บททั้งหมดของ Heated Pleasure : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Riven didn't give her a second to breathe. The moment the bathroom door clicked shut, he slammed her back against the cold tile, his body pinning hers with a weight that felt like a claim. He didn't waste time with words. His mouth crashed onto hers, a bruising, hungry kiss that tasted of desperation and ownership. His hands were everywhere, frantic and precise, ripping at her clothes. He tore the fabric away, stripping her bare until she stood shivering, not from cold, but from the sheer intensity of his presence. He stripped himself just as fast, his cock springing free, hard and pulsing, already leaking with the need to be inside her.He pulled her closer, his chest grinding against her breasts. He dropped his head, his mouth locking onto one nipple, sucking it hard. He chewed and pulled, treating her breast like a meal, and Liora let out a sharp moan that echoed off the walls. He didn't stop there. While his mouth continued to devour her chest, his hand slid down, his fingers divi

Riven didn't give her a second to breathe. He flipped her over with a sudden, rough motion, pinning her face-down into the pillows before sliding back inside her. Liora let out a choked moan, her hips instinctively arching to meet every heavy, driving thrust. He was hitting her deep, claiming her with a rhythm that left her dizzy and breathless."Ride me," he commanded, his voice a low growl against her skin.Liora pushed herself up, her muscles trembling. She gripped his shoulders for balance and slowly lowered herself onto his cock. The sensation of him filling her completely made her head swim. She began to move, sliding up and down on him, her pussy clamping tight around his thickness with every descent. The friction was intense, building a pressure in her gut that she couldn't escape. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest, her breath coming in short, jagged gasps."I'm... I'm going to cum," she whimpered, her pace quickening.Riven sat up abruptly, his strong

ElaraI didn't sleep a wink. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that invitation email and felt the crushing weight of Miller’s expectations. I spent the morning obsessing over my outfit, choosing something that screamed professional but didn't look like I was trying too hard. I needed to look like a journalist who belonged in the room with a man like Chase Caruso, not some desperate girl hoping for a scrap of attention. By the time I stepped out of my apartment, my nerves were a tight knot in my gut, and I could feel the caffeine from my third espresso vibrating in my fingertips.The Caruso Group headquarters was a monolith of glass and steel that seemed to swallow everything around it. Walking through the front doors felt like entering a different dimension—one where the air was filtered and the people moved with a calculated, cold precision. I walked straight to the reception desk, my heels clicking on the marble.The receptionist didn't even look up at first. She was typing away wi

Elara povI stood there in the middle of the lobby, my chest heaving and my mind racing through every single way this was going to blow up in my face. The sterile air felt heavy, like it was pressing down on me, reminding me that I was currently standing in the belly of the beast. I couldn't stop thinking about the look on Chase Caruso's face when that water hit him, and the sheer audacity of my own temper. Why the hell couldn't I just keep my mouth shut and act like a professional? I had spent months trying to get a foot in the door of the Caruso Group, and in one single moment of uncontrolled rage, I had probably burned the bridge and salted the earth behind me. I was convinced that by the time I had walked back to my own office, the phone would already be ringing with a call that would end my career before lunch.The walk back to my desk felt like a march to the gallows. Every person I passed seemed to be judging me, though they didn't even know what I'd done. I kept imagining the

Elara povAfter signing that piece of paper, my life turned into a blur of following Chase Caruso everywhere like some kind of loyal pet. I wasn't just a journalist anymore; I was his personal shadow, tasked with documenting every breath he took while trying to meet standards that seemed to change every five minutes. It had been four days since this nightmare started, and I had already learned that impressing him was an impossible task. He had made it clear from the start that he would review every single word I wrote about him, and his version of a review was basically a demolition project.Today, I actually thought I might see my own bed before dawn. I had spent hours polishing the drafts, tweaking the tone, and making sure every detail was exactly how he liked it. I was practically vibrating with the hope of leaving the office on time, but Chase had other plans. He decided he needed to work a night shift, and in his typical demanding fashion, he told me I had to stay right in front