All Chapters of WAVES OF WANT : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The highway smelled like diesel and dry grass, the kind of night where the air sticks to your skin even after the sun is long gone. Amara Reyes killed the cruiser's headlights a half-mile back, coasted onto the shoulder behind a dip in the road. She knew Jax's engine note now, that low, cocky rumble of a BMW tuned just enough to piss off every cop on 47. Lena Kane sat shotgun, boots up on the dash, scrolling her phone like this was just another boring shift."Three minutes," Lena said without looking up. "Bet he floors it right past us again."Amara didn't answer. She watched the black car crest the rise, taillights flaring red as he braked hard. He knew. Of course he fucking knew. Fourth time in five months. Each stop had peeled back another layer until there was nothing left to pretend.The BMW eased over, gravel popping under tires. Engine cut. Door opened slow.Jax stepped out stretching like he'd just woken up from a nap. Hoodie, jeans slung low, that stupid white grin flashing e

Victor's office sat high up in the Canary Wharf tower. London lights sparkled far below. It was around 9 p.m. The floor was quiet because everyone else had left long ago. The big contract finally signed, a weight lifted, but the tiredness still hung heavy.He sat behind his desk, tie loose, sleeves rolled. Papers everywhere. He rubbed his eyes.Maya was still there. She walked in with a fresh coffee for him. Her braids down now, black dress simple and soft. She set the cup down carefully."Thanks," Victor said. His voice tired and quiet.She nodded. Started gathering her things to leave. But she paused. Handed him the last stack of signed papers.Their fingers brushed like always. But this time, neither pulled away fast.The papers slipped from her hand. Scattered a little on the desk.While Maya reached to pick them up, Victor caught her wrist gently before she could move.She paused.He looked at her. Really looked. "Maya."She met his eyes. Hers wide. A little scared, a little some

Two months had passed since the afternoon in Victor’s office when the blinds were closed and the door locked.Two months of hot love making almost every night in his apartment, early mornings in hers, weekend getaways to quiet hotels outside London where no one knew their names. Two months of coded glances at work, professional emails, “yes, Mr Kane” and “thank you, Miss Okoye” in meetings. Two months of Maya’s mother calling every Sunday, asking the same question—“When are you coming home?”—and Maya answering with half-truths: “Soon, Mum. Work is busy.”Two months of believing the secret could stay buried.Until it started to crack.It began with a single email on a random morning.From Chinedu.Subject: I’m in London. Can we talk?Maya stared at the message on her phone in the office restroom, heart hammering.Chinedu: I arrived yesterday for a conference. I didn’t tell you because I wasn’t sure you’d want to see me. But I need to see you. Just once. To close this properly. Your mot

Serena’s door might have been locked, but her body obviously wasn’t.She lay in the dark for what felt like ages, sheets twisted around her thighs, the echo of Adrian’s fingers still pulsing deep inside her. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw them. Elara’s knowing smile, Adrian’s dark gaze pinning her against the wall like a prey. Her hand slipped between her legs again, circling her swollen clit with desperate little strokes, but it wasn’t enough. Not anymore. The ache had teeth now.A low, feminine moan drifted through the walls.Not imagined but real and raw coming from somewhere deeper in the house.Serena froze, fingers still buried inside herself. The sound came again—throaty, broken, unmistakably Elara’s. Then a deeper growl. Adrian.Her pulse slammed against her ribs. Before she could talk herself out of it, she was sliding out of bed, the oversized silk shirt barely covering her ass, bare feet silent on the cool floorboards. The hallway stretched like a living thing, sha

The bass line in the club wasn’t just music anymore, it was more of a living thing crawling under my skin, vibrating deep between my thighs with every thump. Sweat bodies pressed against me from every side as I pushed through the crowd, the air thick with the smell of spilled liquor, expensive cologne, and raw, desperate lust. Neon lights shining across my bare shoulders like paint. Electric blue lights flashing over the curve of my breasts where my little black dress barely contained them. The hem rode up with every step, flashing the delicate lace edge of my thong, and I didn’t bother pulling it down. Let them look. Let them want. Tonight I was hunting something dangerous, and the tequila buzzing in my veins made me bold enough to believe I could handle it.I’d come here alone on purpose. No friends to hold me back, no one to judge the way my nipples hardened against the thin fabric every time the beat dropped. The dress was a weapon—tight, short, backless, the kind that screamed