All Chapters of Craving Mr Redd: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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11. Little bad girl

KYLACrazy doesn't define what was happening.Her heart was pounding like crazy as she stepped into the room with Taylan. Part of her screamed this was a bad idea, and a little part assured her it was fine. That she needed this to fix herself.Chelsea had given her an assuring look, mouthing that she would be alright and that she would be close by.At least she knew Taylan wouldn't hurt her, considering Michael looked to be in a high position in this club.But as the door shut behind him, Kyla's breath seized.The lounge room was large. The walls were painted grey, and a floor-to-ceiling window was buried behind the thick dark curtains. A large bed sat in the middle of the sleek space.“Are you alright?” Taylan asked as he approached the nearby drawer.“Yeah.” Kyla's voice was small. Her hands clutched her purse tight until her knuckles turned white. “Do you live here?”“No. It’s a lounge I rented for tonight,” he replied. “You don’t like it here? We can switch to another if you want.”

12. Welcome to my world

Kyla's whining hit the walls of the hall. Her legs, kicking, and arms were hitting the back of the man carrying her on his shoulder.“Let me down. I can walk!”He slapped her ass. “Quiet”She froze against his shoulder. Feeling the heat of the aftermath sting that flooded her nerves in a way that stole her breath.He didn't leave the club. He headed to the next floor. There were two men in suits guarding the entrance.They both bowed.“Boss.”Kyla’s eyes widened. Shock rippled through her system. Her hair bounced as she tried to look up.“Did they just call you boss?”“Bring the wine. You've got a minute,” Carlos said to the waitress hanging by the hallway.The way the waitress kept her gaze low and quickly scrambled off answered her question.“You own this place?!” She exclaimed.He slapped her ass again. Harder. “I asked you to stay quiet, Wildling. It's an order.”Kyla groaned. But somewhere in that deep, shitty mind of hers that has herself locked up and reads books that make her m

13. Kinks

Wait. What?!She wanted to look up, but he held her face, positioning it to the dark wall before her."Eyes on the wall. Under no circumstances should you look away."A beep followed, and the wall in front of her lifted slowly, a mechanical groan filling the silence. Kyla’s heart skipped as the hidden room revealed itself.Red light. Dark walls. A naked woman at the center was bound, kneeling in front of a man who circled her like a predator. His hand brushed her cheek before gripping her chin, tilting her face up to him.Kyla’s stomach dropped.She should look away. She couldn’t. The scene held a kind of pull that mesmerized her.The man said something she couldn't hear. The woman lowered her gaze. Not an ounce of resistance, just pure… surrender. The woman shivered when he touched her. It wasn’t fear. It was wanted.Kyla’s mouth went dry.“What—what are they doing?” she whispered.Carlos's voice sounded behind her ear, resonant and deep. “When it comes to flavor, everyone has their o

14. Don't give me ideas, nephew

CARLOS It's been a long time since Carlos got hit.Even as he trained with the strongest of his men, they hardly brushed skin.He had seen it coming. The shift in Jayden’s expression before he swung his fist with a roar of rage. He could have dodged it effortlessly. He could also easily reach for Jayden's windpipe and crush it with one swift move. Hell, he dreamt of doing that.But he didn't.He let it happen.There is something better than killing. And that's seeing your opponent frustrated, raging, and having that lost look on their face, as they know the fact that they can't do shit except to throw tantrums.Jayden’s frustration was entertaining.Those red eyes lacked sleep. Messy hair that seemed to have been run over many times. The seething. The heaving chest.It's exciting to watch.Carlos licked the dot of blood at the side of his lips and grinned all teeth at Jayden. “Stay away from her, you sick bastard!” he yelled, wanting to launch again, but Kyla pushed him away, saving

15. His touch

"Good thing you held back. That could have been worse," Michael said.Carlos sighed as one of his hands ran through his hair, gaze locked on the ceiling of his grey office.Good thing he hadn't given in to the ache that struck him earlier. First was Kyla. She was like a devil-sent woman on a mission to break his promises of keeping his hands to himself. Everything she does. Every move. Every word she says has hands itching to ruin her.It had been like that since that night he had let her hug him.He shouldn't have made her stay that close. He shouldn't have watched her sleep like that on his chest, while her sweet floral scent filled his nose.It was hard to turn a man like him on. He's good at restraining his sexual urge.His submissive or slave would have to be professional to do that...But she...That reckless little Wildling hit his nerves effortlessly.And tonight he almost crossed the line. Almost kissed and ruined her in that room. The way her body responded to her touch, the

16. The new job

Kyla checked her phone for Carlos's reply. Seeing none, she rolled her eyes.She told him about the job, and he said there wasn't a need for her to work.What does he expect?Sit her ass down in the big house and do nothing."Seen any dress of your choice?" Chelsea asked from behind."Nope. Still searching." Kyla kept her phone and continued searching through the roll of corporate dresses."If you keep staring at the dresses like that, those dresses aren't going to magically try themselves on," she said."I know. This is just my first job in the city. I don't want to screw this up. I don't want to look like I am trying too hard or not enough."Chelsea joined, picking a navy wrap dress in the next minute. "This will do. It says, 'Hey, I am here for work and not here to steal your husband'."Kyla took the dress and whispered, "I think it screams, 'Chase me out here.'""Too revealing?" Chelsea asked, smacking her gum in a sassy way. "Fine, I'll find your style."After another minute, Chel

17. The CEO

Kyla blinked several times, hoping to God all of this was an illusion. How could Taylan, of all people, be her boss?So this was his father’s company he talked about. This was so messed up.Freaking messed up.Taylan, clad in a well-tailored professional suit, had a sweet smile on his face as he stood in front of them. Their eyes met, and Kyla’s throat went dry. It was like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on her head.Someone nudged her from the side.Only then did she realize she was still sitting.“Oh,” the chair creaked behind her as she rose to her feet, awkwardly.“I’m sorry," she whispered.Her fingers clutched onto the hem of her dress, her heart pounding in her ears.Taylan began to address the crowd, introducing himself. Taylan Grason was a twenty-seven-year-old acting CEO of the company. It was pretty hard to tell it was the same man she had met at the club. The same man she had told many things about herself, including her condition. She had strongly hoped they wouldn

18. Enjoying the show?

“One moment,” he signed off on the last file. “And… Done."He dropped his pen and met her gaze with a smile, which Kyla tried to mirror but ended up looking awkward.“It’s good to see you again, Miss Harper. I hope this isn’t overwhelming,” he sounded concerned.“Maybe.” She swallowed. “Am I fired?”His eyes flew wide. “What? No. No. I’ll never do that. Our first encounter doesn’t affect this. I mean, I saw your resume and already knew we’d meet again.”“So, you accepted me because…”“Because you’re brilliant,” he completed. “Your file stood out among the others. There wasn’t any favoritism if that is what you were worried about.”She breathed out in relief. "Thank you."“Have a seat,” he offered.She contemplated for a moment before obliging.“If you aren’t firing me, then… why am I here?”Her voice cracked at the end. She cursed herself for it.Taylan leaned back in his chair. Gaze was unreadable as they pierced through her. One finger tapping his desk repeatedly sounded louder than

19. Be my master

Kyla blinked, face almost red. She'd caught a fleeting sight of his V-line and abs, and now they won't stop playing in her head."I... I didn't know you... We're home," she stuttered."Of course I am." He stood, grabbed his black shirt, and put it on. "Come out. We need to talk.""What. No. I just got into the pool. You can't leave for almost a week and expect to throw commands to be obeyed."He sighed and turned."Where have you been?" she asked."Working," he replied as she had just asked about the weather. "I don't live here. I've got my own places. Here is yours to stay.""Does that mean I can do whatever I want here?"He stared at her for a breath longer. "That depends."He paused enough for her to take his words in. "Now tell me. How is the job I asked you not to take, but you did anyway?"She knew he was going to ask about this!This was the reason he had come. Hadn't he accepted since he bought a dress for her?"It went well. Really nice. The facilities are insane, and I think

20. That damn word

CARLOSThat word. That damn word.They rolled off her tongue with a bite of sin.Soft.So damn sweet with an edge so sharp enough to cut through the walls of his restraint he’d build between them.Daddy.Fuck.For a split second. She almost succeeded. The bridge almost collapsed the moment she got out of the pool, all wet, deliberately swaying her hips and provoking him.She almost won.A breath away from triggering the impending feral thoughts burning in his chest. But he shoved them down. Hard.She doesn’t understand this game she was trying to play, but it wasn’t a game to him.“Don’t—” his voice came out deep and low. “Ever call me that."“You asked me to see you as a relative. Don’t you like being called Daddy?”Carlos released her with a feral hiss. One more breath of her floral scent and he might lose his shit.She smirked, enjoying the sight of him raging with his internal thoughts.He walked away. Fast. Grabbed his car key on the table and headed out. It was already getting da

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