All Chapters of NAUGHTY FANTASIES (AN EROTICA COLLECTION): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 5After dinner, we head to the private room in the restaurant. The moment the private room’s door clicks shut behind us, the hum of the restaurant fades into silence, replaced by the low, rhythmic pulse of the vibrator still nestled against my clit. I stand frozen, my back pressed against the door, my breath shallow as I watch him move. His fingers trail along the polished surface before he turns, his dark eyes locking onto mine.“This room has a secret,” he murmurs, his voice a rasp that slithers down my spine. He steps closer, the heat of his body radiating against me as he leans in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. His breath is hot, sending a shiver through me. “A hidden camera,” he whispers, “and I’m watching your every move.”My pulse spikes, my fingers twitching at my sides. The knowledge that I’m being recorded, exposed… sends a jolt of shame and excitement through me, my nipples tightening beneath the thin fabric of my dress. I swallow hard, my throat dry,

Chapter 2Jordan glanced over, his smirk slow and small, like a man who knew exactly what he was doing. His dark eyes traced the curve of my neck, the way my dress clung just a little too tight to my hips, the flush already creeping up my chest. "Damn, you look good enough to eat," he murmured, his voice rough, the kind of tone that made my thighs press together. The friction sent a jolt through me, my breath hitching just enough for him to notice.I licked my lips, my pulse quickening. "Mmmhm, thank you, Jordan," I replied, my voice already thick with want. His hand settled on my thigh, fingers splayed, the heat of his palm seeping through the thin fabric of my dress.My nipples tightened, the ache between my legs growing sharper, my body responding to him already. He didn’t miss it. His gaze darkened, his thumb brushing slow, teasing circles against my inner thigh, just shy of where I needed him most.I turned up the car's music, the music hiding my soft gasp as his fingers inc

Chapter 4I leaned against the weight bench with my arms crossed beneath my breasts, a smirk playing on my full lips as I watched Jordan and Nico circle me like they couldn’t wait to devour me. Jordan, with his broad shoulders and golden skin, ran a hand through his damp hair, his dark eyes locked onto me with an intensity that made my pulse quicken. Nico, leaner but no less powerful, stood with his arms crossed, his biceps straining against the fabric of his tank top. His grey sweatpants did little to hide the growing bulge between his thighs, and my gaze flicked to it deliberately, my tongue darting out to wet my lower lip.“What on earth do I do now?” I purred, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Do I pick Jordan… or Nico?”Jordan opened his mouth to answer, but I was faster. I stepped forward, pressing a single finger to his lips, silencing him. “Shh, baby,” I murmured, my finger tracing the curve of his mouth before slipping past his teeth, teasing his warm, wet lips. His breath

Chapter 2“You have to wake up, darling.”The voice slips into my dreams like an intrusion. I toss under the covers, muffling a groan.“Betty, please,” I mumble, my words thick with sleep. “Let me get some shut‑eye.”The pillow is pulled away andCold fingers brush my cheek.I jerk upright. My heart hammering in my chest .It’s him.The man from the club. The one with the eyes that went red when he looked at me.“What—what happened?” I stammer, my hands trembling as I push myself back. “Where’s Betty? Who…who are you? Did…did you touch me?”He scoffs, like my panic amuses him.“Tempting,” he says, his voice low and smooth, “but that’s not my thing.”My stomach tightens. If anything, his calm makes me angrier. And more terrified.“I’m Rhysand,” he continues, stepping closer, each movement deliberate. He presses a kiss to my knuckle. “Vampire prince. And your mate.”The words hit me like a punch and My body freezes prince?.His eyes flare red blood red and i gasp I yank my hand back. “G

Chapter 4A blonde woman, tall and willowy, with a brown gown made of emerald silk that clings to her hips and ass.I move toward Rhysand with confidence.A blonde woman, tall and willowy, with a brown gown made of emerald silk that clings to her hips and ass.I move toward Rhysand with confidence.When I reach him, she doesn’t hesitate. Her arms wrap around his neck, her body pressing against his in a way that makes my blood turn to fire.Jealousy is a fucking bitch clawing up my throat.Before I can think, I’m moving.I cross the floor, my heels clicking against the marble. The blonde’s laughter rings out, high and bright, but it cuts off when I step between them, my hand fisting in Rhysand’s hair, yanking his mouth to mine.He stiffens. But his arms band around me, crushing me against him. His kiss is brutal, possessive, his fangs nicking my lip as he takes what I offer.The blonde’s gasp is distant, irrelevant. All that matters is the way Rhysand’s hands grip my waist, the way his