บททั้งหมดของ Breaking Her Control: A Steamy Collection: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

The library was silent, save for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the occasional rustle of pages. I have always loved the hush of books, the way the world seemed to shrink to the space between the shelves. But tonight, the quiet felt different.I was shelving new acquisitions when I heard the soft click of heels on the polished wood. I turned, and saw Elena, the visiting author whose latest novel had captivated me more than I cared to admit. Elena’s eyes, dark and sharp, scanned the room before landing on me with an intensity that made my heart skip.“You work late, Riley” Elena said, voice smooth, teasing. “I hope you don’t mind a little company.”“I… not at all,” I stammered, suddenly self-conscious. I had never expected anyone like Elena to appear here in the sanctuary of my books.Elena’s gaze lingered on me longer than necessary, and I felt my knees weaken ever so slightly. There was something in the way Elena moved, the subtle sway of her hips, the playful curl of her lip

“You are still here”..I do not look up immediately. I finish the sentence I am typing, correct a comma that does not need correcting, and let the silence stretch just long enough to feel intentional. The office is almost dark now, the overhead lights dimmed to evening mode. The glass walls reflect the city skyline in fractured gold. The building hums faintly… air vents, distant elevators, the muted throb of traffic far below.Then I lift my eyes.Jade leans against the doorway of my cubicle like she owns the space. Her blazer drapes over one arm. Her blouse sits slightly open at the collar in a way that feels less like carelessness and more like invitation. Her hair, usually pinned back with precise efficiency, falls loose over her shoulders.You are observant, I reply calmly.Her mouth curves. You are deflecting.It is always like this with us. Meetings filled with subtle competition. Emails that read professionally but feel personal. Glances held a second longer than necessary. The

The music thumped softly through the studio, a low insistent rhythm that seemed to pulse straight into Riley’s veins. She had always loved dance, the precision, the control, the art of movement. But tonight something felt different. Something electric hung in the air and made her pulse quicken and her skin tingle.She stepped onto the polished wooden floor barefoot, feeling the smooth cool resistance beneath her feet. Elena was already there stretching, fluid and confident, her body moving like water, effortless and mesmerizing. Riley’s breath caught. She had taken dance classes before but never with someone like Elena, someone who seemed to command the music itself.Elena wore a simple black leotard that clung to every curve, the thin fabric stretched tight across her full breasts and the flare of her hips. Her dark hair was pulled back in a loose bun with a few strands escaping to frame her face. Riley’s own outfit felt suddenly too revealing, a cropped tank top and soft leggings th

“Say it.” Her voice is calm. That’s what makes it unbearable. I’m kneeling, but not because she forced me there. The position was my idea or at least I let it become mine. The carpet beneath my knees is soft, expensive, deliberate. Everything about her apartment feels curated: dim lighting, low music humming somewhere in the background, a glass of untouched wine sweating on the side table. She stands in front of me, not looming, not imposing simply present. Waiting. “I don’t…” I begin, then stop. Her eyebrow lifts slightly. “You don’t what?” she asks gently. The first time I met Selene, I mistook her restraint for indifference. She doesn’t chase. She doesn’t demand. She doesn’t raise her voice. She creates space and lets you fill it with your own desire. That’s how she undoes you. “I don’t say things like that,” I try again, lifting my chin slightly, holding onto the last threads of my pride. Her fingers slide beneath my jaw, not forcing my head upward, just steadying it. “You say man

It started the way it always does with someone you trust… small moments that slide under your skin and stay there, warm and secret, before you even know they’re burning you alive. I’d known Mara for years. College friends, late-night study partners, the kind of girls who split one oversized hoodie on cold weekends and traded secrets over cheap wine. Her laugh had always been my safe place, that low, husky sound that made the whole world feel smaller and sweeter. But underneath the comfort there was always something else… the way her eyes lingered on my mouth when I talked, the accidental brush of her fingers handing me a book that sent sparks straight between my legs, the way she leaned in so close during conversations that I could feel the heat of her breath on my throat, carrying the faint vanilla-sweet scent of her skin. I told myself it was nothing. Just closeness. Just years of knowing each other inside out.
Yet at night, alone in my bed, I couldn’t lie to myself anymore. I’d clo