine turned and found a woman in a fitted beige skirt suit, tablet in hand, and a tight bun that looked like it hadn’t moved since 2015. “Yes?” “Follow me. Mr. Reed is expecting you.” Jasmine’s stomach dropped at the sound of his name. Not becau

Jasmine didn’t knock. She walked straight into his office at 8:41 p.m., just as he’d asked. The building was quiet. The floor nearly dark. Just his office lit up behind glass, glowing like a warning. Dominic didn’t say a word when she entered. He just stood slowly from his desk and locked the door behind her. She felt her chest tighten. Not with fear. With want. He stalked toward her—tie loose, sleeves rolled, no jacket. A storm waiting for an excuse. “I could still stop this,” he said softly. “Last chance.” Her chin lifted. “You won’t.” Something flickered behind his eyes. Something dangerous. He closed the space between them in two long strides and grabbed her face, crashing his mouth into hers like he’d been dying every minute since she left. Their teeth clashed. Tongues tangle

The invitation had no sender, no logo—just black text on textured white paper.“Report to 47 Falston Drive. Midnight. Non-disclosure implied.”Sienna had stared at the letter for days before she made up her mind. She was broke, freshly graduated, and her landlord was one more missed rent away from tossing her into the street. So she packed nothing but a change of clothes and wore her boldest lipstick. If she was going to ruin her life, she’d do it beautifully.The building didn’t look like an office. It looked like a cathedral built for sin. Smooth black glass stretched toward the stars, windows tinted so dark she couldn’t see inside. No receptionist, no guards. Just a silver scanner, which blinked once as she stepped forward.The door hissed open.She entered without a word.Cool air kissed her skin as she stepped into the elevator. There were no buttons. It began to rise on its own. Soft jazz played overhead, though something about the tempo made her feel watched. Seduced.The eleva