Lahat ng Kabanata ng Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections): Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

Adriana Locke stumbled out of the van with her wrists cuffed behind her back. The expensive black pencil skirt was wrinkled to shit, her white blouse half unbuttoned from the rough ride. Long dark hair stuck to her sweaty neck. She looked exactly like what she was, a high-powered lawyer who just got caught fucking her husband’s business partner in a hotel room. “Move,” one of the guards grunted, shoving her forward into the cold concrete building. She tried to act tough. “You have no idea who my husband is. He’ll bury you for this.” The guards just laughed without caring. They took her down a long hallway that smelled like bleach and fear, then pushed her into a big open room with drains in the floor and shower heads lining one wall. Julian Cross was already waiting. He was bigger than she expected, tall, scarred up, arms crossed over his chest like he had all the time in the world. His eyes were dead cold. “Adriana Locke,” he said, voice low. “Thirty years old. Married.

Lydia Sterling had always gotten what she wanted. Daddy’s money, daddy’s lawyers, daddy’s connections. Spoiled blonde with a perfect ass, fake tits that sat high and perky, long legs, and that bitchy pout men usually paid to see. Until her father sent her here as punishment for blowing through another trust fund and fucking the pool boy in the family yacht. Now she was in the “reward suite.” At least that’s what Julian called it. Looked like a fancy hotel room, big king bed, soft lighting, mirrors on the walls and ceiling. But the second the door locked, she knew it was another trap. Julian walked in wearing just black pants. Muscles and scars on full display. He didn’t say much at first. Just grabbed her by the throat and shoved her down on the bed. “Time to learn what real begging sounds like, princess.” He stripped her fast. Ripped the little silk slip they’d given her right off her body. Lydia tried to act like she still had power. “My father will kill you when he finds out h

I swirled the last of my gin and tonic around the glass, the ice cubes clinking softly like they were the only ones still trying to keep me company in this half-empty hotel bar. It was late,, probably closer to midnight than I wanted to admit. The kind of hour where the day’s bullshit finally starts to fade but your body hasn’t caught up yet, my flight had been delayed for what felt like forever, and by the time I dragged my suitcase into the lobby and got my room key, all I craved was something cold and strong to take the edge off. The conference I’d just sat through had been the usual grind: too many PowerPoints, not enough actual decisions, and a lot of smiling at people I’d never see again and I don't even like. The bartender, a guy in his fifties with a kind but exhausted face, wiped the counter in slow circles. “Last call coming up in about fifteen minutes, miss. You want another?” I shook my head. “Nah, I’m good for now. Thanks though.” My phone lay face-down on the

The hallway felt endless, even though it was only a dozen steps from the elevator to his door. Harrison’s hand stayed firm around mine, his thumb still tracing those lazy circles that kept my nerves humming. My dress felt too tight now, the fabric brushing against my sensitive nipples with every step. I could still taste the whiskey on my tongue, mixed with the memory of his mouth so close in the elevator. We hadn’t even made it all the way up before things shifted. Right after the doors closed on the lobby, he’d backed me against the mirrored wall, one hand braced beside my head, the other sliding slowly up my thigh under the hem of my dress. Not rushing. Just claiming space. His fingers stopped just short of where I was already aching, and he’d leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “I’ve been hard since you said my name at the bar,” he murmured, voice rough. “You feel what you do to me?” He pressed his hips forward so I could feel the thick line of his cock against my stomach. I ga

He didn’t give me time to catch my breath. Harrison flipped me onto my back again, his hands rough but sure as he pushed my thighs wide open. The silk tie was still dangling from one wrist where he’d loosened it, but he left it there like a reminder. His eyes were almost black now, locked on mine as he knelt between my legs, cock thick and glistening from how wet I was. “You’re not done coming for me yet, Cynthia,” he said, voice low and gravelly. “I want one more before I really let go.” He thrust back into me in one smooth, deep stroke. I cried out, back arching hard off the bed. He was so fucking big, stretching me perfectly, hitting that spot that made my toes curl. No more slow and teasing this was raw. He gripped my hips and started pounding into me, hard enough that the headboard smacked against the wall with every thrust. “Fuck, yes,” I moaned, nails digging into his shoulders. “Harder.” He growled and gave me exactly what I asked for. His hips snapped forward, drivi