All Chapters of Craving My Mother's Hot Fiancé: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Melissa’s POV Three days had passed since the pool incident.I have been trying to avoid Gavin the same way I have been doing but I have been failing miserably.I’d touched myself that night. And the night after, I closed my mouth with my palm as I fucked myself thinking about him. About the way he’d looked at me with water dripping from his hair, his eyes burning with something I didn’t want to name.I was ashamed to admit it, even to myself.But my body didn’t care about shame. It remembered his touch, and craved it in ways that made me feel dirty and desperate and alive all at once. I fear I was becoming a slut.Tonight, I pushed those thoughts away. Tonight was Aria’s art exhibition, and I needed to be there for her.I stood in front of my mirror, smoothing down the black slip dress I’d chosen. It was simple but elegant…thin straps, silk fabric that skimmed my body and ended mid-thigh. I paired it with strappy heels and left my hair down in loose waves.I grabbed my clutch and he

~Melissa~“I didn’t kidnap you—”“Then what do you call this?”His eyes darkened, jaw tightening. “Who was that man you were running after?” He asked to change the discussion.. He stepped closer until my back hit the wall.“It’s none of your concern.” My voice was cold. “Ever since I saw you shoving your tongue down someone else’s throat, nothing about my life concerns you.”“Everything about you is my concern.”I rolled my eyes, reaching for the door handle behind him. “Move.”His hand shot out, grabbing both my wrists. In one swift motion, he yanked my arms up, pinning them above my head against the wall.“Don’t play with me.” His voice dropped to something dangerous, and unrecognizable. His face was inches from mine. “You are mine, Melissa. Mine.”Fear spiked through my chest. “Let me go.” My voice came out quieter than I wanted. “Troy, let me go.”“Not until you understand.” His grip tightened on my wrists. It hurt. “You don’t get to just walk away from us. From me. I made a mist

~Melissa~The cupboard door swung open.My breath caught in my throat. The fuck?! Inside, neatly arranged on velvet-lined shelves, were things I never expected to see. Leather cuffs with silver buckles. Silk restraints in deep burgundy. A riding crop with an ornate handle. Other items I couldn’t even name, all organized with the same meticulous care as everything else in his office. They were sex toys.Heat flooded through me, pooling low in my belly.My mind conjured images I had no right imagining. Gavin’s hands wrapping those cuffs around wrists. His voice, low and commanding, giving orders that would make someone…that would make me—I pressed my thighs together, feeling myself grow wet.Stop it. Stop thinking about it.But I couldn’t. My body responded to thoughts I shouldn’t be having, creating scenarios that made my skin flush hot and my breathing quicken.I reached out, my fingers hovering over one of the leather cuffs.“Like what you see?”I stifled a scream, spinning around

~Gavin~“Good morning, Mr. Cross.”The security guard at the front entrance nodded as I walked through the glass doors. Two maintenance workers by the elevators straightened immediately.“Morning, Mr. Cross.”“Good morning, sir.”I’d lost count of how many times I’d told them to just call me Gavin. But I suppose that came with the territory…with the respect I’d earned over the years building this from nothing.The New York Titans Arena rose forty stories into the Manhattan skyline. It is my empire. I stepped into the private elevator, pressing the button for the executive level. Through the glass walls, I watched the city wake up below…cars filling the streets, people rushing to work, the organized chaos that was New York at 6 AM.The doors opened to the fifth floor. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the main ice rink, where my team was already running morning drills. The sound of skates carving ice, sticks cracking against pucks,it was music to my ears.This was what I’d built. Wh

~Melissa~The Uber pulled up outside Marcello’s, the Italian restaurant Aria had picked. Warm light spilled through the windows, and I could already smell garlic and wine from the sidewalk.I stepped out of the car, tugging down my black dress. I’d changed three times before settling on this simple, dark, and hopefully giving off “I have my life together” dress. Aria was already at a corner table, her purple hair pulled up in a messy bun. She waved when she saw me, and relief washed through me. “There she is!” Aria stood to hug me. “You look gorgeous but also like you need alcohol immediately.”“That obvious?”“Babe, I can read you like a book.” She flagged down a waiter before I’d even sat down. “Can we get a bottle of the best red wine in the house? Actually, make it two.”The waiter’s eyebrows raised slightly but he nodded. “Right away.”I slumped into my chair. “You’re a lifesaver.”“I know.” Aria leaned forward, studying my face. “Okay, spill. What’s with the gloomy energy? Did