All Chapters of TEMPT ME, MASTER : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The stranger wrapped a second towel around his waist and walked over to the sliding glass doors that led to the balcony. I stood there, still wrapped in my fluffy white towel, watching him. He looked so powerful against the bright morning sky. He slid the door open, and a rush of warm city air filled the room. The sounds of cars honking and people talking far below drifted up to us."Come here, Lily," he said. It was that command again—the one I couldn't say no to.I walked over to the door. We were on the twentieth floor. The balcony was small but private, with a glass railing that made it feel like you were standing on the edge of the world. The sun was hot on my skin, and the wind blew through my damp hair."The whole world is awake now," I whispered, looking down at the tiny people on the sidewalk. "They have no idea what we've been doing in Room 607.""That’s the best part," the stranger said. He stepped behind me and dropped my towel to the floor. I stood there, completely naked

I finally managed to stand up from the leather chair. My legs were shaking so much that I felt like a little deer trying to walk for the first time. The room felt quiet, but my body was still loud with the feeling of him. The stranger stood up behind me. He didn't look tired at all. He looked like he was just getting started. He reached out and grabbed my hand, leading me away from the chair and toward the small hallway that led to the front door of Room 607.In that hallway, there was a massive mirror. It covered the whole wall from the floor to the ceiling. The lights in the hallway were a soft, warm yellow. When we stopped in front of it, I gasped.I saw myself for the first time in hours. I looked wild. My skin was flushed pink, my blonde hair was a messy cloud around my head, and my eyes were dark and wide. I saw the stranger standing behind me. He was so much bigger than me. His dark skin against my pale skin made me feel small and protected. He looked like a king, and I looked

The morning was fully here, but inside Room 607, time didn’t exist. The air was thick and heavy, smelling like vanilla oil, sweat, and the raw scent of two people who had spent the last twelve hours exploring every inch of each other. I was still lying on the white rug, my skin glistening and my hair a tangled mess. Marcus stood up and looked at me. He looked like a king who had won a long war."Lily," he whispered. His voice was so deep it made the floor vibrate. "This is the last chapter. We’ve used every corner of this room. But there is one thing left to do. I want to leave you so full and so marked that you will never, ever forget my name."He didn't wait for me to answer. He picked me up off the rug. I felt light in his arms, but my body felt heavy with the pleasure he had already given me. He carried me back to the big king-sized bed. The sheets were a mess of wrinkles and stains, the perfect place for our final act.He laid me down and stood over me. He looked at his own body,

As the moon climbed higher over the Philippine coast, the humidity didn’t drop. If anything, the air felt thicker, charged with the electricity of the brief encounter by the pool. Selina sat on the edge of her oversized hotel bed, her heart performing a restless rhythm against her ribs.She looked at the clock: 11:45 PM.The "Private Cove" was a secluded stretch of white sand, hidden by jagged limestone cliffs and reachable only by a narrow wooden staircase draped in tropical vines. It was the kind of place made for secrets. It was the kind of place where a woman like her shouldn't go to meet a man like Dante—not after what he’d done.But her body wasn't listening to her brain. Her skin felt tight, buzzing with the memory of his fingers brushing her arm. That tiny, fleeting touch had ignited a fire that five years of cold silence hadn't been able to put out.She stood up and walked to the mirror. She had changed out of her dinner dress and into a simple, black silk slip dress. It was

The room was so quiet that the only sound was their heavy breathing and the hum of the air conditioner. Dante stayed over her, his eyes dark and full of a hunger that had been growing for five long years. He looked at her like he wanted to eat her alive, and Selina felt her whole body shaking under his weight."You have no idea," Dante whispered, his voice sounding like gravel. "How many nights I laid awake in a bed just like this, imagining your skin against mine."He moved his hand down again. This time, he didn't just touch the outside. He slid two fingers deep inside her. Selina’s back arched off the bed, a loud moan escaping her throat. She was so wet that his fingers slid in easily, the sound of the friction filling the quiet room."Look at that," he muttered, his face inches from hers. "You’re soaking wet for me, Selina. You’re dripping. Tell me, does it feel good? Does it feel like you remembered?""Yes," she gasped, her eyes fluttering shut. "Please, Dante. Don't stop.""I’m