All Chapters of The Devil's Favorite Chef: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The private dining room reeked of smoke, truffle, and money.Victoria Stone shifted the strap of her silk slip dress and tried to look like she belonged, though she was painfully aware that she didn’t. The only reason she was here at all was Marcus - the collector who had just dropped six figures on her biggest painting - had begged her to come.“You’ll love it,” he promised.“Sebastian Montez is cooking tonight. Trust me, it’s an experience.”But this wasn’t just an “experience.” Victoria felt like she had stepped straight into someone else’s sin.— The table was pitch black, obsidian, and only twelve seats lined its edges. Warm, dim amber light spilled over everything, leaving faces half in shadow. No menus and no phones were allowed. At the head of the table stood Sebastian Montez.He moved like the room was his, because it was. He wore a black chef’s jacket that looked tailored for sin more than service. He was tall and had a commanding presence, dark hair, a sculpted jaw, and h

Victoria’s loft felt too quiet when she finally got home. She slipped off her heels right at the door, letting the cool floor ease the ache in her feet. All she wanted was to stand by the big windows, staring out at the city lights that blinked below her. She stayed there a while, unmoving, letting the night wrap around her.Her whole body still buzzed. Between her legs, she was still wet, aching and hypersensitive. Every movement brought back Sebastian’s words in the garden, the almost-kiss, that hungry promise in his voice. He had told her he wanted to taste her - slow and deep. She squeezed her thighs together again as the memory came back, hoping it would help relieve the ache between her thighs, but it only sharpened the feeling.She went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of red wine. The color looked stunning in the apartment’s low light, but the first sip didn’t help at all. The heat inside her stayed. Her mind just kept looping those moments - his breath on her sk

The marble counter was icy against Victoria’s bare skin. Sebastian stood between her thighs, eyes fixed on hers, hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. She knew the marks would be there tomorrow - something about that thought made her shiver, sending just a little thrill under her skin.“You taste even better than I imagined,” he muttered, then kissed her again, deep and hungry. She could still taste herself on his tongue, and that dirty, intimate flavor made her even wetter. Her pussy clenched around nothing as fresh slickness coated her folds.Victoria’s hands moved, fast and impatient. Buttons scattered as she pulled open his black shirt, palms gliding over his chest. He felt strong and real - warm, solid muscle and a few old scars. She traced one of his scars and felt him tense, sucking in a sharp breath.“Careful,” Sebastian said, half-laughing. “Keep that up, this ends way too fast. Faster than either of us intends it to.”“I don’t care,” she whispered, bol

Victoria spent the morning attempting to concentrate on her painting, standing before a large canvas in her loft with a brush in hand. But her thoughts kept returning to Sebastian - the way he’d kissed her goodbye and the rough words he had said to her at the door. Just remembering it made her wet.Around noon, her phone buzzed.It was him.“Come to dinner tonight,” he texted.“Something low-key. Just a few people. I want you there.”She smiled and replied quickly, “I have work. Deadlines.”His answer came instantly. “Cancel them. Wear the black dress from last night. I’ll send a car at seven.”She stared at the message. Her mind told her that she should refuse - for God's sake, she had real responsibilities. But, then, her body remembered how he felt inside her and how his voice alone could make her ache. Before she could reconsider, she typed, “Okay.”At seven, a sleek black car arrived. Victoria wore the same deep velvet dress from their first night together - tight, revealing her

Victoria spent the next few days trying to catch up on her work. She told herself she would stay focused and get right back on schedule. But every time she sat down to paint, as if on cue, her thoughts went straight back to Sebastian.She was thinking of the way he had looked at her when he said he wanted more than just sex, the way he had fucked her so deep and possessive, and the way he had invited her to the charity gala like it was the most natural thing in the world.She was completely hooked.On the night of the gala, the black car picked her up at seven thirty. Victoria wore a long, elegant black gown with a deep slit up one leg and a low back. She felt nervous and excited at the same time. This was not just any event. This was going to be very public.When she arrived at the grand hotel ballroom, Sebastian was waiting for her near the entrance. He looked incredible in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo. The moment he saw her, his eyes darkened with hunger. “You look fucking bea