All Chapters of Dark Temptations: Falling For My Ex: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“You’re teasing me,” Michael murmured, his breath warm against my skin, his fingers tightening ever so slightly around my waist.I leaned closer, letting my lips graze the edge of his ear, feeling the tension radiating off him. My voice dropped to a whisper, sultry and bold. “Maybe I want you to just fuck me.”His entire body stiffened at my words, and for a moment, the air between us became electrified, charged with something dangerous and undeniable. His grip on my waist tightened, his breathing growing heavier. “Arya…” he said my name like a warning, his voice low and husky. I pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, a mix of desire and restraint swirling within them. “What’s stopping you?” I challenged softly, my lips inches from his, daring him to give in. His jaw clenched, and for a heartbeat, I thought he might hold back—but then his control snapped. In one swift motion, he lifted me, pressing me against the wall, his lips crashing into mine with a raw hunger that left n

The morning sun filtered through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the room. The rich aroma of coffee filled the air, mingling with the sizzling sound of eggs cooking on the stove. I stood by the counter, watching Michael move with effortless ease, his bare torso on full display, every muscle flexing as he worked."You're really going all out this morning," I teased, sipping my coffee as my eyes lingered on him.He glanced over his shoulder, a wicked grin curling his lips. "Gotta keep you fed after last night." His voice was low, smooth, but there was a familiar heat simmering beneath the playful tone.I set my cup down, stepping closer. My fingers trailed across his back, tracing the lines of his muscles, feeling the heat of his skin. He shivered under my touch, the tension in his body shifting from relaxed to something much more primal."You know," I murmured, pressing myself against him, "I think I'd rather have you for breakfast."Michael chuckled, setting the spatula d

Michael and I found a moment of quiet in the chaos of our work. We sneaked away, away from the prying eyes and the pressures of our professional lives, finding a secluded spot where we could finally be ourselves. The tension between us had been building for so long, and now, away from everything, we finally had a chance to breathe. His hand brushed against mine as we stepped into the empty office, the door clicking shut behind us. It was only then that I allowed myself to fully look at him, my pulse racing at the sight of his focused expression, and the way his lips curved into a smile when our eyes met. “You’ve been on my mind all day,” he admitted, his voice low as he stepped closer. I could feel the heat radiating from him, his presence overwhelming and magnetic. “Yeah? I’ve been thinking about you too,” I whispered, before I leaned in to kiss him. The kiss was slow, exploratory, but deep, like we both needed to feel each other, to make up for all the time we had spent ap

The day started off as ordinary as any other.I adjusted my blazer and smoothed down my skirt as I entered the sleek, glass-walled building just a few blocks from Michael’s company. The client meeting was supposed to be quick—discuss the details, finalize a proposal, and be out in no time. But life had a twisted sense of humor.As I stepped into the lobby, the soft hum of classical music playing through the speakers did little to calm my nerves. I pressed the button for the elevator, checking my phone for any last-minute updates from the client. Nothing. Good. One less thing to stress about.The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, and I stepped inside, pressing the button for the 18th floor. Just as the doors were about to close, a hand slipped between them, forcing them back open.Of course. Life just couldn’t resist.Damon.My breath hitched as he stepped inside, looking as infuriatingly confident as ever in a perfectly tailored suit, his dark eyes locking onto mine the momen

I practically ran out of the elevator the second the doors opened, putting as much distance between me and Damon as possible. My heart was still racing, my lips still tingling from his kiss. Why did I kiss him back? The question replayed in my mind over and over as I forced myself to focus on the client meeting.I managed to get through it, delivering the pitch and discussing terms like nothing had happened, but I was on autopilot the entire time. The second it was over, I grabbed my things and headed home, needing to talk to someone—someone who wouldn’t judge me but would help me sort through this emotional chaos.Yasmeen was already lounging on the couch when I got home, a bowl of popcorn in her lap and a reality show playing on TV. She took one look at me and immediately knew something was up.“Oh no,” she said, setting the bowl aside. “What happened?”I dropped my bag and collapsed onto the couch beside her, burying my face in my hands. “You’re not going to believe this.”“Try me,