Alle Kapitel von DARK SEDUCTION{Erotica short stories}: Kapitel 71 – Kapitel 80

ISLA’S POV.I exhaled quietly, trying to mask my irritation. The last thing I wanted was to provoke Kelvin, but truth be told, I was far more irritated than he was. His words droned on, a meaningless hum in the background of my growing frustration. My focus was elsewhere, pulled tight like a rubber band ready to snap. I shouldn’t have been here with him. I should have been with Remy. Time was slipping through my fingers, and Kelvin’s presence felt like a chain keeping me anchored to the wrong moment. I reached for my glass of water, hoping to buy myself a distraction, a brief pause from this suffocating situation. The cool glass touched my lips, but as I sipped, my gaze snagged on something familiar, someone familiar. A broad, muscular figure moved behind Kelvin. My breath caught, the glass trembling slightly in my hand. I froze. It was Remy. There was no mistaking it. My heart stuttered in my chest as I watched him from behind Kelvin’s oblivious frame. He didn’t seem to n

ISLA’S POV.By the time we stepped out of the private room, Remy’s hand was firmly on my waist, his grip possessive yet steady, guiding me through the quiet hallway. The restaurant was eerily empty, no waiters, no staff, not even the faintest murmur of other guests.His hand slid lower, brushing over my ass, and he leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. “Watch your step, pretty,” he murmured, his tone low and teasing. A shiver ran down my spine at the feel of his touch. Beneath my dress, I was a mess. My thighs were slick with my arousal, the sticky evidence of what we’d just done rolling down with every step. Each movement sent a jolt through me, making my pussy clench and shudder. God, I could still feel him. The way he’d claimed me, the way he’d left me trembling and undone. My body was weak, my legs barely able to keep up as I stumbled in my heels. Walking felt like a challenge, a punishment, and the reminder of how many times I’d come left my entire body tingling.

ISLA’S POV. And then he moved.Remy began thrusting fast and hard, his hips slamming into mine with a rhythm that left me breathless. Each stroke sent shockwaves through my body, his cock hitting places so deep I didn’t think it was possible. I bit down on my fingers, trying to stifle the sounds spilling out of me, but it was no use. My grunts and cries escaped anyway, the intensity making it impossible to stay silent. Everything around me blurred into nothing, there was only him. My hands reached out, grabbing onto his arm as he pinned my legs in place. I needed something to anchor myself, something to hold onto as he drove me further into madness. “Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh,” I gasped, the words spilling from my lips in time with his relentless thrusts. “Tell me, Isla,” he growled, his voice rough and commanding as he pounded into me harder and faster. “Tell me who this sweet pussy belongs to.” I couldn’t think. My mind was drowning in pleasure, my body trembling uncontroll

REMY’S POV.The auditorium was buzzing with proud families, eager graduates, and the hum of constant applause. But my focus was singular. Isla. She moved across the stage with an effortless grace, her head held high, that signature confidence radiating from her. Her black gown swayed slightly as she walked, and when the dean handed her the diploma, she gave a quick nod of thanks before turning to the crowd. She searched for her people, her gaze scanning the audience, and then her eyes found us. A small, genuine smile broke across her lips, and it felt like the sun rising. I clapped steadily, keeping my pride contained, but inside, I was brimming. Jinhai and Lirong, seated beside me, were far less reserved. Jinhai stood up halfway, clapping loudly. “That’s my sister!” he called out, earning a few amused glances from the crowd. Lirong rolled her eyes but smiled fondly, clapping along. Ava, on Isla’s other side of the cheering section, was impossible to ignore. Her whistle pierce

REMY’S POV.I looked away, swallowing the urge to say her name. Isla. God, it was almost on the tip of my tongue, threatening to spill out. But no, I’d wait. For her. I’d always wait for her. Leaning back, I drained the rest of my glass in one long, burning swallow. “My love life isn’t your business,” I said finally, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. “But marriage suits you. Crazy, huh? I remember you begging.” Jinhai frowned instantly, the effect was immediate and satisfying. That was exactly the reaction I wanted. I’d never admit it, but a smiling, blushing Jinhai disgusted me. He was far more tolerable when he was annoyed. A while later, I watched him drunkenly stumble out of the bar, muttering something while taking his wife’s call. The room fell silent. An hour passed. I sat there, alone, nursing the weight of her absence. Eventually, I stood, the liquor making my limbs feel heavier than usual. Heading toward my bedroom, I let out a long breath, already