All Yours (An Erotica Collection) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Mia’s chest tightened as she stood in Damien’s apartment. “You have been patient,” Damien said, voice low, calm, yet commanding.“But patience only lasts so long.”Her breath hitched. She knew what he meant. The slow burn of desire, the back and forth of rules and teasing—it had been building between them for weeks, and tonight felt inevitable.“I… I don’t know if I should,” Mia whispered, heart hammering.Damien’s expression softened for just a moment, but his eyes remained dark and commanding.“Should or shouldn’t doesn’t matter,” he said.“You have wanted this as much as I have, even if you won’t admit it.”Mia’s knees wobbled. She wanted him. Every nerve in her body screamed for him.Damien stepped closer, letting her feel the warmth of his presence, the dominance that drew her in.“You have crossed every line I thought I’d set,” he murmured.“And now… there is only one thing left to do.”Mia’s heart raced. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest as she nodded slowly. She understoo

Ava arrived at Hunter Enterprises a day after her first encounter, the memory of Hunter’s gaze still lingering like a phantom weight across her shoulders. She had prepared meticulously for this meeting, reviewing every line of the proposal, recalculating projections, rehearsing answers to potential questions. Yet, as she stepped into the lobby, polished and grand as ever, she felt an unshakable tension twist through her chest.He was waiting. Not in the lobby, but just beyond the sliding glass doors of the executive conference room, hands folded casually behind his back, posture relaxed yet utterly commanding. The air seemed to bend around him, a subtle pull that Ava had yet to fully comprehend.“You are early,” he said, voice smooth and unhurried, but carrying a quiet weight that made her instinctively stand straighter. His eyes didn’t just look at her—they measured, evaluated, calculated. Every line of her body, every flicker of hesitation registered.“I… I like to be prepared,” Ava

Ava’s laptop lay open, spreadsheets and reports meticulously aligned, but her attention wasn’t fully on the numbers. A text from her assistant had appeared twenty minutes ago, the words terse, urgent: “Be cautious. There is unusual activity in the network. Could be a leak.”Ava’s pulse quickened. She had expected challenges with contracts and client negotiations, not threats infiltrating her work environment before she even had a full week in the company. She tried to maintain calm, telling herself that she was prepared, trained for pressure—but the unease that pricked her skin was undeniable.Hunter’s presence arrived before he even spoke. One moment she was alone, assessing her own tension, and the next, the door opened, letting in the faint scent of his cologne, the sound of his footsteps filling the room. He didn’t rush; there was no frantic energy, only a deliberate command of space and attention that made her heart race.“Ava,” he said. “We have a situation. I need you focused.

The evening had settled over the city, the skyline glowing with a thousand lights, reflections dancing on the glass walls of Hunter Enterprises. Ava’s heels echoed softly on the marble floors as she walked toward the executive suite, a calm expression hiding the storm of anticipation coiling inside her. Today wasn’t just another meeting. Today was different—he had called her specifically, the urgency in his tone unmistakable.Hunter was already there, leaning against the massive desk, arms crossed, gaze fixed on the city beyond the window. When he noticed her arrival, he didn’t move immediately. “Close the door,” he said. Ava obeyed.Hunter turned, walking slowly toward her. “Ava,” he began, voice low, “the time for subtlety has passed. Today, I will claim you fully.”Her pulse spiked. She had anticipated tests, exercises, teasing tension—but his direct words left her momentarily breathless.“I… I…” she tried to speak, but nothing came out. Her chest felt tight as she became painful

She woke to the soft press of lips against her shoulder and the warm weight of his arm draped possessively across her waist. Sunlight filtered through the half-open blinds, painting golden stripes across the sheets. For a moment she simply floated in that hazy, perfect space between sleep and awareness, her body deliciously sore in all the right places from the night before.“Morning, babygirl,” Daddy murmured against her skin, his voice still rough with sleep. His hand slid lower, fingers tracing lazy circles over her hip. “Did you sleep well?”She stretched like a contented kitten, pressing back against him and feeling the hard line of his morning erection nestled against her bottom. “Yes, Daddy. Best sleep ever.”He chuckled, the sound vibrating through her. “Good. Because today you are going to be my very good girl, aren’t you?”The words sent a shiver straight to her core. After yesterday’s punishment, the promise of rewards made her pulse quicken. “I will be so good,” she whispe