All Chapters of House Of Lust & Moonlight: A collection of filthy Desires: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Amarissa¥The car rolled to a smooth stop outside the Meridian Ballroom, and the driver came around to open the door. Cool night air washed over my bare shoulders as I stepped out, the long black gown whispering against my legs. Michael followed right behind me, his hand settling lightly at the small of my back. The red carpet stretched ahead, lined with photographers and the low hum of conversation from guests already making their way inside.“You look incredible,” Michael said softly, leaning in so only I could hear. His smile was warm, easy. “Ready to shake some trees tonight?”I managed a small laugh, adjusting the thin strap of my dress. “As ready as I’ll ever be. Let’s see which board members get nervous when we start asking real questions.”We walked together through the entrance, the bright lights and soft music enveloping us. The ballroom was stunning with high ceilings, glittering chandeliers, tables dressed in crisp white with silver accents. Waiters moved through the crowd

Amarissa¥I woke up with my heart already pounding, the sheets tangled around my legs like they were trying to hold me down. The guest room in Sophia’s apartment was quiet, but the silence felt heavy, watchful. I lay there for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, trying to calm my breathing. The necklace rested between my breasts, unnaturally as if it had been alive all night, absorbing my fear and giving it back to me.I sat up slowly, pressing a hand to the crimson pendant. It pulsated faintly under my palm, almost like a second heartbeat. I told myself it was just paranoia, the stress from everything that had happened. But the feeling of being watched wouldn’t leave me. Every small sound in the apartment — the hum of the fridge, the distant traffic, made my skin prickle.I dragged myself to the bathroom and turned on the shower. The hot water beat against my skin, but it didn’t wash away the memories. My hand slipped between my thighs almost on its own, fingers finding my swollen

Velvet ObsessionAmarissa¥The sound of tires on gravel outside the motel room pulled me from my thoughts. I froze, the duffel bag half-packed on the bed. My heart raced as I moved to the window, peering through a narrow gap in the curtains. A black sedan sat in the lot, engine running, headlights off. No one should be arriving at this hour. The fear that had been building since the police station surged through me.I grabbed the last of my clothes and shoved them into the bag, fingers fumbling with the zipper. “I have to leave,” I whispered to myself. “Right now. Before whoever that is finds me.”The knock on the door came. Three measured raps. I gripped the knife from the kitchenette, knuckles white. “Who is it?”“Room service,” a voice answered. Too familiar.Michael.My stomach dropped. How had he found me so quickly? I backed away from the door, eyes darting around the small room for another exit. The bathroom window was too narrow. The fear was a living weight in my chest, makin

Velvet ObsessionAmarissa¥The playroom glowed under the warm light of wall sconces. I stood with my arms raised high, wrists locked in padded leather cuffs suspended from the ceiling chain. My body was fully displayed for him, every inch exposed and trembling with need. Ledger moved around me like a predator, his dark curls tousled from earlier passion, the open black shirt revealing the strong lines of his chest and the edge of his tattoo. His presence filled the room, commanding and undeniable.He dragged the soft tails of the flogger across my breasts, then my stomach, teasing. The anticipation built until my breath came in short gasps. When the first strike landed across my thighs, the impact bloomed into a deep, radiating sensation that made me arch. He built a steady rhythm, alternating between my back, my ass, and my front, each controlled stroke drawing moans from my throat.The mate bond amplified everything. I felt his desire, his fierce protectiveness, and the heavy weight

The Alpha’s Forbidden NunWinter Hardy’s POVHave you ever felt like your entire life was a prayer… until the world demanded you choose between God and survival?My name is Winter Hardy. Nineteen years old. Raised behind the sacred walls of St. Agnes Seminary since I was five. I have never known the touch of a man. I have never tasted freedom. And until three weeks ago, I truly believed I was destined to become a reverend sister, to live a life of purity, service, and devotion.But God sometimes tests us in ways we never expect.I knelt in the small chapel, rosary beads slipping through my fingers as I whispered the familiar prayers. The scent of incense and old wood surrounded me like a comforting embrace. This place had been my home, my sanctuary, my everything. The only world I had ever known.“Lord, give me strength,” I whispered, forehead pressed to the cool stone floor. “Help me carry this cross You have placed before me.”My father was dying.He had been sick for years, his bod