All Chapters of Craving Mr Redd: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

KYLACrazy doesn't define what was happening. Kyla’s heart was pounding like crazy as she stepped into the room with Taylan. Part of her screamed this was a bad idea, and a little part assured her it was fine. That she needed this to fix herself. Chelsea had given her an assuring look, mouthing that she would be fine and she would be close. At least she knew Taylan wouldn't hurt her, considering Michael looked to be in a high position in this club.But as the door shut behind him, Kyla's breath seized.The lounge room was large. The walls were painted grey, and a floor-to-ceiling window was buried behind the thick dark curtains. A large bed sat in the middle of the sleek space.“Are you alright?” Taylan asked as he approached the nearby drawer.“Yeah,” Kyla's voice was small. Her hands clutched her purse tight until her knuckles turned white. “Do you live here?”“No. It’s a lounge I rented for tonight,” he replied. “You don’t like it here?”Kyla shook her head. “Oh no, it’s fine.”H

Wait. What?!”She wanted to look up; he held her face, positioning it to the dark wall before her. "Eyes on the wall. Under no circumstances should you look away."A beep followed, and the wall in front of her lifted slowly, a mechanical groan filling the silence. Kyla’s chest tightened as the hidden room revealed itself.Red light. Dark walls. A woman at the center was bound, kneeling in front of a man that circled her like a predator. His hand brushed her cheek before gripping her chin, tilting her face up to him.Kyla’s stomach dropped. She should look away. She couldn’t. The scene held a kind of pull that made memerized her.The man said something she couldn't hear. The woman lowered her gaze. Not an ounce of resistance, just… pure surrender. The woman shivered when he touched her. It wasn’t fear. It was wanted.Kyla’s mouth went dry. “What—what are they doing?” she whispered.Carlos's voice sounded behind her ear, resonate and deep. “When it comes to flavor, everyone has their

"Good thing you held back. That could have been worse," Micheal said. Carlos sighed; one of his hands ran through his hair as he stared at the ceiling of his grey office. Good thing he hadn't given in to the ache that struck him earlier. First was Kyla. She was like a devil-sent woman on a mission to break his promises of keeping his hands to himself. Everything she does, every move and word she makes, has him itching to ruin her. It had been like that since that night he had let her hug him. He shouldn't have made her stay that close. He shouldn't have watched her sleep like that on his chest, while her sweet floral scent filled his nose.It was hard to turn a man like him on. He's good at restraining his sexual urge; his submissive or slave would have to be professional...But she...That reckless little Wildling hit his nerves effortlessly.And tonight he almost crossed the line. Almost kissed and ruined her in that room. The way her body responded to her touch, the way her brea

Kyla blinked several times, hoping to God all of this was an illusion. How could Taylan of all people be her boss?So, his father’s company, which he talked about taking over, was here?This was so messed up.Freaking messed up.Taylan, clad in a well-tailored professional suit, had a sweet smile on his face as he stood in front of them. Their eyes met, and Kyla’s throat went dry. It was like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on her head.Someone nudged her from the side; only then did she realize she was still sitting.“Oh,” the chair creaked behind her as she rose to her feet, awkwardly. “I’m sorry," she whispered.Her fingers clutched onto the hem of her dress, her heart pounding in her ears.Taylan began to address the crowd, introducing himself. Taylan Grason is a twenty-seven-year-old acting CEO of the company. It was pretty hard to tell it was the same man she had met at the club. The same man—she had told many things about herself, including her condition. She had strong

Kyla blinked, face almost red. She'd caught a fleeting sight of his V line and abs, and now they won't stop playing in her head. "I... I didn't know you... were home," she stuttered. "Of course I am." He stood, grabbing his black shirt and putting it on. "Come out; we need to talk." "What. No. I just got into the pool. You can't leave for almost a week and expect to throw commands to be obeyed." He sighed and turned. "Where have you been?" she asked. "Working," he replied like she had just asked about the weather. "I don't live here; I've got my own places. Here is yours to stay." So that explains why he was hardly home. "Does that mean I can do whatever I want here?" He stared at her for a breath longer. "That depends." He paused enough for her to take his words in. "Now tell me. How is the job I asked you not to take but you did anyway?" She knew he was going to talk about this! This was the reason he had came. Hadn't he accepted since he bought a dress for her