Alle Kapitel von NAUGHTY FANTASIES (AN EROTICA COLLECTION): Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

Chapter 1 “Papa, if you send me to that man, I’ll hate you for life! This is unfair, it makes no sense!” “You have no choice, Ava. The deal is done, sealed. You’ll be gone soon,” my father said, his voice cold and final. Tears instantly streamed down my cheeks, hot and uncontrollable. I didn’t bother wiping them away. Let him see. Let him see the damage his decisions had done, the way his actions had torn me apart. My brother, the so-called excuse of a man, slumped back in his chair, looking helpless. This was his mess too, yet I was the one who had to pay the price. He gambled, lied, and acted like a nuisance, but somehow, I was the one being shipped off to a mafia don I barely knew. Why me? Why wasn’t he being sent instead? My brother sputtered, coughing violently on his drink. “Oh, shut up, Nino. You’re an excuse of a man.” My words were sharp, filled with venom, but I didn’t care. He gulped down his drink, refusing to say anything more, and even passed it back to my father s

Chapter 3Weeks had already passed. Slow at first… then fast.Like every day was slipping through my fingers before I could grab it.I didn’t expect life with Matteo to feel normal. Or calm. Or quiet.But somehow it did.He didn’t chain me to anything.Didn’t order me around.Didn’t treat me like property.He let me breathe. Let me move and do what I want.Sometimes he even laughed around me, quietly, like he wasn’t used to doing it.I hated that it made something warm twist inside my chest.Even worse? He was good to me.Too good.The kind of good that makes you start doubting all the plans you swore you had.But every time I opened my eyes in that huge house, every time I looked at the guards posted outside my door or heard Matteo on the phone threatening someone in that too-calm voice of his…A little voice in my head whispered:This isn’t your life, Ava.This is his.I tried to ignore it, to settle in.I tried to pretend that the soft sheets and expensive meals and Matteo’s warm b

Chapter 5I open my eyes as silk sheets cling to my skin, still warm from last night's activities. I can still smell him, feel him. My clit pulses, swollen and aching, as if last night’s tension never left me. I stretch, arching my back, and my stiff nipples drag against the cool linen, sending a jolt straight to my core. When I turn, I see A folded note on the pillow, the thick paper rough under my fingertips as I snatch it up. The ink is still damp, smearing slightly when I unfold it, and I rub the dark stain across my breast without thinking, marking myself.Wear the red dress. Be ready at 8. No signature. No explanation. Just a command, and the weight of it settles between my thighs, making my pussy clench.The dress is draped over the headboard, and it’s made of shiny silk that slithers through my fingers when I lift it. The slit is obscene, high enough that the lace garter belt I'm forbidden to remove will flash with every step. I shake it out, and something small and metall

Chapter 2My mind goes back to yesterday, the machine fucker, the orgasms and of course the mystery man. Then a message arrives.The buzz of my phone against my hand makes me jump. I shouldn’t be this on edge; it’s just another night alone, just another distraction, but something about the unknown number sends a prickle of unease down my spine, so I tap the notification.“Strip down to your lingerie and wait by the window. I want to see you.”My breath catches. The words are simple, direct, but they make my stomach turn, and my legs rub against each other. I know this game. I know. The video, the one he took of me last night, the one that could ruin me if it ever got out, flashes through my mind. My fingers tighten around the phone.No. No, no, no. But the threat hangs there, would this stranger actually leak me? I swallow hard, my pulse hammering in my throat. The apartment suddenly feels too small, the air too thick. I glance toward the window, the sheer curtains barely concealin

Chapter 4The restaurant he chose is beautiful. He definitely wanted to impress me, that’s for sure. The air between us is thick, electric; every glance, every breath, every brush of my knees feels damn dirty. His fingers trace the rim of his whiskey glass, the ice clinking softly, but his eyes never leave mine. There’s a dark glint to them… like he can’t wait to see me undressed, the kind that makes my thighs press together beneath the table, my pulse quickening.“You look gorgeous tonight,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through my entire body. His gaze drops to the neckline of my dress, the silk clinging to the swell of my breasts, the fabric so delicate it might as well be nothing at all. “But I think we both know what’s missing.”I swallow, my fingers tightening around the stem of my wineglass. I can feel the weight of his stare settling over me like a second skin; it’s almost suffocating but still intoxicating all at once. “And what’s that?”His lips curl in