All Chapters of DEADLY SEDUCTION : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Who the fuck walks into another man’s house like this?” Ryan muttered.Elena’s throat was dry. Her chest tight. The sex from earlier still lingered in her body, thesoreness, the ache—but all of it twisted now with fear, with adrenaline that made hernipples harden and her thighs clench in a way that confused her. Fear and arousal minglinginto one toxic mess.Alex moved toward the door, slow, controlled, his bare back gleaming faintly in theshadows. He didn’t bother with clothes. His muscles were strung tight, his body buzzingwith violence he hadn’t let out yet.Ryan slid off the bed next, knife in hand, and shot Elena a look that said stay quiet, staystill.But she couldn’t. Her body hummed with panic. She pulled the sheet around herself andfollowed them, barefoot on the cold floor.The hallway was darker than the bedroom, narrow, walls pressing in. The house was old;every step sounded louder than it should.Creak.Not theirs. Ahead. Near the living room.Alex froze, his chest

Elena stopped keeping track of the days. She only counted nights.Nights of turning in bed, her body hot and restless. Nights of biting the pillow to smother hersobs. Nights of feeling Alex’s back against hers like a wall she couldn’t climb.One night, she broke.It was past midnight. The clock ticked loud in the silence. Alex lay stiff beside her, his breathingheavy, deep, steady. She knew he wasn’t asleep. He never was. He wanted her to know he wasawake and still refusing her.Her thighs rubbed together under the sheet until the friction drove her insane. Her nipples werehard, her skin flushed. She pressed her hand to her mouth to keep from moaning.Then her fingers slipped lower.She tried to be quiet. Tried to move slow. She spread herself with shaking hands, rubbing herswollen clit until sparks shot up her spine. Her hips rolled without her control, chasing thetouch, chasing the relief she’d been denied for too long.She bit down on her wrist, trembling, the taste of her ow

Elena walked into the Greyson Foundation charity luncheon in a cream silk dress that huggedher waist and made her look like money itself. The cameras loved her. The other wives smiledtoo brightly, whispered too softly, but no one dared say anything about the faint shadows underher eyes.She spoke about education initiatives. She clinked glasses. She let the photographers catch herleaning into Alex, her hand on his arm, her smile impeccable.Not once did she let the world see that her thighs were still sore from the stranger she’d riddeninto oblivion two nights ago.Her mask didn’t crack.Every day, she delivered. At board meetings, she was sharp and decisive. At charity events, shewas glowing. On social media, her curated perfection gleamed brighter than ever.But the nights belonged to something else.The club again. A masked man this time. She never asked who he was — she didn’t want toknow. She pulled him into a corner room and let him bend her over a marble counter, her moa

The cook’s hands trembled as she set the spoon down, but she didn’t pull away. Alex kissed her—slow at first, then harder, hungrier. His hand slid down her back, grabbed her ass through theapron. She gasped against his mouth, but she melted into him.Elena clamped her hand over her mouth, shaking. Every nerve in her body was screaming butshe stayed still, crouched in the shadows, watching her husband kiss someone else like shedidn’t exist.The apron came off. Alex tossed it onto the counter. He lifted her onto it, standing between herknees. His hands were all over her, pulling, grabbing, taking. She made little noises, needy,eager, the kind Elena used to make.Her throat burned. Her eyes filled. But she kept watching. She had to.The girl’s shirt came undone, her bra tugged down. Alex sucked one nipple into his mouth andshe moaned, loud. Elena’s nails dug into the wood railing until her skin split.“Alex…” the girl gasped, tilting her head back.Elena’s stomach lurched.He kiss

Elena woke to the burn between her thighs before she even opened her eyes. Her body was onelong ache, a map of bruises from Alex’s hands, his mouth, his weight pinning her into themattress. The air was heavy with sex, the sheets damp and twisted, the faint smell of himeverywhere.She stirred and felt the soreness immediately—her nipples raw, lips swollen, her stomach tightlike she had been wrung out and left empty. A groan slipped out of her throat, low and broken.When she opened her eyes, Alex was there.He wasn’t asleep. He sat at the edge of the bed, bare skin stretched tight over muscle, hairdamp from a quick shower. He was watching her. Not tenderly. Not like a husband admiring hiswife in the morning light. No, his stare was hard, his jaw clenched, his eyes shadowed withsomething darker—something that made her stomach knot.“You can barely move,” he said, voice flat but heavy.Elena pulled the sheet up over her chest, though he’d already seen all of her, taken all of her.