All Chapters of Sinful Dark Desires : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I stood in front of the mirror in my small apartment, smoothing down the black pencil skirt that hugged my hips a little too tightly. The cream blouse I paired it with was professional on the surface, but the way it clung to my breasts and dipped just low enough to show a hint of cleavage made it anything but innocent. I had chosen this outfit on purpose. I wanted Damien to look at me. I wanted him to want me the way I had wanted him for years. Was I really trying to seduce my brother's best friend and my boss?”My heart was already racing as I grabbed my bag and headed to Blackthorn Enterprises.When I stepped into Damien’s top-floor office, he was already at his desk, looking devastatingly handsome in a perfectly tailored dark suit. The moment his eyes lifted and landed on me, I felt it…that intense, icy gaze dragging slowly down my body, lingering on my breasts, my waist, the curve of my hips. This plan was already working faster than I had imagined. “Good morning, Elena,” he said,

I stepped out of the washroom with my face still flushed and my legs unsteady. The cold water I had splashed on my skin did nothing to calm the heat between my thighs. I was still soaked, my panties clinging uncomfortably to me, and every step reminded me of how close Damien had come to kissing me on his desk.When I walked back into his office, Damien was standing by the window, looking out at the city skyline. He turned when he heard me, his dark eyes scanning me from head to toe like he could see right through my clothes.“We have a business dinner in forty-five minutes,” he said, his voice calm but commanding. “With some important investors. You’re coming with me.”I blinked, surprised. “Me? I don’t think that's good…”“You are my personal assistant now, Elena,” he cut in, stepping closer. “Wherever I go, you go. That’s part of the job. Unless you’ve already forgotten the terms of our agreement?”The reminder of the deal and what I had agreed to send a fresh wave of heat through me

~~ Alex POV~~I couldn’t stop staring at Professor Ariana Kane’s lips.She was standing at the front of the lecture hall, discussing modernist literature with that calm, confident voice that always made my cock twitch under the desk. She was thirty-four years old, elegant as hell, with dark hair pinned up in a neat bun, sharp glasses, and a fitted white blouse tucked into a tight pencil skirt that hugged her hips and ass perfectly.Every time she turned to write on the board, my eyes dropped to the way the fabric stretched across her round ass. When she faced the class again, I imagined unbuttoning that blouse slowly, revealing the lace bra I was sure she wore underneath.“Mr. Rivera,” her voice suddenly cut through my thoughts. “Care to share your thoughts on Hemingway’s use of restraint in ‘The Sun Also Rises’?”I leaned back in my chair, giving her my most charming smile. “I think the restraint makes the desire hit harder, Professor. All that tension building beneath the surface… m

I couldn’t get her out of my head.The way Professor Kane had pushed me away in her office yesterday, the tremble in her voice when she told me it was inappropriate… It only made me want her more. I spent the entire morning replaying that almost-kiss, the way her breasts rose and fell when she was breathing hard.Lunchtime in the campus cafeteria was usually noisy, but today it felt suffocating.I was sitting with my friends at our usual table when I saw her.Professor Ariana Kane was at a table near the window, laughing softly with Professor Marcus Hale–the charming, young history professor who everyone said was “perfect husband material.” They were sitting close, heads tilted toward each other as they talked. She was smiling in a way I had never seen in class–relaxed, warm, almost flirtatious.A group of girls at the next table were giggling and whispering loudly enough for me to hear.“Look at them… they look so good together. Professor Kane and Professor Hale would make such a cut

My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I sat in the back of the black luxury car, staring at the dark city streets passing by the tinted windows. The two large men in suits sitting on either side of me hadn’t said a single word since they took me from my small apartment two hours ago. They didn’t need to. I already knew why I was here. Because of my father. Six months ago, my dad had borrowed a massive amount of money from the Rossi family to save his failing construction business and feed his terrible gambling habit. He promised he would pay it back quickly, he always promised, but the debts only grew bigger. When he suddenly died of a heart attack three weeks ago, the collectors didn’t care that he was gone. They came for me instead. My name is Mia Torres. I’m twenty-five years old, and right now, I feel like my life is over. I thought about my mother and younger sister, Lina, waiting at home. My mom was already broken after losing my dad. If I didn’t fix this, they would come for