Seduction

His cock was throbbing in front of me as I told him everything. And the more detailed I was, the closer he came to a limit neither of us wanted to cross.

I kissed him for the first time at nineteen, but we couldn’t finish. Eleven years later, I found him at my boyfriend’s club with another woman on his arm.

Four powerful men dead in the same way. All naked, exhausted. Someone chose them, seduced them, and took them to the exact limit before the end.

I’d spent a month dreaming of seeing him again when my roommate confessed she was jealous of me. That same night I took her with me to the rave.

Marcelo watched from the couch while Rodrigo undressed me slowly. Then my husband wanted to know something I had never told him.

We’d set the perfect trap. But when Diego took me by the waist with that brutal confidence, I understood I was no longer the one in control.

I went down to the kitchen at midnight never imagining he was still awake. He was in the garden smoking, with that effortless air. He looked at me and I made no move to leave.

Sofía told me that night her boyfriend was too much for her. I just smiled. For me, that wasn’t a problem—it was an invitation.

Four coworkers, a pool, an entire night. The best vacation send-off I could have imagined.

I knelt between his legs in that hotel room and used my lips to say everything words couldn’t.

Behind those boxes, I thought no one could see me. The red camera on the ceiling and the footsteps at the door told me otherwise.

She had the champagne bucket in one hand and the other pressed against the wood, trying to convince herself she was only listening to make sure everything was in order.

Valentina had always been impulsive. But when she brought Camila into our lives, neither of us knew how far we would go.

She came out of the bathroom wearing a white blazer with nothing underneath and a red pacifier between her lips. That night I knew Camila hadn’t come to please me: she’d come to have fun.

My husband wanted to watch me with his brother. It took me weeks to admit I wanted it too. Then I rented an apartment with a one-way mirror and planned every detail.

That week I shouldn’t have noticed him. But when he hugged me from behind in the pool, I knew I was going to lose control that night.

When I opened the door that night, they had no idea I already had the taste of their friend in my mouth and a plan measured in every movement of my hips.

I climbed the gate at three in the morning, with my dress torn and my stockings bloodied, just to look him in the eye and ask whether I was making it all up.

That night I prepared like never before. Camila was coming over with her backpack and her wicked smile, and I knew exactly what I was going to ask her for.

When Marcos confessed he could help me with both things, I knew that night out dancing was going to end far better than expected.