Tainted Temptations

"Let's start. The quicker, the better," she said coldly, as if finalizing a business deal rather than inviting intimacy. Time passed, thick and heavy. The silence stretched until it cracked her composure. She sat up sharply, irritation flashing in her eyes.

"I didn't pay you to be a goddamn lamp in my room," she snapped, venom curling at the edge of her voice. Zayden flinched at her words, shame burning through him, but he moved-slowly, almost painfully. He moved toward her, hovered just above, their faces inches apart. And then their eyes locked.

The world hushed.

Her eyes-cold, breathtaking, unreadable-held something ancient. Pain maybe. Or power. Zayden couldn't tell. He couldn't move. He broke the moment first-pulling away and sitting beside her, head low, fists clenched.

"Are you a virgin?" she asked suddenly, her tone-sharp, accusing, furious. His silence was louder than a confession.

"That Fucking lying bitch," she hissed under her breath, storming toward the table. She poured herself a glass of scotch but before she could drink, Zayden took the glass and poured it over her chest.

"What the hell-"

But before she could finish, he pushed her gently but firmly against the side wall, his hand on her waist, his breath shaky.

Then, in one bold, reckless motion-he leaned in and dragged his tongue along the slick trail of scotch, from her cleavage to her collarbone.

And She froze.

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Zayden Hayes never intended to sell his body-until desperation backed him into a corner.

Seraphina Valencia wasn't looking for companionship-only control, release, and silence.

One night. One transaction.
But what begins as a cold exchange soon spirals into something far more dangerous.
Because some temptations are not meant to be resisted.

*She was fire wrapped in Silk, He was innocence wrapped in desperation; together, they burned.*