All Chapters of TWISTED ECSTASY: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

42 Chapters

Raw-Ridden Into Alliance (Part 2)

The central pole snaps with a sharp crack that cuts through the storm's roar. Canvas rips wider overhead, and a wave of sand surges into the tent like a living thing, half-burying lanterns and plunging everything into flickering chaos.I lunge for the ropes, heart hammering, but Kael is faster. All those years riding across dunes and fighting for survival have left him powerful, even after the denial I forced on him. One brutal twist of his wrists, and the vermilion scarves finally give way.He is on me before I can retreat.His hands clamp around my upper arms, spinning me around before shoving me down onto the huge pile of trade silks dominating the center of the tent. Bolts of crimson, emerald, gold, and deep sapphire spill everywhere, creating a soft, shifting bed that offers no resistance. Sand clings to the oil still gleaming on his chest as he presses his body against my back. His cock, still rigid and furious from everything I withheld, slides hot between my thighs."Enough of

Raw-Ridden Into Alliance (Part 3)

Dawn light filters through the torn canvas in pale gold streaks, painting the ruined interior of my tent in soft hues. The storm has finally moved on, leaving behind a heavy silence broken only by the occasional whisper of settling sand. The air smells of spent myrrh, cooling sweat, and the faint metallic tang of the desert after rain. Bolts of silk lie scattered everywhere, many of them marked by our bodies and dusted with fine grit.I am still straddling Kael, his cock settled deep inside me, half-hard and slowly recovering. His hands rest on my hips with a possessiveness that feels strangely right after the chaos. We watch each other in the quiet, our breathing steady, our bodies marked by bites, scratches, and streaks of sand.Neither of us speaks. I feel the subtle twitch of him inside me as blood flows back, the warmth of his skin against mine, and the way grains of sand cling to the drying sweat on our bodies. My thighs ache pleasantly from hours of tension and release. I study

Pollen Orgy (Part 1)

“Fuck me, Scott,” I mutter, hauling myself up a vine as thick as my thigh. “This isn’t on the map.” I lead the way. Typical me. Always the one charging ahead with my machete and my big mouth. Then the ground gives way beneath my boot. Not a trap, exactly, but a collapse into a sunken basin overgrown with flowers the size of small cars. Their petals shimmer in hues I have never seen outside fever dreams, violent purples bleeding into glowing golds, their centers pulsing faintly as though they have heartbeats. Behind me, the others tumble down after me in a tangle of curses and laughter. Becky, our botanist with the sharp tongue and even sharper hips, lands on her ass and immediately bursts into laughter. “Of course you drag us straight into the one spot that looks like a giant's wet dream. Smell that? It's as if someone spiked the air with pure horniness.” Javier, our quiet photographer who somehow always ends up shirtless by midday, helps her to her feet but doesn't let go

Pollen Orgy (Part 2)

All our jaws drop.“Scott, Javier, I know you guys are seeing this absolute madness rising up,” Becky mutters. “That giant stalk can devour the whole damn group and still ask for dessert afterward.”Javier presses closer, his eyes glued to the towering central formation. “Devour might be too polite. Those fat appendages dripping everywhere haven't even reached us, and my body already volunteers for whatever depraved shit they have planned. I should probably panic, but instead I just want them to hurry up.”I try to steady my breathing as another thick wave of golden spores washes over us. “We are beyond screwed, and I mean that in the most literal, dripping way possible. Still no real objections from me yet. Where the hell did Zayn and Giselle disappear to earlier? We lost them back in that vine mess.”The basin floor shakes again. Two sturdy vines whip up from the edges, yanking the missing pair straight into our midst. Zayn, the bossy expedition leader who always barked orders, now

Pollen Orgy (Part 3)

The glowing core swallows us whole.There is no pain, only a rush of liquid heat pouring over every inch of our skin like molten honey. Tendrils draw us deeper, five bodies tumbling together into a chamber of pulsing golden walls that breathe with us. The opening seals shut behind us, and the outside world disappears. No jungle sounds. No distant rustle of leaves. Only the wet heartbeat of the entity and the slick glide of our limbs tangling in the warm, viscous fluid filling the chamber.I gasp, or try to, but the air itself is thick with nectar. Every breath floods my lungs with sweet, mind-melting pollen. My doubled cocks, still throbbing from the frenzy, brush someone's thigh, Becky's, I think, or maybe Giselle's, and the contact sends sparks racing through the shared circuit we've forged.“Fuck... it's everywhere,” Zayn groans, his voice vibrating through my chest. We're crushed so close I feel his heart hammering in perfect sync with mine. Every trace of his usual command has un

Safe House, Unsafe Holes (Part 1)

RHYS Rain pounds the roof as though it holds a personal grudge. I stand at the window with the lights off, the Glock heavy in my hand, watching the driveway through a narrow gap in the blinds. Nine days in this godforsaken coastal shack, and every shadow feels like the end. My body aches from sleeping on the floor. My thoughts never stop circling. One wrong move, and I'm dead. Headlights pierce the downpour. A single vehicle. My pulse quickens. I rack the slide, press my back to the wall beside the door, and wait. The engine dies. A door slams. Footsteps splash through puddles, followed by a sharp knock that rattles the frame. “Open the damn door, Wilder. It's me.” A woman's voice. Low, irritated, familiar enough to make my shoulders loosen a fraction. I crack the door, gun still raised. She stands there soaked to the bone, hair plastered to her face, a white shirt molded to every curve, black jeans streaked with mud around the knees. Camilla Duvall. The handler's daughter.

Safe House, Unsafe Holes (Part 2)

CAMILLA My tires crunch over the gravel as I kill the engine a good distance away and cover the rest of the path on foot. My laptop bag hangs from one shoulder, a small toolkit gripped in my hand. With every step, yesterday's fuck replays in my head. The way Rhys Wilder took me on that kitchen table. The way I let him. What's even crazier is that I wanted it. I shouldn’t be going back this soon. The excuse about removing the tracker is flimsy, but my father bought it without blinking. He still thinks I’m just the reliable cryptographer daughter who follows orders and keeps her questions to herself. He has no idea how many of his files I’ve cracked. Rhys didn’t end up in the shack by accident. He was deep undercover in the Coastal Task Force, a special unit that was supposed to dismantle smuggling rings moving everything from drugs to stolen weapons along this stretch of coastline. Turns out the unit itself was rotten. Rhys started feeding evidence up the chain: recordings, finan

Safe House, Unsafe Holes (Part 3)

We stay on the couch after I show him the files. Naked, our skin still warm from what we did earlier, our laptops open in front of us. Rhys sits with one arm draped along the back of the couch, his tattooed fingers occasionally brushing my shoulder while I work. The shattered badge on his chest catches the lamplight whenever he leans forward to point at something on the screen.I pull up more decrypted layers, cross-referencing timestamps and account numbers. The deeper we dig, the worse it looks. Rhys says nothing, absorbing everything, but I can feel the tension building in his body like a storm gathering force.“You really think your father is this deep in it?” he asks as I scroll through another chain of messages.“I don't think about it anymore. I know it.” I highlight a transfer record and zoom in so he can see the details. “This payment goes through an account he has full access to. It happens a few days after you send your last report from inside the task force. The timing isn

Safe House, Unsafe Holes (Part 4)

RHYSKnocks come again, louder this time. I feel that familiar shift in my body, the survival instinct that has kept me alive when everyone around me waited for me to slip up. Camilla stands beside me, her small pistol steady in her hand. She gives me a quick nod. There is no panic in her eyes, only that sharp, focused stare I have grown to respect.With my Glock hidden behind my leg, I ease the door open.The man standing there wears a wrinkled suit, a detective's badge clipped to his belt. He raises both hands, palms open, trying to appear nonthreatening.“Easy, Wilder. I'm Detective Ramirez,” he says. “I just want to talk. No need for this to get ugly.”I do not lower my gun. “You can talk from right there.”He glances past me at Camilla before looking back at me. “Your handler sent me,” he continues. “He says things have gotten... complicated. He wants you to come in quietly. Both of you. He thinks we can still fix this without more bodies dropping.”Camilla steps forward. “My fa

Scent Of Sin (Part 1)

Seven years with Jett, and I've accepted that sex with him is just... okay. He climbs on top, does his thing, mutters, “You're so hot,” like he's reading from a script, then checks his phone right after. I smile, tell him it was great, and spend the rest of the night staring at the ceiling, wondering why my body keeps craving something that actually consumes me. I never told him about the quiet thoughts I have about women. I barely admitted them to myself.Until her.Madame Vivienne Laurent.She's the French perfumer who recently arrived at the fragrance company. Piercing blue eyes and a voice that makes every sentence sound like a secret. She's one of the greatest noses alive. Legend says she can identify thousands of individual scent molecules. Everyone in the lab whispers about her. Everyone knows she only sleeps with women.A few days ago, she pulled me aside after a team meeting and told me she had a new project. Something that's never been done before. She needed one willing tes

1 2 3 4 5

SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP