บททั้งหมดของ Naughty Tales: A Dark Collection Of Steamy Stories : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

AmyThe afterglow envelops me, heavy and warm, like a soft, silken haze. My body feels spent, yet my mind is still racing, replaying every touch, every naughty word, every moment that brought me to this point.Lestat smirks down at me before grabbing a towel from the side table. "You look like you just got thoroughly fucked."I roll my eyes, but the lazy smile creeping onto my lips gives me away. "Gee, I wonder why."He chuckles, crouching next to me as he gently wipes my face. "Can’t have you leaving here looking like you’ve been completely ruined," he says, dragging the towel over my chin and cheeks, his thumb delicately smoothing away the smudged mascara under my eyes. "Even though you totally have."I swat at him weakly. "You're so helpful.""I try," he says, the teasing edge never leaving his voice.Kenny steps away throwing on cloths, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I need to figure out how we’re getting out of here without Dan spotting us."He doesn’t wait for a r

Tessa The night air kissed my skin as I stepped out of the hotel, the city humming around me, alive with possibility. Ahead, Fantasies glowed like a beacon in the darkness, its neon sign casting a sultry red light over the line of eager patrons waiting to get inside. The steady pulse of bass spilled onto the street, a low, seductive thrum that vibrated through the pavement, up my legs, sinking into my bones.I paused for half a second, breath catching, my heart pounding in a wild, erratic rhythm. This was it. I could turn back now. Call a car. Pretend I never wanted this.Or—I could step forward.I smoothed my hands down the fabric of my dress, the silk whispering beneath my fingertips, and lifted my chin. No hesitation. No second-guessing.Not tonight.The people around me were buzzing with excitement, their conversations blending with the distant thrum of music. A couple ahead of me exchanged whispered words, their hands wandering over each other like they couldn’t wait another se

Tessa Before I could respond, his hands were on me—confident, practiced, deliberate. The brush of silk against my skin, the firm tug of fabric as he tied a blindfold over my eyes. The world plunged into darkness, my senses sharpening in its absence. Every shift in the air, every movement he made, sent electric tingles along my skin.His lips hovered near my ear, breath warm, teasing. “I like pets who know how to obey. You’d better follow instructions.”A thrill curled low in my belly, a dangerous mix of nerves and need. “I’ve never been very good at that,” I teased, voice laced with challenge.A sharp crack—his palm landing on my ass—made me gasp. The sting was immediate, spreading heat through my skin, down between my thighs."Then let's work on fixing that," he said smoothly, the warning, his voice unmistakable. "I will decide when you get to see again. And don’t even think about touching the blindfold."The weight of surrender pressed into my chest, a delicious, unexpected thrill.

TessaA shiver ran through me as my initial hesitation melted into fascination. The rhythm of their bodies, the way she surrendered to it, the way he commanded it—it was mesmerizing. Their moans weren’t just sounds; they were echoes of pleasure I could feel curling through my own body, whispering dark invitations to my mind.It wasn’t just them on display.It was me, too.The way my breath quickened. The way my thighs clenched. The way my nipples tightened beneath the scrap of dress still clinging to my body. I was suddenly hyperaware of the people around me, of The Fox’s eyes drinking in my every reaction.He moved closer, his presence enveloping me, his warmth chasing the lingering chill from my exposed skin. His breath skimmed the shell of my ear, low and deliberate.“Do you like being watched,” he murmured, his hands ghosting down my sides, teasing the curve of my hips, “or do you prefer to watch?”A slow, aching pulse throbbed between my legs.I didn’t need to answer.The Fox m

TessaThe moment the hotel room door clicked shut behind us, the air between us turned molten. There was no pretense, no hesitation—just raw, unfiltered need. His mouth crashed into mine, a bruising kiss that left no room for doubt. His hands were everywhere, rough and reverent all at once, peeling the dress from my body like it had offended him by keeping my skin from his.I clawed at his shirt, desperate to feel him, to press my body against his without the barrier of fabric between us. When I shoved it off his shoulders, my fingers traced over the hard planes of his chest, the firm ridges of muscle, the evidence of a man who knew discipline and control.And fuck, that control was unraveling right in front of me.With a sudden, commanding grip, he seized my waist and threw me onto the bed, the movement effortless, sending a delicious thrill straight through me. My breath caught as he stripped off the rest of his clothes, his body revealed in the dim hotel lighting. Older, sculpted