Lahat ng Kabanata ng Masked Sinful Temptations: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

CHAPTER ONE “You’re dripping for me already, Mrs. Perfect Wife… and your husband is still out there promising you forever.”Damien’s low, mocking growl vibrated against my ear the second his strong hand clamped around my wrist in the glittering ballroom. My heart slammed against my ribs as champagne glasses clinked and laughter swirled around us like nothing was wrong.I was supposed to be celebrating. I had just married Mark. Yet here I was, being dragged through a side door by the one man who could ruin everything with a single sentence.“Damien, stop—” I hissed, but he didn’t. He shoved me into the private bridal bathroom and slammed the lock with a loud, final click.The heavy scent of white roses still clung to my veil, but all I could smell now was him dark cologne, raw masculinity, and pure sin.“It’s my fucking wedding day!” I whispered furiously, backing up until my hips hit the cold marble sink. My white gown rustled loudly, the layers of silk and tulle suddenly feeling l

THREE MONTHS LATERThe apartment was quiet except for the soft hum of the fridge. Sophia paced the living room, her hands shaking as she typed the message: “We need to end this. Meet me at the old place in one hour. Last time. I mean it.”She hit send before she could change her mind.An hour later, she stood in the dimly lit living room of the small downtown apartment where their affair had first started. Her heart pounded so hard she felt sick. She had rehearsed the words a hundred times: “This is over. I’m staying with Mark. Don’t contact me again.”The door opened. Damien stepped in, tall and dangerous in a black shirt that hugged his muscled chest. That familiar devilish smirk curved his lips the moment he saw her.“Sophia,” he drawled, closing the door behind him with a soft click. “You look nervous. Come to say goodbye?”She swallowed hard and lifted her chin. “Yes. I’m serious this time, Damien. What we’re doing is destroying me. I can’t keep betraying Mark. It ends tonight

It was the head of campus security, a stern older man who knew Elena well.Elena panicked, trying to push Alexander away, but he refused to pull out. Instead, he clamped one hand over her mouth again and kept slowly grinding deep inside her, his cock still rock-hard and twitching.“Answer him,” he whispered, eyes gleaming with dark thrill. “Tell him you’re almost done… while I stay buried in your dripping cunt.”Her voice shook as she called out, barely controlled. “I’m… finishing up! Give me five minutes, please!”The security guard paused. “Alright, but make it quick. Building closes in ten.”As his footsteps moved away, Alexander grinned wickedly and started thrusting again deeper, faster, more urgent.“You almost got us caught,” he growled against her neck. “And it made you even wetter. My perfect, risky little professor.”THE NEXT MORNING ~ NEW YORK The lecture hall was almost empty, the late evening light casting a soft glow through the high windows. Professor Elena Voss sat

The elevator ride to the penthouse was torture. Kane kept her pressed against the mirrored wall, two fingers buried deep in her soaked pussy while his mouth claimed hers in a filthy kiss. Every time the car slowed he withdrew his fingers and made her suck them clean, eyes locked on hers.By the time the doors opened on the sixtieth floor, Emma’s legs were jelly.His apartment was all dark wood and glass, city lights sparkling like diamonds below. She didn’t get to admire it long. Kane lifted her like she weighed nothing, tossed her over his shoulder, and carried her straight to the bedroom.He dropped her on the massive bed and stripped. Emma’s mouth watered at the sight of him naked chiseled abs, powerful thighs, and that magnificent cock jutting out, angry and leaking.“Clothes off. Now.”She hurried to obey, fingers trembling on buttons. When she was naked he crawled over her, caging her in with his body. His mouth found her breasts, sucking one nipple hard while rolling the

The next morning, Elena woke up in the big Victorian bed with a smile on her face. Her body felt sore in the best way from Mike’s thick cock stretching her the day before. She touched the faint marks on her thighs and whispered to herself, “Finally, I feel wanted.”Her phone buzzed. It was Richard. “Elena, can we talk? I’m sorry about yesterday. Let me come home and explain.”She laughed softly into the phone. “Explain? Richard, I deleted those dirty messages, but I can’t delete how neglected you made me feel for a whole year. Stay at your hotel. I’m done pretending everything is fine. I need space… and I need a real man who sees me.”Richard tried to argue, but she hung up. For the first time, she felt strong. She spent the morning cleaning the house, humming happily, her thin robe barely covering her full breasts. Around noon, a familiar knock came at the back door.“Elena? It’s Mike again,” he called, his deep voice full of that flirty warmth. “The sink still needs my attentio