บททั้งหมดของ Heated Pleasure : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The relentless downpour transformed the city into a shimmering veil, each drop a cold accusation against Liora's skin as she huddled beneath the lamppost. Her body trembled not just from the chill seeping into her bones, but from the storm raging within—betrayal's sharp edges slicing through the fragile hope she'd carried into Thorne's home just hours before. The ring she'd chosen, simple yet symbolic of a shared future, now felt like a mocking weight in her pocket, its promise dissolved in the flood of tears mingling with rainwater. She pressed her forehead against the metal pole, the rough texture grounding her as sobs wracked her frame, raw and unfiltered. Headlights pierced the gloom, slowing to a crawl beside her. The window descended with a soft whir, and a voice emerged from the shadows, familiar in a way that twisted her gut. 'Well, well, what do we have here?' It was Riven—Thorne's shadow, the man whose name alone could ignite fury in her former lover's eyes. Riven, with hi

Liora descended the stairs with measured steps, the polo's hem brushing her upper thighs like a teasing whisper. The fabric, soft and oversized, clung lightly to her damp skin, the neckline dipping just enough to hint at the curve of her collarbone. Barefoot, she felt the cool hardwood beneath her soles, each creak amplifying the quiet anticipation coiling in her belly. The house enveloped her in its hush, shadows dancing from the fire's glow downstairs, drawing her toward the living room where Riven waited.He lounged by the fireplace, a tumbler in hand, the flames casting amber highlights across his sharp features. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, exposing forearms corded with subtle strength, and his eyes lifted as she entered, locking onto her form with immediate intensity. The polo rode up slightly with her movement, revealing the smooth expanse of her legs, pale and unmarked save for the faint flush from her bath. Riven's gaze traveled downward, lingering on the exposed skin, a

Liora pushed the door open ,her whole body and pussy still aching. She wasn't even walking well. She dropped her bag by the entrance and scanned the space, spotting Thorne sprawled on the couch, remote in hand. Her jaw tightened as she fixed her stare on him. “Where have you been?”He asked her "And what are you still doing here?" Thorne sat up straighter, setting the remote aside. He tilted his head, brows furrowing. "What do you mean by what am I still doing here? This is our house. Where else do you want me to be? And what the heck happened to you? You are embarrassing." He rose and approached her, steps measured. As he neared, his gaze dropped to her neck. "Is that a hickey I see? You went out there cheating on me." The accusation hit her. Audacity .Without pause, she raised her hand and struck his face with full force. The blow knocked him off balance, his body swaying as he caught himself against the wall. Rage boiled up inside her, words tumbling out in a rush. "You so

Liora stood at the bar, her fingers wrapped around a glass she barely touched. Quill had excused himself five minutes ago to work the room, leaving her alone with the clinking glasses and low murmur of rich people pretending to be busy. She scanned the crowd, cataloging faces from the briefing packet. Investors. Executives. Power players.She didn't notice the shadow in front of her until she lifted her gaze.Her stomach dropped.Thorne stood there, dressed in a suit that probably cost more than her rent. His eyes crawled over her body, slow and deliberate. The same look he gave waitresses. The same look he gave Victoria while Liora was supposed to be his girlfriend."What are you wearing?" His voice dripped with that smug, condescending tone she remembered too well. "Did you follow me here? So you're regretting it now, huh?"He looked her up and down again. Liora felt her jaw lock. She couldn't tell if she was more disgusted or impressed by the sheer size of his ego. Before she could

Riven slammed the car into park right in front of Liora’s house. The tires screeched against the asphalt, a violent punctuation to the silence that had filled the car. Liora stared at him, her eyes narrowing, her heart hammering against her ribs."How the hell do you know where I live?" she demanded.She didn't wait for him to answer. Liora shoved the door open and stepped out, the cool evening air hitting her skin. She tried to put distance between them, her heels clicking rapidly on the pavement, but Riven was faster. He climbed out of the driver's seat and followed her, his pace slow and predatory, like a wolf who had already cornered its prey."You'd be surprised at what I know about you," he said, a grin spreading across his face. He didn't sound surprised or curious; he sounded like a man who owned every piece of information he held.Liora ignored him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She reached for her keys, her fingers trembling slightly as she unlocked the front door