บททั้งหมดของ Yearning (A short collection of yearning tales) : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Riley’s POV"You think you can just slip in here and take what isn't yours?"His voice sliced through the shadows like a blade, low and commanding, stopping me dead in my tracks. I froze behind the massive oak desk in the penthouse office, my gloved fingers inches from the safe's keypad. Heart pounding, I spun around, but the room was pitch black except for the faint glow of city lights filtering through the blinds. Footsteps echoed, deliberate and unhurried, closing in from the doorway."Show yourself," I demanded, keeping my tone steady despite the adrenaline surging through my veins. I was Riley Rodman, the best cat burglar in the city, and I didn't get caught. Ever. But tonight, something felt off from the start. The alarms hadn't tripped, the guards were ghosts, and now this voice—smooth, accented, wrapping around me like smoke.A click, and the desk lamp flickered on, bathing the room in warm amber. There he stood, Damien Locke, head of security for the elite Locke Enterprises.

Lila’s POVI waited until my shift ended the next night before I texted Lucas. My fingers shook as I typed the simple message.“It is Lila.”His reply came in seconds.“My driver will pick you up at 11. Wear something easy to remove.”My stomach flipped. I finished my shift in a haze, tips forgotten. At home I showered, shaved everything smooth, and slipped on a simple black dress that hugged my breasts and barely covered my ass. No bra. No panties. The cool night air brushed my bare pussy as I waited outside my apartment.The black car arrived right on time. The driver said nothing as he took me to a quiet part of the Hollywood Hills. The house was modern and massive, all glass and warm lights glowing against the dark. Lucas opened the door himself.He wore a white shirt open at the collar and dark pants. The second I stepped inside he pulled me against him and kissed me hard. His hands slid under my dress and grabbed my bare ass.“Good girl,” he murmured against my mouth. “No underw

Lila’s POVThe days after meeting Victor turned into a blur of secret pleasure and growing feelings.I kept working at the bar, but my mind was never fully there. Every shift I felt the soreness between my legs, the faint ache in my ass, the way my nipples stayed sensitive against my uniform. Lucas, Julian, and Victor texted me constantly. Dirty messages that made me wet while I poured drinks. Sweet ones that made my chest feel warm.One night after a long shift, the black car waited for me again. This time they took me to Victor’s private yacht docked in Marina del Rey. The boat was huge and luxurious, with a big bedroom below deck and wide decks open to the night air.All three men were waiting when I stepped on board. They wore casual shirts and pants, but their eyes burned with the same hunger.Victor pulled me close first. “We missed you, Lila.”He kissed me deep while Lucas and Julian watched. Then all three of them undressed me right there on the main deck under the stars. Hand

Elena’s POVI stepped out of the cab and stared at the massive gates of the estate. My heart pounded hard in my chest. It had been years since I last saw him, my stepbrother Alex. He was not blood, but family all the same. Our parents married when we were kids, and now, with Dad gone and Mom remarried to someone else, Alex was the only tie left to that old life. He had messaged me out of the blue, inviting me to stay at his place. Billionaire now, he said. Successful in tech or something. I needed the break anyway. My job sucked, rent was killing me, and I felt lost.The gates swung open, and a driver in a crisp uniform took my bag. The house loomed ahead, all glass and stone, overlooking the ocean. Waves crashed below the cliffs. I smoothed my skirt, feeling small. Alex waited on the steps, tall and sharp in a button-down shirt that hugged his broad shoulders. His dark hair was tousled, eyes locking on me with an intensity that made my stomach flip."Elena," he said, voice deep and

Elena’s POVAlex returned late that night, the door clicking shut behind him. I waited in bed, sheets pulled up, heart racing. The house felt too quiet without him. He looked tired, suit rumpled, but his eyes lit up when he saw me. "Elena," he said, voice low. Crossed the room quick, sitting on the edge. His hand found my cheek, thumb stroking soft."Missed you," I whispered, sitting up. The shirt I wore slipped off one shoulder, exposing skin. He leaned in, kissed me deep, tongue sliding in warm. Hands roamed, pulling me closer. Heat built fast, body responding to his touch.He undressed slow, shirt off first, revealing his chest. I traced muscles, nails light. Pants next, cock springing free, hard already. I wrapped my fingers around it, stroking base to tip. He groaned, head falling back. "Need your mouth."I slid down, kneeling between his legs. Lips parted, took the head in, sucking gentle. Tongue licked the slit, tasting salt. He threaded fingers in my hair, guiding light. I bob