All Chapters of Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections): Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Emma had been at the firm for six months and still felt like she was playing dress-up every time she stepped into the elevator. At 22, fresh out of college, the kind of girl who said “sorry” when someone else bumped into her. She wore cardigans even in the summer because she hated drawing attention to her body. Loose blouses, knee-length skirts, sensible flats. Her coworkers called her “sweetheart” and “kid.” Mr. Harlan called her nothing at all most days. Until the last two weeks. Richard Harlan was 41, built like he still boxed three times a week, and had a reputation that made the older secretaries whisper behind their coffee cups. Divorced, twice. Sharp suits, sharper tongue. He didn’t yell,no , he just looked at you until you wanted to disappear. And lately he’d been looking at Emma a lot. It started with small things. He’d keep her late to finish reports, then tell her to sit while he reviewed them. He’d lean over her desk, one hand on the back of her chair, close enough

My new apartment complex was quiet most days, but the unit right across the courtyard had my full attention for weeks. Her name was Rachel. 31, married, worked from home. Long brown hair, tight body from running, and an ass that looked incredible in those little running shorts she wore. Her husband was some corporate guy who traveled constantly. Perfect setup. I’d installed the hidden cameras months ago. One in her bedroom, one in the living room, and a small one in the bathroom. I told myself it was just for fun at first. But after watching her finger herself almost every night, sometimes while on video calls with her husband, I knew I had to have her. Last week I caught the goldmine. Rachel brought home some guy from her gym while her husband was in Chicago. I watched the whole thing in 4K — her on her knees sucking his cock, him bending her over the couch and creampieing her, then her riding him in the marital bed. She came so hard she squirted on the sheets. The audio picked

Rain hammered against the thin windows of Freya Lang’s shitty one-bedroom apartment. It was just past midnight, and the power had flickered out twice already. The whole building smelled like mold and stale takeout. At 25, Freya had hit rock bottom hard. Fired from her waitressing job two weeks ago, credit cards maxed, eviction notice taped to the door, and her family had finally cut her off for good. No money, no future, nothing left except the old leather-bound book she’d stolen from that weird antique store. She knelt on the dirty carpet in the middle of the living room, wearing an oversized t-shirt and panties. Candles burned in a crooked circle around her. She’d drawn the pentagram with her own blood from a cut on her palm, just like the book said. The symbols looked sloppy in the candlelight, but she didn’t care anymore. Desperation had eaten everything else. Freya read the words out loud, her voice shaking at first, then getting louder over the thunder. “I call upon t

The black SUV rolled to a stop outside the crumbling old church at exactly 2:47 AM. Rain fell in a thin, icy drizzle, making the broken steps glisten under the headlights. The building had been abandoned for years stained glass windows boarded up, weeds pushing through cracks in the stone, and a leaning crucifix on the roof that looked ready to fall. Freya Lang sat in the back seat, wearing nothing but a long black coat and cheap lingerie underneath. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking. The mark around her neck burned like a fresh brand. The car door opened by itself with a soft click. Azrael’s deep voice drifted out from inside the church. “Bring her to me.” Freya stepped out into the rain. Her bare feet were freezing on the wet stone as she climbed the steps. Inside, the church was lit by dozens of black candles placed along the altar and pews. The air was thick with dust, old incense, and the faint smell of rot. Her younger sister was already there. Sophie. 18. Sweet, i

The clock on Aria’s laptop read 9:47 PM. The entire floor was empty except for the cleaning crew somewhere down the hall. She sat in her small cubicle on the 28th floor of Reyes Tower,her heart hammering as she finished wiring the last transfer. $47,800 this time. Just enough to cover her mother’s latest hospital bill and keep the loan sharks off her back for another month. She wasn’t stupid. She knew this was going to catch up to her eventually. But when your mom is dying of cancer and the insurance company screws you over, desperation makes you do ugly things. Aria closed the fake accounting window, deleted the logs the way she’d learned, and let out a shaky breath. She grabbed her coat and headed toward the elevator. She never made it. “Miss Bennett.” The deep voice stopped her cold in the middle of the open-plan office. Dominic Reyes stood leaning against the doorframe of his corner office, arms crossed. The CEO of Reyes Global. 41, Expensive black shirt with the sleeves ro