All Chapters of Yearning (A short collection of yearning tales) : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

MirelleRafe's grip on my wrist was firm as he pulled me toward the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. The room spun slightly from the aftershocks of my orgasm, my body still humming with unwanted pleasure. I should have fought harder, screamed for help, but the way he looked at me, like I was the only thing in his world worth possessing, rooted me in place. My dress hung loose around my waist, breasts exposed and sensitive from his mouth, nipples still tingling. Wetness slicked my thighs, a humiliating reminder of how easily he had unraveled me."Sit," he ordered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my core. I obeyed, perching on the edge of the massive bed, the silk sheets cool against my heated skin. He stood before me, unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate slowness, revealing inch after inch of tanned, muscled chest. Broad shoulders tapered to defined abs, a faint trail of dark hair leading down to the waistband of his pants. He was built like a fighter, every line har

KaiaThe shouts from the dance floor grew louder, fists flying as two men clashed over some spilled drink or bruised ego. Bodies shoved past us in the dim light, the air charged with aggression. Rowan's arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me tight against his side as he navigated us through the throng. His body was a shield, solid and unyielding, his hand firm on my hip. Even in the chaos, I felt the heat of him, the way his fingers pressed into my flesh like he was anchoring himself as much as me."Keep your head down," he ordered, his voice a low rumble against my ear. His breath was hot, stirring the fine hairs on my neck, and despite the danger, my body responded, a fresh wave of wetness soaking my panties. I pressed closer, my breasts brushing his arm, craving the friction even now.We burst through a side door into a narrow hallway, the muffled bass fading behind us. The corridor was cooler, lined with heavy doors leading to private rooms where Nocturne's real indulgences ha

IslaThe Curator's fingers lingered on my arm, his touch possessive yet unsteady. His mask still hid his eyes, but the tension in his body screamed vulnerability. I had pushed him to the edge, and now I wanted to shove him over. My pussy throbbed from the orgasm he coaxed out of me, but it was not enough. I craved more, to strip away his control layer by layer until he begged."Come," he said, voice rough, pulling me deeper into the hidden corridor.The main chamber's moans faded behind us, replaced by the echo of our footsteps on stone floors. He led me to a private suite, a lavish room with a massive four-poster bed draped in black silk sheets. Candles flickered on nightstands, casting golden light over leather restraints bolted to the bedposts and an array of toys on a velvet-lined tray: vibrators, plugs, whips.He shut the door, locking it with a decisive click. "Here, no one interrupts. You wanted equal ground, Isla. Take it." But his tone betrayed him, laced with hunger. He sh

"I stay," I whispered, my voice steady despite the tremor in my limbs. The words hung in the air, sealing my fate. Soren's eyes gleamed with triumph, a predator who had just claimed his prize. My body still buzzed from the orgasm, skin sticky with sweat and his cum drying on my chest. But the ache between my legs demanded more, a hunger that curiosity had ignited and now refused to extinguish.He extended a hand, pulling me to my feet. His touch was firm, possessive, fingers wrapping around my wrist like a cuff. "Smart choice, Aria. But choices have prices. You'll learn that tonight." He led me toward the bed, the massive frame looming like an altar. The posts, dark wood polished to a sheen, held those hidden restraints, glinting faintly in the sconce light.I followed, heart pounding. This wasn't just sex; it was surrender. As a bartender, I'd seen plenty of deals struck in the shadows of Eclipse—women trading favors for status, men losing fortunes on a whim. But this felt personal,

"Elowen Hart. The woman who's been gunning for my company like a shark in a feeding frenzy."Julian's words hung in the air, his voice a mix of amusement and something sharper, like the edge of a blade. I stared at him, my body still humming from the orgasm he'd wrung out of me, cum leaking down my inner thigh, but my mind reeled. The alcove felt smaller now, the velvet curtains closing in as the club's bass throbbed mockingly outside. My dress hung askew, breasts still exposed, nipples sore from his mouth. I yanked the fabric up, covering myself, heat flooding my cheeks not from pleasure but fury."Julian Kade," I spat, stepping back until the wall pressed into my spine again. “You've been sabotaging my deals, stealing my clients. And now this? You fucked me without knowing it was me?"He adjusted his pants, zipping up with a casual flick, but his eyes never left mine. The silver mask still hid half his face, but I knew that smirk, the one from boardroom photos and leaked emails. T