All Chapters of DARK SEDUCTION{Erotica short stories}: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ANASTASIA’S POVFinally, the Christmas party had arrived. The house glowed with fairy lights and smelled faintly of cinnamon, baked ham, and banana cakes. Things were falling into place, or at least they seemed to be on the outside. Isaac was moving into his apartment soon, and me? Well, once the holidays are done, I’d be back at work with long hours, endless screens, but this time, life would be different. I’d be temporarily staying at his place. Just the thought of it made my chest thrum with restless excitement, like a secret I desperately wanted to scream into the cold December air. I couldn’t stop smiling. My nerves buzzed with anticipation to the point where my palms felt warm despite the winter chill that seeped in through the old window frames. “Ana! Get the door!” Mom’s voice cut through my haze, sharp from the kitchen. I blinked, startled, then hurried to the entryway. When I pulled it open, a rush of cold wind hit me, and there she was. Mrs Robins from down the stre

ISAAC’S POVAfter scrubbing the vomit from Snow’s skin and easing her under the warm stream of the shower. I went in to shower. The water beat down on me, rolling over my sore muscles, but it wasn’t enough to wash away the ache clawing through my chest. Or lower.I wanted to wash the thoughts clawing at my mind, but every time I closed my eyes, she was there burned into my memory. Her skin glowing under the dim bathroom light, the softness of her breast against my arm, the sweetness of her skin, her curvy hips and soft ass, her damp hair clinging to her skin. She was everywhere pounding through me like punishment.My cock stirred, swelling until it ached and pulsing. I cursed under my breath, tilting my head back against the tiles, steam curling around me like a taunt. The water wasn’t easing me. It was only making it worse. Fuck. She was in my bed. Naked, except for the pyjama bottoms I’d given her, the shirt I’d buttoned myself over her trembling chest. The thought seared me, her

ISAAC’S POV.I couldn’t tell what time it was or how long the minutes had dragged on, but I lay there, restless, unable to sleep. My body refused to go calm and every nerve was alive with awareness.Beneath the sheets, I could feel Ana. So close. The warmth of her body radiated into mine, seeping under my skin and making my thoughts spiral. The quiet rhythm of her breathing should’ve lulled me, but instead it kept me awake, reminding me with every exhale that she was here, in my bed. Hell, I wanted to fuck her so bad.I swallowed hard, my chest tightening as I shifted. Without meaning to, my hand moved, slipping across the sheets until it found her. I pulled her closer, unable to resist the need to feel her against me, to let her heat press into my restless body.I pulled her closer until the curve of her ass pressed firmly against my cock. The contact jolted through me like fire, my breath fanning hot against her neck as I struggled to keep control.My hand slid over the smooth plane

ANASTASIA’S POVMy back hit the sheets hard, the air catching in my throat as Isaac spread my legs wide, one of my legs hooked over his shoulder.His face hovered above mine with his breath ragged and eyes wild with hunger. “So gorgeous, sweetheart. That sweet pussy…” His cock slid against my clit, slow at first, then harder, tapping it like he owned me. “You like it?” His voice was gravelly and sharp with lust. “You like being fucked like a slut, huh?”The sting of his palm met my pussy, and I jolted, a cry escaping me. He smirked and spanked me again before switching back to rubbing and slapping his cock against my pussy. Each sharp contact made my body twitch and quake, the sound obscene yet so addictive.“Come for me, sweetheart. I wanna see you come.” His voice cracked with the weight of his own need. He leaned closer, whispering hot and filthy just for me, “Spread your legs, mami.”Oh god. The way he said it. The raw command in his tone, the way his cock kept smacking into my c

ISAAC’S POVAfter the mess we made, the bed looked like a battlefield, sheets tangled, soaked, and ruined. I stripped them away, spreading a fresh set, laying out a new duvet. Anastasia had taken a quick shower, her body still trembling, before crawling back into bed and falling asleep almost instantly.This time, I didn’t touch her. My body had had enough. My mind too. Her voice wouldn’t stop replaying, every word carving into me like scripture meant only for me.“I love you, Isaac. I know it shouldn’t… I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help it. I’m sorry.”Sorry. God, I hated that she apologised. As if loving me was something to regret. As if she hadn’t just spoken the one thing I’d been dying to say but couldn’t.But even thinking about it felt like tempting fate. That was the part that burned.Why was she apologising for the one thing that kept me alive? Why was love from her lips wrapped in guilt?I loved her too. God, more than I could admit. More than I could dare to say aloud.