Todos os capítulos de Seduction Unleashed (Erotica Collection): Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

The bass hit me first. It slammed through the walls before I even stepped inside, vibrating in my ribs like a second heartbeat. The club wasn’t one of those glossy, velvet-rope places dripping with pretension. No—this was darker, dirtier. Lights strobed red and blue in dizzying flashes, bodies packed shoulder to shoulder, sweat and smoke blending into something feral. The kind of place where names didn’t matter, where inhibitions were checked at the door and forgotten on the floor.Exactly the kind of place I shouldn’t have been in.And yet, here I was—heels clicking against the sticky floor, dress short enough to catch eyes, lips painted in the shade of sin. I told myself I came here to dance, to drink, to lose myself in the chaos for a few hours. But I knew better. The truth was I came looking for danger. For something—or someone—that would make me forget everything else.That’s when I felt it.The weight of a stare.I hadn’t even made it halfway to the bar when it landed on me, hea

Her POV The bass throbbed so deep it rattled in my chest, pulsing through the sticky floor and the crowd pressed together like bodies in heat. Strobe lights shattered the dark, slicing across faces I didn’t care to memorize. I wasn’t here for small talk. I wasn’t here for friends. I was here to forget. And forgetting meant drinking until my lips went numb and dancing until my body belonged to someone else’s rhythm. My friends had already scattered—hooked up, drunk, lost. I was half a shot away from disappearing myself, when I felt eyes on me. Heavy. A stare that didn’t flicker away when caught. I didn’t even need to look to know it was him. I turned, and there he was. Leaning against the bar like the entire club was a set piece and he was the lead. Black shirt, sleeves rolled high on lean forearms, collar open just enough to tease. Sharp jaw, a curl of hair that dipped carelessly toward his brow. And that look—predatory, dark, unbothered by the noise around him. He wasn’t dancin

The walls of my house had never felt so small. By the third day, Caleb’s presence was everywhere. His suitcase sat in the hallway like a claim, his cologne lingered in the air long after he passed by, and his laugh—low, careless—echoed through rooms where I used to feel safe. Every space I tried to escape to, he filled. And the worst part? He knew it. The first night, I barely slept. I heard him moving around in the room across the hall, footsteps soft, the squeak of the mattress when he dropped onto it. Every sound tangled with memories I was desperate to erase. I pressed a pillow over my head, but that only made me remember the weight of his hand, his mouth, the way he’d whispered in the dark. My body betrayed me, restless, aching, shameful. The second morning, I found him in the kitchen, shirtless, like he owned the place already. Coffee mug in hand, lean muscle shifting under his skin, hair damp from a shower. My mom wa

The house was too quiet that night, the kind of silence that pressed against your skin, making you aware of every breath, every sound you weren’t supposed to hear. I’d tried everything—pacing my room, showering twice, burying myself under the sheets with my headphones blasting music—but nothing drowned out the memory of his hands. His mouth. The way my body had betrayed me the moment he’d touched me. The air was thick, like it still carried his scent. My body was restless, feverish. I hated how easily I could still feel him against me, how my thighs ached from clenching against the memory. It wasn’t just lust—it was something more dangerous. Something forbidden. I told myself I wouldn’t move. I’d stay put, sleep, pretend none of it had ever happened. But the walls of this house weren’t walls tonight. They were cages. And every second I stayed in my bed, I heard the echo of him whispering against my skin. By midnight, I was on my feet. Barefoot, my pulse thrumming as I crept into th

The red circle blinked in the corner of the laptop screen, announcing to the world that Zoe and Maya were officially live.Maya froze, hands clenched in her lap. “Oh my God. Oh my actual God. There are people here already.”On the right-hand side of the screen, the chat window exploded with usernames and comments:“Holy shit, two for one?!”“Are they roommates?”“Damn, red lace girl looks ready to ruin lives.”“Slip girl’s blushing so hard. Cute.”Zoe leaned closer to the camera, smirking like a cat who had gotten into the cream. “Hi boys. And girls. And whoever else is out there.” She blew a kiss to the screen, then tugged Maya’s arm to pull her closer. “Don’t be shy. Say hi.”Maya swallowed, lips parting nervously. “Uh… hi.”The comments went wild. “She’s adorable.” “So innocent—corrupt her!” “YESSSSS.”Maya buried her face in her hands. “They’re insane.”“They’re paying,” Zoe corrected, tugging her hands down. “So let’s give them something.”Before Maya could argue, Zoe leaned in a