Semua Bab LUST AND ECSTASY; SPICY EROTICA COLLECTIONS : Bab 51 - Bab 60

ThreesomeRILEYThe door of Ethan’s bedroom clicked shut behind me, making me flinch. Ethan didn’t let go of my wrist; his grip was a little too tight, grounding me in a reality that felt like a fever dream.The room smelled of sweat, expensive wine, and the floral perfume of the girl still sitting on the bed. Chloe looked at me with wide, dark eyes, her hair a tangled mess over her bare shoulders. She didn't look offended that I’d been caught watching. She looked like she’d been expecting me."She’s even prettier up close," Chloe murmured, her voice sounding rather sweet. She reached out, her fingers trailing over the charcoal sheets. "Is she going to join us, Ethan?""She’s going to stop pretending," Ethan growled. He didn't look at Chloe. He kept his eyes locked on mine, his pupils blown so wide the green was just a thin ring of fire.He pulled me toward the bed. I should have fought harder, but the wine had turned my muscles heavy, and the sight of him—shirtless, dominant, and utt

The Temptation LoungeVITORyker’s car—a matte-grey sports car—purred as it pulled up to an unmarked black door in a quiet side streets of Gangnam. There were no flashing signs here. Just a single, stylized black flame etched into the glass."Deep breaths, Vito," Ryker said, killing the engine. He reached over, his fingers trailing over the collar of the tight, cheap button-down I’d bought for the occasion. "Try looking relaxed, nobody's going to eat you.”"I feel like I'm going to be sick," I whispered, my heart hammering against my ribs."That's just the nerves, and there's nothing wrong with that." He flashed that brilliant, devastatingly hot smile and stepped out.The Temptation Lounge was dark, cooled to a relaxing temperature, and draped in midnight-blue velvet. Men and women in tailored suits and silk dresses lounged on low sofas, their faces obscured by the shadows and the swirling haze of expensive shisha.Ryker didn't stop in the lounge. He led me straight through a set of d

Private SessionVITOThe "Gold Suite" was slightly smaller than the Moonlight Room, paneled in soundproofed gold-leaf wood and furnished with a circular furniture that I assumed served as a sofa.There were no windows, only a large two-way mirror that stretched across one wall, reflecting my own pathetic image back at me.The aphrodisiac had moved into a second, more dangerous phase. I wasn't just warm anymore; I was hypersensitive. Every time the air from the vents brushed my skin, I shivered. Every time my own thighs rubbed together as I walked, I winced."Stay close to me, Vito," Ryker whispered as he led me into the room. He sensed my panic, his hand coming up to rest on the back of my neck. His touch was firm, grounding, and for a moment, I leaned into it."You promised," I croaked, my voice sounding raw even to my own ears. "You said it would just be drinks. You said you wouldn't let anything... real happen."Ryker stopped and turned me to face him. He looked so sincere, his thu

The Diamond OrgyVITOThe Diamond Suite looked better than any private room I had being in.The walls were lined with shimmering silver tiles that reflected the chaotic movement in the center of the room. A literal fountain of chilled champagne bubbled in the corner, and the air was thick with the heavy, sweet scent of aphrodisiac incense that made my head throb in time with the bass of the music.By now, the aphrodisiac Ryker kept feeding me had begun to work. I was shivering while being on edge and feeling trapped in a black spandex suit that felt like it was the only thing holding my soul together."Look at him," Ryker’s voice boomed over the music, dripping with pride. He stood on the edge of the sunken lounge, his hand resting on the shoulder of a man in a gray suit. "The pride of Seoul National University. He’s the one I was talking about.”Six men sat in a semi-circle on the silk-covered mattresses. They were the elite—the 'VVIPs' who paid enough to buy a small town. And tonig

The Penthouse PetVITOThe Han River was basically thirty stories below Ryker’s balcony. The wind was biting, the kind of cold that made the skin of my bare chest crawl with goosebumps, but the heat radiating from Ryker’s body behind me was enough to keep me anchored.I was naked, save for the silver collar Ryker had draped around my neck—a "gift," he called it—and the crushing weight of my own adoration. I was a scholar, a man of logic, yet here I was, shivering on a glass-walled balcony because Ryker whispered that he wanted to see me "unfiltered.""Look at the city, Vito," Ryker murmured, his hands sliding over my ribs, his palms smooth and warm. "Thousands of people down there, working their lives away for a fraction of what you made in a single night. Do you think they’re better than you? Do you think they’re cleaner?""I... I don't know," I breathed, my head falling back against his shoulder."They’re not," he hissed, his teeth grazing my ear. "They’re just repressed. But you? Y