Lahat ng Kabanata ng Heat: Fifty Fictions For The Fevered Mind : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

The office was bathed in shadow, save for the molten amber light of the desk lamp casting long lines over Damien Voss’s chiseled jaw and the sharp lines of his dress shirt. Evelyn Hart had no idea what she was walking into when she approached that desk, her heels clicking softly on the polished floor, her hips swaying just a little too much for a “professional” late-night drop-off.Her black pencil skirt clung to her like it was painted on. The silk blouse dipped just enough at the collar to invite his gaze without technically violating any rules. But Damien didn’t care for rules—not when it came to her. He had been patient for weeks. Watching. Listening. Waiting for the perfect moment to take what had always been his.Tonight, he was done waiting.She stepped forward and offered the folder.“Final reports, sir,” she said, voice demure but with that sharp glint she always hid behind a tight smile.He didn’t take the folder.His gaze never left her body.He let the silence stretch—long

The locker room was quiet—humid and thick with the lingering scent of sweat, heat, and adrenaline. The buzz of the stadium was long gone. The lights were low, casting a golden haze over the metal lockers and tiled floor. The air still crackled with tension from the game just hours ago.Reyna Torres was waiting, perched on the edge of the wooden bench between the lockers, legs crossed, arms resting on the backrest like she owned the place. Her tight black compression shorts hugged her ass like a second skin. Her cropped training top exposed the taut lines of her stomach, the subtle curve of her underboob, and just enough to make any man stop dead in his tracks.But she wasn’t looking for any man.She was waiting for him.The heavy doors swung open with a hiss of pressure. Jace Monroe stepped in—towel around his neck, shirtless, sweat still clinging to his sculpted chest and abs, mesh shorts low on his hips, cock clearly outlined against t

The scent of incense coiled through the air like smoke on water—lotus root, sandalwood, and something darker. Deeper. The kind of aroma that didn’t simply perfume the room—it claimed it. Possessed it. And somewhere beneath that, the subtle trace of male musk, warm silk, and something indecent clinging to the floorboards of the Crown Prince’s private quarters.Lady Hayeon, second-ranked court maid, was on her knees—barefoot, spine straight, palms laid flat on her thighs as decorum demanded.Her heart thundered.She dared not look up.The folding screen before her hid His Highness, Crown Prince Jiwoon, from her gaze. And yet she could feel him—watching. She had been summoned past the curfew bell. Past propriety. Into a room where no one entered without intention.And she had spoken too freely today.In court.Before scribes.Before him.She heard movement.Then his voice—coo

ELIAS POVShe stood between us, barefoot on the hardwood floor, wearing nothing but that oversized shirt I knew she stole from my drawer. Her thighs were bare, her nipples clearly hard under the cotton, and she looked between us like she was trying to decide who she wanted first.It didn’t matter because I already knew it was me.“Ava,” I said low, stepping behind her. My hands found her hips. “Take it off.”Her breath hitched. She hesitated—not out of fear, but because she liked playing coy. Always pretending to hesitate when we both knew she was soaking wet already.I reached under the shirt, sliding my palms up her belly, slow and firm. She shivered. My fingertips brushed under her breasts. “Don’t make me say it again.”She inhaled through her nose, then pulled the shirt over her head, baring that fucking body. Smooth, soft, stomach rising and falling. Nipples flushed pink and tight, b

Her eyes rolled back. I gripped her hair and started thrusting slow and deep into her mouth, watching spit drip down her chin and onto the couch cushion below. Her hands clawed at the leather, her nails scraping helplessly.“Fuck—she’s squeezing me so tight,” Elias groaned. “She’s close. I can feel it.”I looked down at her. “You gonna come again, baby?”She nodded with my cock buried in her throat.“Come on then,” I said, voice sharp, fucking her mouth faster. “Come while you choke on me. Show us what a filthy little cumhungry slut you are.”Elias slapped her ass, grabbed her hips, and fucked her so hard the couch shook. Her muffled cry was almost a scream—guttural, wrecked,and overwhelmed.Then her whole body seized.She came again—violently—sobbing around my cock, choking on it as her pussy clamped down around Elias in waves. I heard Eli