Lahat ng Kabanata ng DARK SEDUCTION{STEAMY SHORT STORIES}: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

ANASTASIA’S POV A month and one week without seeing Isaac, and dealing with my parents breathing down my neck. It was exhausting. Every interaction felt like walking through molasses, thick and suffocating. Moving back home hadn’t helped, the walls seemed smaller, the air heavier and every glance from them was a reminder of my rebellion, my choices and my anger. The only reprieve came during the brief phone calls with Isaac. Those were moments where the chaos faded, and it was just us, untangled from the judgment. Now, I had finally told Kenny. I hadn’t expected much, but I definitely hadn’t expected the calm, knowing tone that followed. “Of course, I knew. So, you’ve finally decided to tell me?” she said, her voice carrying that teasing, knowing lilt that made my stomach twist in confusion. I blinked, trying to process the words. “You knew?!” My voice came out higher than I expected like sharp with disbelief. “Yup," she replied casually, as if it were the most obvious thing in

MIA’S POV.The university called it a Winter Literary Retreat. It was supposed to be five days in the mountains of Banff, Canada, to connect with nature, explore creative expression, and experience literature beyond the classroom. I’d only come because Ms Violet said attendance counted toward our final project. Otherwise, I’d have been at home, warm, sane, and far away from this mess.I shouldn’t have come on this stupid trip. Now, I was tucked in a snowstorm nobody knew when it would end. Bullshit.Thick curtains of white blanketed everything outside the lodge. The pine trees, the road, even the cars that had been parked out front this morning. The wind howled like a living thing, slamming against the windows so hard the glass rattled. Snow piled in swirling heaps, blurring the horizon into an endless sheet of grey. It wasn’t just bad, it was dangerous.Flights were grounded. Highways closed. Even the hotel staff said the snowploughs couldn’t get through till the weather cleared, a

MIA’S POVDid I make a fool of myself? Totally. Because I got thrown out and warned.Mr Hale has always been that professor whom no one dared to challenge. The kind of man whose presence was filled with authority. And yet, there I was, trying the most foolish thing ever. I didn’t even know how I’d face him again without dying of embarrassment.“I don’t care,” I said, though my voice trembled. “How much does it cost?” The way he looked at me sent a chill crawling up my spine. His gaze swept over my face like he was dissecting every thought I had, measuring. And then he smiled, not the kind that promised safety. “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that, Ms Tyler,” he said calmly, each word dipped in authority and disappointment. “Now, go to your room before I report you.”I could only nod, swallowing the knot in my throat before slipping out of his suite.By the time I got back to my room, my legs were jelly. I threw myself onto the bed and buried my face into the pillow. The scream tore ou

MIA’S POV.The knock on Mr Hale’s room door reverberated like a thunderclap in the stillness of the hallway. My breath hitched, but I didn’t falter. I smoothed the silk of my dress one last time, its cool fabric brushing against my skin. It felt like a sharp contrast to the fire already curling in my veins. Before I could even lift my hand to the handle, the door swung open. And there he stood. Black shirt stretched taut over his torso. While in sweatpants that somehow seemed anything but casual and that signature dishevelled hair strands falling into his eyes in a way that felt maddeningly intentional. The scent of cedar and smoke curled around me, intoxicating and heavy, making my pulse pound in my ears.“You're early,” he murmured, a slow smirk tugging at his lips as he stepped aside. His gaze burned, so intense, assessing, pulling me into his orbit before I’d even crossed the threshold.I slipped inside and the soft click of the door sealed the two of us from the outside worl

MIA’S POV. Nine inches was a number I’d heard, a fantasy, but seeing it, knowing it was for me. It made my pussy clench around nothing, a fresh wave of slickness betraying my fear.My body tensed in anticipation, my pulse hammering in my ears. I wanted him. No, I needed him. My lungs burned. My wrists ached against the rough silk of the ties. The vibration had subsided to a memory but the need it left behind was a living, thrashing thing inside me.I was spread open, utterly exposed for him. “See something you like, Mia?” His voice was a low growl, a vibration that went straight to my core.I could only nod, my throat too tight for words. The academic, the nerd man was gone. In his place was pure, primal alpha. He placed a knee on the bed between my splayed legs, the mattress dipping under his weight. The sight of his muscular thigh, dusted with light hair, so close to my pussy made me whimper.He didn’t enter me. Not yet. He leaned forward, bracing his hands on the mattress on e