Semua Bab HIS GUILTY PLEASURE : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Eleanor’s povThe morning sun filtered through the thin curtains of my childhood bedroom and laid warm stripes right across my bare legs where the sheet had slipped down in the night. I stretched slowly under the covers and felt that same restless itch crawling under my skin the way it always did when I came back home. College had been late nights and loud parties and the kind of freedom that left my body humming yet returning here for the summer already felt like the walls were pressing in again. My nipples tightened against the soft cotton of the old tank top I slept in and I ran one hand over the curve of my breast just to feel the weight of it while the other rested on the flat of my stomach.“Eleanor!” Mom’s voice came sharp up the stairs and cut straight through the quiet. “Marcus is coming for dinner tonight. Please try to be pleasant. He’s an important man and a successful stable. Everything we need.”I rolled onto my side and muttered under my bre

Eleanor’s povWe left the open bar and moved to a private booth in the back of the café where the light stayed lower and the seats sat deeper. Marcus guided me with one hand lightly at the small of my back, the pressure firm enough that I felt every step. The booth closed us off from the rest of the room and the moment we sat the air between us changed. His knee brushed mine under the table and stayed there solid and warm.“Sit up straighter,” he said, his voice dropping into that low commanding tone that made my stomach tighten. “Let me see you.”I obeyed without thinking, my spine lifting and my shoulders rolling back so the thin sundress pulled tighter across my breasts. The movement pushed the soft tops of them higher against the neckline and I watched his gray eyes track the shift. Heat flooded my face and lower at the same time.“Good,” he murmured. “That is better. You look like you belong right here where I can watch every little reac

Eleanor’s povI got back to the house with my cheeks still hot and my thighs sticky from how wet I had stayed the entire ride home. The private room and the way Marcus had kept me on my knees without giving me any relief left my body humming and unfinished. Every step up the front walk made the short sundress brush against sensitive skin and remind me exactly how close I had come to breaking. I tried to smooth my hair and steady my breathing before I opened the door but the restless ache between my legs refused to quiet.“Eleanor, darling! Come meet Marcus!” my mother’s voice called from the living room bright and pleased.I stepped inside and froze. There he stood tall, commanding and devastatingly handsome in the same tailored shirt he had worn at the café. Marcus Blackwood. My mother’s fiancé. The man who had ordered me to my knees less than an hour ago and made me admit how wet I was for him.His gray eyes widened for a fraction of a second then darkened with raw possessive hu

Eleanor’s povLater that night after my mother had gone to bed and the house finally went quiet my phone lit up on the nightstand.Guest room. Now.I slipped out of my room and crept down the hall bare feet silent on the carpet, the short nightdress I had changed into barely covering anything. My body still ached from everything he had done to me under the table and in the hallway and the unfinished need made every step feel heavier. The guest room door stood slightly open. The second I stepped inside Marcus pulled me the rest of the way and locked it behind us.“You’ve been a very naughty girl today,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “Walking around this house wet and aching while your mother talked about our wedding. Sitting across from me at dinner with your fingers on your clit like I told you. I should punish you for how desperate you looked.”He took the silk tie from the back of the chair and bound my wrists together in front of me, the kno

Lila’s pov“We still have to get this couch out,” I said, my voice lower than it should have been with his hand still on my hip and the hard line of him pressed against my stomach. “Dad’s going to notice if it’s still sitting here when he gets back.”Logan’s fingers flexed once against my skin, then he let out a rough breath and stepped back just enough that the contact broke. His eyes stayed locked on mine, dark and hungry. “Yeah. We do.”Neither of us moved for another few seconds. The air in the basement still felt thick. My nipples were tight against the thin tank, and I knew he could see it. I could still feel the exact shape of his cock through those jeans, and the thought of it made my thighs press together.He cleared his throat and turned toward the boxes blocking the path. “Let’s clear these first. Then we drag the bastard up the stairs.”I nodded and started moving boxes with him. Every time we passed each other in the narrow space our a