Semua Bab Temptation's Playground : Bab 41 - Bab 50

CHAPTER 2The private jet hums beneath us like a sleeping beast. I’m curled in the cream leather seat, legs tucked under me, staring out at the black sky streaked with city lights far below. The gala is in three hours another glittering cage of flashbulbs, fake smiles, and sponsors who want pieces of me. I should be rehearsing my speech, scrolling through my phone for last-minute outfit approvals. Instead my mind is stuck on the man sitting three rows back.Ronan.He’s in the rear cabin, door cracked open just enough that I can see the outline of his head bent over a tablet, scrolling through security feeds, jaw set like he’s chewing on steel. He hasn’t spoken to me since last night’s room check. Just a curt “All clear” before he stepped back into the hallway. Professional. Distant. Untouchable.It’s driving me insane.I shift in my seat. The silk dress I’m wearing for the gala rehearsal clings too tight deep emerald, slit high on one thigh, neckline plunging just enough to be elegant

CHAPTER 4The bedroom is dark except for the soft glow from the city lights spilling through the open curtains. Ronan rolls us so I’m on top, his cock still buried deep inside me thick, slick with both of us, pulsing with the aftershocks of his release. He doesn’t pull out. Just lets me feel him there, stretching me, owning me, while his hands stroke up my sides in slow, possessive drags.“Ride me,” he says, voice low and wrecked. “Show me how badly you want this cock.”I lift my hips slowly feeling every inch drag out of me then sink back down. When I’m fully seated again, I pause. Rock in slow circles. Grinding my clit against his pelvis.He groans long, guttural. Hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.“Fuck yes,” he rasps. “Just like that. Use me.”I start moving up and down, faster. Breasts bouncing. Hair swinging. His eyes never leave my face.“You look so fucking innocent,” he says through gritted teeth. “Riding me like a slut. My slut.”The words make me clench around hi

CHAPTER 1Elena ReyesThe elevator ride to the 47th floor felt like ascending to judgment day.I smoothed my blouse for the third time in thirty seconds, checked my reflection in the mirrored wall dark curls pinned back neatly, minimal makeup, white button-up tucked into a charcoal pencil skirt that hugged my hips just enough to look professional without screaming for attention. I’d chosen no bra today. Not on purpose. Or maybe I had. The faint outline of my nipples against the fabric made me feel bold. Exposed. Ready for whatever waited at the top.The doors slid open with a soft chime.Steele Enterprises headquarters. Glass everywhere walls, floors, ceilings like the building itself was watching. A receptionist in a crisp blazer gave me a once-over, then nodded toward the corner office.“Ms. Steele is expecting you. Go right in.”My heels clicked too loudly on the marble as I crossed the open floor plan. Every head turned. Not because I was famous. Because I was walking into the lio

CHAPTER 3Elena’s POVTuesday morning I woke up already wet.Not soaked like some dramatic novel just that low, nagging ache that hadn’t gone away since yesterday. I could still feel Valentina’s eyes when I bent for the pen. The way she hadn’t blinked. The way her thighs had shifted under the desk small, but I saw it. I knew what it meant.I showered longer than I needed to. Let the water hit my back until it stung. Tried to rinse out the memory of her thumb on my throat, her voice saying “Be better.” It didn’t work.I stood under the cold spray until my teeth chattered, arms wrapped around myself like that would stop the throb between my legs. Stupid. I knew it wouldn’t. All it did was make my nipples ache more. I turned the water off, dried roughly, and caught my reflection in the mirror flushed cheeks, eyes too bright. I looked guilty already and I hadn’t even left the apartment.By 6:45 I was back on the executive floor. Same heels. Same skirt. Pale blue blouse today thinner th

CHAPTER 5By 7:45 I was a wreck.I stood in front of my mirror in nothing but the thin leather collar she’d left in my desk drawer. It was soft, black, with a small silver ring at the front subtle enough to hide under a blouse, but impossible to ignore once you knew it was there. I’d put it on the second I got home. I couldn't wait. The leather felt cool against my skin at first, then warmed quickly, like it remembered her hands.I’d showered twice. Shaved everywhere. Moisturized until my skin gleamed. No makeup she liked me bare. Just lip balm so my mouth looked soft and ready. I chose nothing under the long black coat she’d told me to wear. The lining brushed my nipples with every move, a constant reminder.At 7:58 I left my apartment. Coat buttoned to the throat. Heels clicking on the sidewalk. The vibrator from earlier was in my purse just in case. I didn’t know why I brought it. Maybe because she hadn’t said to leave it behind.The drive to her penthouse was torture. Every red