บททั้งหมดของ 100 Nights of Forbidden Fire : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Workers In My Kitchen I MY husband, Robert, had left me behind when he flew off to Singapore for another one of his ‘business opportunities.’ He’d been gone three days, and the machinery in the kitchen, meant to make my life easier, had chosen this exact moment to stage a minor rebellion. The fridge’s cooling unit had started groaning like a dying beast, and the dishwasher, well, it just stopped. I had called the service number Robert left, a nameless and faceless company that promised 'swift and discreet repairs.' Now, three men stood in my clean kitchen, their work boots tracking faint smudges across the polished travertine tiles. They were younger than I expected, all muscle and confident grins, not the grizzled, weary types I usually pictured for appliance repair. "Morning, ma'am," the tallest one, a dark-haired man with eyes that seemed to trace the curve of my hip as I moved, spoke first. His name, he'd mumbled, was Leo. He carried a heavy toolbox. "Heard you got some trouble

Breakfast Before School I“WAKE up, Bambi, you lazy little slut, because Daddy has a very special surprise for you this morning and you shouldn’t keep me waiting when I’m in this kind of mood.”“Jax? Is that you? God, it’s still dark outside and I can barely keep my eyes open, but why are you hovering over me like that and what are those metal things clicking in your hands?”“Don't worry about the time, sweetheart, just focus on the sound of these handcuffs and how they’re going to look cinched tight around your delicate little wrists while I keep you pinned to this headboard.”“Handcuffs? Like the ones you used on Trixie last night? I heard her through the walls, Jax, I heard how she was crying and moaning while you were thumping into her, and I stayed awake for hours just thinking about how much I wanted you to do that to me too.”“I know you did, you delicious little bitch, because I could hear your bed creaking from the other room and I knew you were probably rubbing that sweet cl

65Switching Between Women I"IS it vibrating yet, Roxie, or are you just twitching because you’re nervous to meet another man who knows exactly what a little slut you are?" I asked, my voice low as I watched the way her chest heaved against the thin, unlined red fabric of her bikini top."It’s on the lowest setting, Dante, but the way these people are looking makes me feel like they can hear the motor humming right through my skin and I can’t stop thinking about what you’ll do if I accidentally moan while the waiter is pouring the water," Roxie whispered, her fingers trembling as she adjusted the silver choker around her throat that I had locked into place only an hour ago in our suite."Your mother thinks we’re at a business conference, so don’t let that padlock get too visible when you lean forward, and remember that you’re here to represent me, which means you keep your knees together despite how much that toy is begging you to open them up," I said, leaning back and taking a s

Hypnotizing His Wife I"YOU are late, Archer, and I honestly don’t know why you’re dragging this man into our home at this hour when you know I have a headache and the kids are finally at your mother’s for the weekend and I just wanted a glass of wine and some goddamn silence.""Just sit down, Margery, and please just listen to Silas for five minutes because we talked about this and we agreed that the distance between us is getting to be too much for me to handle alone and he has a very specific way of helping people reconnect with their primal needs.""I didn't agree to a hypnotist, Archer, I agreed to talk to a marriage counselor and this looks like some kind of cheap parlor trick that you found on the back of a magazine and I’m not in the mood to be a volunteer for your mid-life crisis.""It’s not a trick, Margery, and if you’d just let me explain the methodology behind subconscious realignment you might realize that your resistance is exactly why we’re in this position where you c

69Saving My Boyfriend IA rough hand, calloused and unfamiliar, gripped my jaw. Not Silas’s hand. It couldn't be Silas’s. My breath hitched. The air in the room, usually stale with Silas’s unwashed laundry and cheap cologne, felt thick, suffocating. My eyes, still adjusting to the dimness, darted to Silas. He was there, slumped against the headboard, ropes cutting into his wrists, his ankles bound. His eyes, wide and pleading, were fixed on me.“Look at him, Rumi,” a low voice rumbled. I recognized Jordan’s voice. His fingers tightened, forcing my chin up. “He’s watching. Every little bit of what we are about to do."My throat tightened. I swallowed, a dry, painful rasp. “What do you want?” The words came out a whisper, barely audible.Jordan chuckled, a deep, unsettling sound that vibrated through my bones. “What do I want? Silas knows what I want. Don’t you, boy?” He nudged Silas’s shoulder with his foot. Silas flinched, a whimper escaping his lips. My stomach churned. This was