All Chapters of TEMPT ME, MASTER : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

I stayed wrapped in Marcus’s arms for a long time. The leather of the sofa was sticky against my skin, and the air in the guest house felt heavy and sweet with the smell of what we had just done. My heart was still racing. I looked up at the ceiling and smiled. I wasn't the little girl next door anymore. I was a woman who had just been claimed by a giant.Marcus pulled back a little and looked at me. His eyes were softer now, but there was still a spark of hunger in them. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from my face."You okay, Maya?" he whispered. His voice was like a low rumble of thunder. "I didn't hurt you, did I? I know I'm... a lot."I laughed a little and pulled him back down for a kiss. "You're perfect, Marcus. I've never felt so alive. I don't want to go back to my house. Not yet."Round Two: The LessonMarcus sat up and pulled me onto his lap. I sat facing him, my legs wrapped around his thick waist. Being this close to him while we were both naked made my s

I didn't stay asleep for long. The house was too quiet, and my body was still buzzing from everything Marcus had done to me on my parents' bed. I looked over at him. He was sleeping like a king, his huge chest rising and falling slowly. The moonlight was coming through the window, making his muscles look like they were made of dark marble.I felt a new kind of hunger. The bed was great, but I wanted something more. I wanted to feel the cool air and the water. I leaned over and licked his ear."Marcus," I whispered. "Wake up. It’s too hot in here."He groaned and opened his eyes. A slow, wicked smile spread across his face when he saw me. "Maya, you’re going to be the death of me. Don't you ever get enough?""Not from you," I said. I stood up, completely naked, and walked toward the balcony. "Let’s go to the pool. I want to see you in the water."We crept back down the stairs and out the sliding glass doors. The backyard was beautiful. The pool was a deep, glowing blue, and the air was

My name is Lily. Tonight was supposed to be the most special night of my life. It was my boyfriend’s twenty-fourth birthday, and I had a gift for him that I had been saving for twenty years. I was a virgin. I had spent all day getting ready, wearing my best lace lingerie under a red silk coat. I wanted everything to be perfect.But when I got to his apartment, the door was slightly open. I heard laughing. I heard a woman’s voice—a voice that wasn't mine. I pushed the door open, and my world shattered. There he was, on the sofa, with his hands all over another girl. He didn't even look sorry.I ran. I didn't stop until I found a dark bar downtown. I sat at the back and started drinking. I drank until the room started to spin. I drank until I couldn't feel the hole in my heart anymore. The last thing I remember was a tall man with broad shoulders and a deep, kind voice helping me stand up."You don't belong here, sweetheart," he said.He took me to the hotel next door. Room 607.When we

The stranger’s heart was drumming against my back as we stood by the window. I could feel his thick, hot cock still buried deep inside me, pulsing with the last bits of his release. My legs were shaking so much that if he wasn't holding my waist, I would have slid right down the glass. The cold window against my chest and his burning skin against my back made my head swim. I felt used, filled, and completely owned."Stay right there," he whispered, his voice dark and gravelly.He slowly pulled out of me. I felt the wet, heavy slide of him leaving my body, and I actually whimpered at the loss. I felt empty the moment he was gone. He turned me around so I was facing him. The moonlight hit his body, showing every muscle, every vein, and the messy evidence of our sex on his thighs. He looked like a predator who had finally caught his prey.He picked me up, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist, and carried me back to the bed. He didn't lay me down. He sat on the edge of the matt

I lay on the bed for a few minutes, feeling the sticky warmth of him on my thighs and the sunlight on my skin. My body felt heavy, like it was made of lead, but my mind was racing. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the phantom sensation of him moving inside me. The stranger—I still didn't know his name, and honestly, I didn't want to yet—stood up from the bed. He didn't have a stitch of clothing on, and he didn't care. He walked across the room with the confidence of a king."You're covered in me, Lily," he said, looking back over his shoulder. His voice was a low, playful rumble. "And I think the bed is officially a crime scene. Let’s get you cleaned up."He walked into the bathroom and turned on the water. A moment later, I heard the heavy spray of the shower hitting the tile. I stood up, my legs wobbling like a newborn deer’s. I caught a glimpse of myself in the long mirror by the closet. My hair was a wild nest of blonde curls, my lips were swollen and red, and there were small,