
Sinful Desires (Volume 1)
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"So wet for the enemy", he taunted, scissoring inside me and stretching my walls.
I moaned, throwing my head back and riding his hand. When he withdrew his fingers, I moaned at the loss. Adrian took his fingers to his mouth and wiped off my juices.
Fuck!
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EROTICA COLLECTION!!!
Sinful Desires (Volume 1)
Ten dangerously addictive steamy romances that will leave you breathless.
From enemies to lovers, bodyguard protectors, CEO obsessions, mafia claims, and passionate vacation affair, Sinful Desires Volume 1 brings together ten standalone romances filled with steam and unforgettable Passion.
You'll meet...
A bodyguard who can't stay professional.
A CEO who risks his empire for an intern.
A mafia boss who softens only for one woman
A firefighter who turns healing into desire.
And more.
In the next collection, temptation becomes even more forbidden, desires become more dangerous, and love crosses lines it was never supposed to touch.
If you thought Volume 1 was sinful, you're not ready for what comes next so get ready because the sins only grow darker from here...
Stay tuned for Sinful Desires (Volume 2)
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Chapter 3
Episode 3 - The Working Dinner
Camila's POV
I walked into the opulent dining room of the Grand Elysium Hotel that gleamed under crystal chandeliers.
Each flicker of the crystal chandeliers casted golden halos on the white linens and polished silverware.
My black sheath dress hugged my curves like a second skin, and the neckline dipped just low enough to tease the swell of my breasts.
I spotted Adrian at a secluded corner table, his broad shoulders filling out a tailored navy suit and his tie loosened slightly as if he'd already been battling demons.
He turned and our eyes locked across the room. Instantly, the memory of his mouth on mine against the office door the previous day flashed unbiddenly in my mind.
I squared my shoulders and approached the table, then slid into the seat opposite him with deliberate grace. I couldn't have him knowing my mind still reeled from the kiss.
I looked at the table, to find table reservation tags.
'Camila Reyes'
- Managing director, Strategy
Apex Dynamics
I didn't need to look at the tag on Adrian's side to know it was something like this...
'Adrian Hale'
- CFO, Apex Dynamics
"You're late", Adrian said in a low rumble then with a raise of his hand, he signaled the waiter while his gaze raked over my exposed collarbone.
"By your standards, maybe", I shot back crossing my legs under the table, causing my heel to brush his calf accidentally...or not. "Or are you just eager to get this over with so you can steamroll the merger without my input?".
He leaned forward, elbows on the table to close the distance. The sommelier walked over and poured a deep red cabernet into both our glasses. Adrian raised his glass and so did I, then he clinked his against mine.
"To synergy, Camila. Or whatever Voss thinks we have". His lips curved in a smirk that didn't reach his eyes but the way his thumb stroked the stem of the glass sent an unwelcome heat pooling in my belly.
I sipped the wine which was tart on my tongue, mirroring the bite in my tone. "Synergy implies cooperation. You'd rather conquer than collaborate. Like that aggressive timeline you proposed... rushing the Asian expansion risks regulatory blowback. We need phased integration, not your kamikaze approach".
Adrian's foot nudged mine under the table in a deliberate press that lingered. "Phased? That's code for stalling. The market's volatile. We strike hard and fast, or competitors eat our lunch".
His eyes dropped to my mouth as I set down my glass and suddenly, the air thickened with unspoken challenges. "Afraid of a little risk, Reyes? Or just afraid of me calling your bluff?".
My pulse quickened and my nipples tightened against the lace of my bra. I leaned in, my breath mingling with his. "Bluff? I'm the one safeguarding the billion-dollar pot. You're the hothead who'd burn it all for a quick win".
My fingers brushed his when I reached to touch the table name tag, causing a spark to jump at the contact.
"Tell me, Hale, is that how you operate everywhere? Charge in, take what you want, and damn the consequences?".
His jaw clenched but his free hand grazed my knee under the tablecloth. It was a feather-light touch yet it made my thighs clench. "Only when the prize is worth it". He said.
The waiter arrived with appetizers. I had received an email for the reservation the previous day and had gone over the menu, placing orders on all the course of meals I would have.
I didn't know what Adrian ordered because I didn't order an appetizer.
But judging from the Seared scallops glistening with butter, I knew it was Adrian's pick. He speared one, holding it out on a fork to me.
"Try this. It's bold, like my strategy. Might loosen that iron grip of yours".
I parted my lips, taking a bite from his fork and my tongue flicked out to catch a drip of sauce, making his gaze darken as it fixed on the motion.
"Mmm, decadent". I chewed slowly. "But overindulgence leads to regret". I said, sliding my foot up his ankle in retaliation. "Like pushing too far in negotiations. We compromise on the supply chain clauses, or I walk".
Adrian's hand slid higher on my thigh, fingers splaying possessively. "Compromise? I'd rather you bend".
He withdrew his hand as the mains arrived- Fillet mignon for him, and Salmon for me. But the damage was already done as my core was aching with traitorous need.
We dissected the deal over bites with both our words as sharp as knives. I advocated for ethical sourcing in the expansion but he countered with profit margins that demanded cuts. Each jab landed like foreplay as our bodies inches close enough for our knees to knock and our breaths to sync.
"You fight dirty", he murmured during dessert which was a chocolate lava cake that we shared. His spoon dipped into the molten center of it before he offered it to me. On his spoon.
"And you love it", I whispered, sucking the chocolate from the spoon with a challenging gaze. "Admit it, this merger's just an excuse to spar with me".
Adrian was silent for the remainder of our meal. It seemed to me like his control had frayed because when we were done, he paid the bill swiftly using the company card.
"Car's waiting". He said in a rough voice before we exited the hotel building into the cool night.
Outside, the hotel's valet summoned the sleek black limo, chauffeured as per company policy. The driver held the door and I entered first into the plush leather backseat while Adrian entered through the other side.
Once the driver was in, the partition rose with a soft whir, sealing us in privacy. Then the engine purred to life and the vehicle started moving, causing city lights to blur past.
Soon, the space between us crackled as Adrian turned to me. His hand instantly captured my chin. "That mouth of yours...".
I just surged forward, crashing my lips against his in a kiss that exploded with pent-up fury. There was no gentleness in it but clashing teeth and tongues battling as I straddled his lap, hiking my dress up my thighs.
His hands gripped my hips, yanking me down onto the hard bulge straining his pants.
"Fuck, Camila", he growled against my neck, nipping at the skin as I ground against him.
My wet pussy was already soaking through my thong onto his slacks.
Taking my hands down, I fumbled with his zipper and freed his thick, veiny cock that throbbed in my palm. "Shut up and fuck me", I demanded, stroking the length firmly while my thumb circled the slick head that was already dripping of pre cum.
Adrian groaned, shoving my thong aside just to thrust two fingers into my dripping cunt. He started pumping deep and curling his fingers to hit a spot that made me arch.
"So wet for the enemy", he taunted, scissoring inside me and stretching my walls.
I moaned, throwing my head back and riding his hand. When he withdrew his fingers, I moaned at the loss. Adrian took his fingers to his mouth and wiped off my juices.
Fuck!
I rose up a bit and positioned his cock at my entrance so I could sink down inch by inch. Soon, he filled me completely that the stretch burned deliciously as I bottomed out, my clit grinding against his pelvic bone.
The car swayed with traffic, adding to the rhythm. I bounced on him, my breasts heaving as his mouth latched onto a nipple through my dress, sucking hard enough to make me cry out.
Adrian's hips snapped up, fucking into me with brutal precision, one hand tangling in my hair to yank my head back in order to expose my throat for his bites.
"Take it, you stubborn bitch", he rasped, his free hand slapping my ass, making the sting to heighten every thrust.
My pussy clenched around him, and I could feel my juices coating his balls as they slapped against me. I clawed his shoulders, nails digging in as I chased the edge.
"Harder", I gasped, rolling my hips to take him deeper. The car's motion amplified the plunge and Adrian obliged, pounding up into me with his cock dragging along my sensitive inner walls.
Sweat slicked both our skins and the air was heavy with musk and moans. My orgasm soon hit like a wave, my pussy spasming and milking him as I shuddered, biting into the fabric covering his shoulder blades to muffle my scream.
He followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt and flooding me with hot cum that pulsed deep inside. We both stilled, panting while my forehead was against his and reality came crashing in immediately.
I slowly slid off him, righting my dress with trembling hands while avoiding his eyes. Adrian tucked himself away and straightened his tie.
"This... shouldn't have happened". His voice was flat, laced with feigned remorse. I was so sure it was feigned.
"It didn't", I snapped, scooting to my side of the seat as the limo pulled up to my apartment building. The partition lowered and the driver announced our arrival.
The driver came around the open the door. I exited the car without a backward glance, my heels clicking on the pavement as I stepped down.
"See you at the office, Hale. Strictly business".
I walked further towards the building before I finally heard the door close. But as the limo pulled away, I looked back, the ache in my pussy and my chest...betrayed the lie.
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7.6
When the Pollard family kicked Alyssa out into the freezing rain, Walter threw a ten-thousand-dollar check into a dirty puddle.
"Take it and get out. Don't ever come back," he sneered.
Her adoptive mother and stepsister stood on the mansion's porch, mocking her as a worthless country girl who tarnished their wealthy name. They laughed, claiming she wouldn't even be able to afford community college and would be begging on the streets in a week.
They looked at her cheap clothes and worn backpack with absolute disgust.
They were completely unaware that for the past five years, Alyssa was the secret mastermind who had built their failing gallery into a multi-million-dollar investment empire.
Every key investment, every fortune they made, came from the anonymous notes she had slipped into their unread books. They genuinely believed they were business geniuses, while treating the true architect of their wealth like a stray dog.
Looking at their smug, arrogant faces, Alyssa didn't feel a shred of sadness, only a cold, sharp irony.
They actually believed they had raised her.
She stepped close, whispered the master code to Walter's most secret offshore account, and watched the blood completely drain from his face.
"I raised you," she said, turning her back on the mansion without hesitation.
Walking into the storm, she pulled out a heavily encrypted phone and gave a single, cold order.
"Initiate a full hostile takeover of the Pollard Group."
It was time to end this little game and step into her true life—as the world's most elusive medical genius, and the long-lost billionaire heiress of the Summers dynasty.

7.3
Jolene flies to Italy broke and desperate for a PA job. She walks into the wrong room and finds a man naked in the shower. She can't stop staring. He notices.
The interview is brutal. Two men, Marco and Enzo, tear her apart, humiliate her, and dismiss her. She thinks she failed.
Then Enzo gets in the car. It was all a test. They wanted to see if she'd break. She didn't. The job is hers.
But they don't want a normal assistant. They want control. They touch her when they want, stand too close, give orders that cross every line.
On her first night, Marco tells her to take off her blouse.
Jolene has to choose: obey or walk away with nothing.
The problem? Part of her doesn't want to leave.

8.0
After fifteen years of marriage and a brutal battle with infertility, I finally saw two pink lines on a pregnancy test. This baby was my victory, the heir that would finally secure my place as the wife of mob capo Marco Vitiello. I planned to announce it at his mother's party, a triumph over the matriarch who saw me as nothing but a barren field.
But before I could celebrate, my friend sent me a video. The headline read: "MOB CAPO MARCO VITIELLO'S PASSIONATE NIGHTCLUB KISS!" It was him, my husband, devouring a woman who looked like a younger, fresher version of me.
Hours later, Marco stumbled home, drunk and reeking of another woman's perfume. He complained about his mother begging him for an heir, completely unaware of the secret I held. Then my phone lit up with a text from an unknown number.
"Your husband slept with my girl. We need to talk."
It was signed by Dante Moretti, the ruthless Don of our rival family.
The meeting with Dante was a nightmare. He showed me another video. This time, I heard my husband's voice, telling the other woman, "I love you. Elara... that's just business." My fifteen years of loyalty, of building his empire, of taking a bullet for him-all dismissed as "just business."
Dante didn't just reveal the affair; he showed me proof that Marco was already stealing our shared assets to build a new life with his mistress. Then, he made me an offer.
"Divorce him," he said, his eyes cold and calculating. "Join me. We'll build an empire together and destroy him."

8.5
A brutal fire had Brenna's mother abandon her.
When the family finally "reunited" with her, she was a scarred outcast mucking stalls and tending horses in the countryside.
They tore into her icily. "We only brought you back to marry in your sister's place. Don't you dare bring disgrace on us!"
Disgusted, Brenna cut them off.
Then the truth surfaced-a famed jeweler called her mentor, a top hospital director named her heir, an elite hacker circle bowed to her, and her scars faded into stunning beauty.
Regrets came too late. She was already in a tycoon's arms.
Vincent, a power player straddling both business and illegal worlds, had a secret: he was colorblind.
That was until Brenna unexpectedly burst into his life, bringing colors back into his world.
At first, he never thought he could fall for this seemingly unattractive woman, yet as time passed, his heart surrendered...

9.8
I was a Mafia Princess, and he was the gutter rat I tried to make a King.
On our wedding day, with five hundred guests watching, Luca Moretti didn't say his vows.
Instead, after receiving a photo of a secret child, he looked at me with panic and backed away from the altar.
"I can't do this," he announced to the silent church. "She's here. She'll ruin the kid."
He chose a waitress and their illegitimate daughter over me.
He walked out, leaving me humiliated in a dress that cost more than most people's lives.
Forty-eight hours later, he married her.
He gave the waitress my ring, my future, and his name, all to protect a child he had hidden from me.
When I confronted him weeks later, he looked at me with cold eyes and told me he did it for honor.
He destroyed me to save them, convinced I would fade away into the background.
He thought he could break a Vitiello and not pay the price.
Five years later, I returned to Chicago.
The gala went silent as I walked in, wearing blood-red silk.
Luca approached me, eyes full of regret, begging for a second chance, claiming his marriage to the waitress was a mistake.
He thought he could win me back.
Until a little girl ran into the room—my daughter.
And behind her walked my husband.
Not a soldier, but the Reaper himself, Dante Cavallaro.
Luca’s face turned pale as he realized the truth.
He had left me at the altar to play father, but I had married the Devil to become a Queen.

7.1
"You're mine now, Brittany." He whispered in my ears. I froze. I don't remember telling him my name.
Zayne...Zayne...oh God. Now, I remember why his name sounded so familiar...but it was too late, I thought as I lost consciousness.
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Brittany's life has been full of heartbreaks and pain, from her father's death to her mother's manipulation and abuse, while using religion as a weapon.
She grews up with fear, guarding her virginity like a cloak because of her mother's constant words in her ears.
Until she meets Zayne, known throughout New York as the CEO for his ruthlessness, he turns out to be Mafia too.
Zayne claims her as his refusing to let her go. Will Brittany grow to love him and give him a chance after what he did to her?
What happens when she's the only one who can save him from enemies flocking around him?
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"I'm letting you go, doll." He mumbled as he held on to me, his eyes growing weak.
My heart twisted in my chest as tears fell down my cheeks.
No... "I don't regret a thing. You taking me was the best thing that ever happened to me."