All Chapters of CRAVING THE WRONG MAN: DANGEROUS DESIRES BOOK 1: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Rhaena’s POVI stood in front of my vanity mirror longer than I meant to.Staring. Waiting. Like the girl in the glass might do something before I did.She looked like me, but not quite. My face was the same, but my hair wasn’t. The blonde was gone. In its place was dark brown, framing my face in a way that felt new and unfamiliar. The empty dye box sat in the sink like proof I couldn’t undo this.Then there was my mouth.Red lipstick. Bold. Loud. The kind I always said was too much. It made me feel exposed, like it was announcing something before I even spoke.I’d changed everything tonight. New hair. New makeup. A dress that hugged me instead of hiding me. I told myself it was just about looking different, but that wasn’t true. I wanted to be different. I didn’t want to be recognized—by anyone, not even myself.Tonight mattered.In less than an hour, I would finally have something that always felt just out of reach. A real orgasm. Not faked. Not imagined later in the dark. Something

Rhaena’s POVMy first orgasm hit while sucking his cock. I never saw it coming—it crashed over me like a sudden wave. His musky scent filled my nostrils, drawing me in. His massive cock stretched my lips wide, pressing heavy against my tongue, turning me addicted. I craved more as my body shuddered in release, my pussy pulsing wet and empty, desperate for touch.His voice sliced through the fog. 'Stand up,' he commanded firmly. I rose on shaky legs, facing him. Cool air prickled my flushed skin, raising shivers. He lounged on the couch, eyes claiming every curve of me.His rough hands trailed my calves, warming my skin as they slid up. Goosebumps followed to my thighs. My pulse hammered when his fingers grazed my soaked pussy. Panties clung damp to me; I bit my lip against a gasp.He pressed his thumb to my clit through the fabric. Electricity shot through me; I gasped, knees weakening. He circled slowly, then harder, igniting heat that spread like wildfire. I clutched the couch back,

Rhaena’s POVI took another step inside, then another, my heels making small sounds against the shiny floor. The place felt huge. Too big. Like it could swallow me whole if I wasn’t careful. I forced myself not to stare, even though everything around me begged to be looked at. Tall ceilings. Soft lights. Walls that looked like they had never known dust. Everything was clean and perfect and very expensive.I told myself to breathe. Just breathe. Walk like you belong here.I adjusted my dress and straightened my back, trying to look calm even though my stomach was tight. People moved around me easily, laughing, talking, touching arms like they all knew each other. No one looked nervous. No one looked out of place. Except me. I felt like I had stepped into someone else’s life by mistake.A waiter appeared at my side so suddenly I almost jumped. He held out a tray with champagne glasses, all lined up neatly.“Champagne?” he asked politely.I nodded and took one. “Thank you.”The glass was

Rhaena’s POVMy stomach dropped. I froze. The anger that bubbled up inside me was immediate and fierce. His words weren’t just careless—they were cruel. My blood felt hot, my fists curled almost without me noticing.I peeked through the doorway, my eyes narrowing as my stomach twisted. He was talking about my mum. About her. The words sank into me like icy water, cold and shocking, and my heart started to pound so hard I thought it might burst.Alessio’s voice stayed calm, almost bored, like he was talking about something meaningless, like it didn’t matter. “I wonder where they met,” he said. “Probably in some brothel.”My chest tightened, my fists curled into tight balls so hard I could feel my nails digging into my palms. My teeth clenched, and for a moment I could barely breathe. How dare he? How dare he speak about my mother like that, like she was nothing, like she didn’t deserve even a fraction of respect?She had worked hard, sacrificed so much, loved and protected me—and he ha

Rhaena’s POVBy the time I made it back to the party, the room had shifted. The music had softened, and people were starting to gather closer together, glasses in hand. Alessandro stood near the center, smiling as he prepared to speak. I slipped in beside my mum, smoothing my dress, trying to calm my breathing. My heart was still racing, my hands still warm from anger, but I forced myself to look composed.Alessandro tapped his glass gently, and the room fell quiet. He thanked everyone for coming, his voice strong but kind. He spoke about family, about second chances, about how grateful he was for the people in his life. Then he turned to my mum. His voice softened when he thanked her for loving him, for bringing joy back into his world.His words were simple, but they were full of feeling. I felt my chest tighten, and I blinked quickly, not wanting to cry in front of all these people. I glanced at my mum. Her eyes were shiny, her smile small and emotional. She deserved this moment. A