Todos os capítulos de VELVET INFERNO: WHERE PLEASURE SCORCHES : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 5

The late afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of Hawthorne University’s main lecture hall, casting long golden shafts across the rows of wooden desks. Emma Harper clutched her notebook to her chest as she slipped into the back row, heart hammering. At nineteen, transferring mid-semester felt like walking into a lion’s den. New city, new campus, new everything. Her dark wavy hair fell over one shoulder, and she tugged at the hem of her short plaid skirt, suddenly self-conscious about how much leg it showed.Professor Lang droned on about modernist poetry, but Emma’s attention drifted. Two boys three rows ahead kept glancing back. The first had messy chestnut hair and a lean, athletic build. Alex, she’d overheard someone call him. His white button-down was rolled to the elbows, revealing toned forearms. The second, Jordan, sat beside him: broader shoulders, dark skin, a quiet intensity in his deep brown eyes. He wore a fitted black tee that hinted at the muscle beneath. Both

Amila’s heart raced as she sat on the edge of the examination table in Dr. Sean’s private clinic. The room smelled of antiseptic and his subtle cologne. A crisp, masculine scent that had haunted her fantasies for the past two years. At twenty, she was no longer the shy teenager who accompanied her mother to appointments. She was a woman with needs, and every single one of them centered on the tall, authoritative man currently reviewing her chart.Dr. Sean was forty-two, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones a dark stubble, and piercing gray eyes that always seemed to see straight through her. He wore his white coat over a fitted black shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms corded with veins. Amila had touched herself countless nights imagining those hands on her body.“Any new symptoms, Amila?” he asked, his deep voice professional yet carrying that low timbre that made her thighs clench.She swallowed, her nipples already tightening beneath her thin sundress. “Not r

Mira froze beneath Kevin, her body still clenching around his cock. Kevin went rigid, buried deep inside her.The door clicked shut. Footsteps sounded in the hallway.“Mira? You home? I brought the wine you...oh shit.”Lena stood in the living room entrance, keys still in one hand, a bottle of red wine in the other. Her eyes widened as she took in the scene: Mira completely naked on the couch, legs wrapped around Kevin, his pants shoved down, cock clearly buried inside her sister-in-law.For a long second, no one moved.Lena’s gaze flicked from Mira’s flushed face to Kevin’s tense shoulders, then down to where their bodies were joined. Instead of shock or anger, something darker and hotter flashed across her expression.“I… forgot you mentioned Kevin was dropping something off,” Lena said, voice strangely calm. Her eyes stayed locked on them. “Didn’t realize it included this.”Mira’s heart hammered. She should feel mortified. She should push Kevin off and scramble for clothes. Instead