DARK SEDUCTION{Erotica short stories} のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

ISLA'S POV.His smirk was infuriatingly smug, his eyes gleaming with triumph, and his words. God, his words wrapped around me like a noose. "That’s what I thought," he said, his voice low and taunting, each word slicing through my fragile defences. "Maybe you were too drunk to feel how great it was. Now, I’ll help you." Before I could even process his meaning, before I could take a step back or throw out some sharp rebuttal, his hands cupped my face again, and his lips crashed into mine. It was hard and demanding, stealing my breath and sending a pulse of electricity through my entire body. My fingers clawed at his chest in protest, but the heat of him, the sheer force of his kiss, made my knees weak and my hands falter. "St-," I tried to whisper against his lips, but the word barely formed before his tongue slid past my lips, tasting me. Despite that, I loved the way he controlled every situation, every moment, every inch of me. My body betrayed me. It always did when it c

REMY'S POV."Ms Maynard is here," the housekeeper, informed me as she passed by, her voice calm as usual. I didn’t react immediately, but when I turned my head toward the entrance, my gaze froze. She walked in. Isla. The loose golden dress she wore caught the light just enough to make her glow. It clung to her in all the right places but flowed freely where it didn’t, giving her a soft, effortless elegance. My eyes burned into every inch of exposed skin the fabric left uncovered, her smooth, toned thighs, the gentle curve of her arms, the delicate line of her collarbone that dipped into her cleavage. The faintest hint of her breast peeked out, teasing me, tormenting me with the memory of how she had felt beneath my hands. She hadn’t noticed me yet. Her focus was on Lirong, who had stepped forward to hug her with the usual warmth Isla seemed to inspire in everyone but me. "What are you doing? Checking Jinhai’s sister out?" Elwin’s voice cut through my thoughts like a bucket

REMY’S POV.“You love him,” I repeated, my voice dripping with disdain, “yet you come on my fingers.” The scent of her arousal still clung to the air, a sweet, taunting perfume. My gaze dropped to her mouth, that perfect, rosebud mouth that had haunted me for years. “This naughty mouth of yours needs to be taught a lesson.”She smiled. God, it was slow, a venomous little curve that was poison to my heart. A smile for me. Not the polite, socialite mask she wore for everyone else. This was real, and it was a challenge.“What can you do about it?” she breathed, her voice husky.The mockery in her tone was a spark to the gasoline of my obsession. My eyes darted between her defiant gaze and those beautiful, smiling lips. Mine. The word was a drumbeat in my skull.I moved fast, my hand tangling in the silk of her dark hair, tugging until her head tilted back, exposing the pale, delicate column of her throat. My other hand wrapped around her neck, my thumb pressing against the frantic pul

ISLA’S POV.It had been days since we arrived in London. Days since I felt his release dripping from the corner of my lips, the memory seared into my skin, into my thoughts. I’d touched myself to that moment more times than I could count, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough. Remy was nowhere to be found. His absence gnawed at me, leaving a hollow ache I couldn’t fill. Betty told me he had busy schedules, endless meetings, and yet… I didn’t care. None of the toys I owned worked. None of them could replicate the way he made me feel like I was consumed and devoured. My focus was shot. I couldn’t read, couldn’t study, couldn’t do anything.I was unravelling. If he wasn’t going to come to me, then I’d make him. I had to. Because, deep down, I knew I’d lost Kevin the moment I fell to my knees for Remy. The need coursing through me was unbearable, cold and relentless, like icy fire licking at my insides. I wanted to spread my legs and be filled, desperately and completely whethe

ISLA’S POV.My forehead pressed against the cool tile, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps that fogged the surface in front of me. The warm spray of the shower rolled over my trembling body, but none of it compared to the heat of him, his mouth, his tongue, his hands. “Oh fuck!” I cried out, my voice echoing in the small, steamy space as his tongue dragged a slow path from my ass to my cunt, teasing me, tormenting me. My hands slammed against the wall, fingers splayed wide as I tried to steady myself, but it was useless. My knees were weak, my body shuddering with every flick of his tongue. This wasn’t gentle. This wasn’t sweet. This was possession.“Remy,” I moaned, the sound breaking on his name, a plea, a prayer, a curse. I didn’t know anymore. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as I tried to squirm away from the overwhelming sensations. But there was nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide. He had me pinned, completely at his mercy. He murmured against my skin,