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Crave Me, My Monster

She was betrayed. She was broken. She was left to die. Sold to the black market by her own sister, cheated on by the man she loved. Murdered with nothing but tears and heartbreak in her final moments. But fate had other plans. Now, she’s back—one month before it all went wrong. This time, she’s not the naive girl who trusted too easily. This time, she has a plan. Step one…seduce Rael Morgan—her sister’s cold, powerful billionaire fiancé. Yet, what starts as revenge quickly spirals into a dangerous game of obsession. Rael doesn’t just fall for her… he claims her. Body and soul. How will she escape his grasp?
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Chapter 3

~Harriet~

The knock came again, sharper this time, yet I felt no ounce of fear. I felt thrilled.

"Rael? Are you in there?" Kylie’s voice was laced with impatience, and I could practically hear the suspicion creeping into her voice.

A slow smirk curled on my lips as I leaned in, my breath brushing against Rael’s ear.

"Better answer her, brother-in-law. Wouldn’t want her to barge in and see… this." I said, my fingers trailing down his chest again, deliberate and slow.

His hand snapped up, gripping my wrist with enough force to make my pulse jump–but not enough to hurt. His dark eyes burned into mine, unreadable yet electrifying, making my stomach churn with something unfathomable. In the next minute, his lips curled up into a dangerous smirk that left my scalp tingling.

“Or she could witness her 18 year old sister seducing a grown man,” He lowered his head, whispering into my ear.

“I don't mind if she sees,”

I hadn't expected this at all. I thought he'd push me away, or perhaps fret as his fiance was right outside. But instead, his arm moved to curl around my waist, pulling me closer. My breath hitched. The last thing I wanted was getting caught at this moment.

"Rael?" Kylie’s voice was right outside now.

In one swift motion, he spun me around, pressing me against the bathroom wall. I hadn't just been proven wrong by this man, I'd been left with beads of sweat gathered on my forehead. How had the tables turned so quickly?

“I'll be out soon.” his voice sounded, and for a moment the space outside the door was quiet.

“Oh, I'll wait for you then.” she finally said, her footsteps echoing as it stabbed into the floor. She had left.

I thought he'd leave immediately, but his lips only crashed down on mine in the next second, swallowing my gasp as his tongue slipped into my mouth. This kiss was not weak, it was intense, rendering me breathless.

The way he nibbled on my tongue made my knees weak, and I held onto him for support.

He finally let me go, licking the remnants of the strawberry lip gloss I had put on.

“I don't mind fucking you in right in front of her either,” he whispered into my ear before exiting the restroom, leaving me dazed.

I shivered, licking my lips before slipping out of there, heading back to the restaurant after minutes of Rael settling in.

“You're back,” Kylie voiced out, making me nod as I pulled out the chair which I settled on.

Soon, our meals were served.

Kylie blabbered on about her upcoming movie role, her voice dripping with false modesty

"It’s just a small project, really. But the director insisted I was perfect for the lead.” she said.

I stabbed my fork into my salad, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. In my past life, I would’ve clapped and gushed over her and her seemingly perfect career. But now? I couldn’t care less. Seemed like Rael hadn't cared either. He calmly stared at his phone, not even paying attention to her. The more I mingled with the both of them, the more I realized how their engagement seemed forced. Rael did not seem like the kind of man to end up with Kylie or marry her. It made me wonder how they had ended up together.

After lunch, I bid Kylie goodbye before heading back to the company with Rael to work on the current project.

By evening, all the employees had left, leaving just me and Rael in the office.

I smirked, going to close the doors before walking back to the man, who looked quite attractive as he worked.

The way his sleeves were rolled up made my throat bob, a sudden wetness coming to rest in my pants. The way his muscles flexed as he punched on the keys had me thinking about things.

“You've been working since afternoon, don't you want to rest?” I asked, staring innocently at him as I unbuttoned my shirt, showing a little cleavage–just enough for him to see as I directly bent in front of him.

I saw something flash in his eyes, making my lips curl up as I continued to undo my buttons.

My pink underwear came into view, I saw him swallow his saliva as he stared at me.

“Why don't I give myself to you one last time before your engagement banquet tonight?” I teased, completely getting rid of my shirt, now in nothing but my pink, fluffy bra.

The truth was that I'd only seduced this man because I wanted to get back at my sister. I wanted to own him for a bit, to hit Kylie hard with the fact that I had slept with her fiancé. I had prepared a recorder, recording the moans of the man she was about to marry, fucking into me like I was his. What could be more painful?

I smirked. After the banquet tonight, I was going to send the audio to her. With this thought, I pounced on the man, straddling him as I heaved my skirt up.

I could feel his cock harden as the heat from between my legs emanated.

I leaned into him, my mouth settling beside his ear.

“Fuck me, daddy.”

“You're not wearing any panties.” Rael pointed out, his voice hoarse from something I knew all too well–arousal. I'd secretly slipped my panties off when I went to get him coffee. How could I pass up the chance to tease him?

“Just how you like me, Daddy “ I whispered, feeling my heart thud furiously beneath my chest.

I saw Rael's lips curl up into something sinister, and felt his eyes turn darker–or perhaps it was my imagination?

“You've been a bad girl, taking off your panties at work.” he said, his hands slowly wrapping around my waist. I could feel something was not right, I could feel his eyes staring at me like a predator. Why had his aura turned into something so dark?

I shivered, this time, not from arousal but from fright. After all, this man was not just the most feared person in the city. He was frickin’ 10 years older than I am.

“Why don't I teach you a lesson?” He asked, his eyes glinting. My breath caught in my throat.

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