A Taste For Trouble – Ava Wilde

My heels clicked even over the bass. I let my shoulder brush a few bodies. Let my hand touch a wall. I wasn’t steady. I didn’t want to be. I wanted to leak. I wanted to leave a trail. I wanted him to smell me before I reached him. He turned as I neared. His mouth twitched. He lifted his glass and took a long drink. The line of his throat flexed. I wanted to fuck it. I wanted to press my cunt to his mouth and tell him to drink like he drank everything else—quietly, completely, without complaint.

“Drinking or drowning?” he asked, nodding to my glass. “Whatever gets me wetter.” He blinked. Laughed once, soft. Then he looked at me for real. “You know,” he said, swirling the last of the whiskey in his glass, “I never told you this, but I read your editorial notes.”

I blinked. “Which ones?” “All of them.” I stared. “You always have this way of cutting through the bullshit,” he said. “Even when you’re harsh, there’s clarity. Intent. You see what something wants to be and you’re not afraid to say it.” “That’s a polite way of calling me abrasive.” “No,” he said, flat.

“It’s a respectful way of calling you right.” I swallowed hard. He waved the bartender over and didn’t ask what I wanted. A full pour of whiskey appeared. I didn’t thank him. I just let our fingers brush around the glass. I took a sip. Let it burn. Let it sit on my tongue. He continued, slower now. “Sometimes, when the reports come in, I look at your notes before I even read the pitches. It’s like a shortcut to truth.”

That hit me somewhere lower than expected. “You don’t strike me as the type who needs shortcuts.” “I don’t,” he said. “But I like the way your mind works.” “You should tell me shit like that more often,” I said. I stepped closer, just enough for our knees to brush.

His scent hit me. That faint leather and paper and something clean, like eucalyptus in the dark. I wanted to crawl into his lap and bite his collarbone. But he looked away. Then back. Measured. And then the music changed. Thicker bass. Slower tempo.

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Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. 1kitap1.com/en Content Warnings If you’re reading this, you already know you’re about to make a bad decision. Good. Let’s begin. This book features adults behaving very badly: graphic sex, dominant- submissive play, and the worship of sweat, skin, and scent.

You’ll find explicit sexual scenes, power dynamics, masturbation, voyeurism, public arousal, and women who want shamelessly. There is no slow burn. No drawn-out romance arcs. There’s little space for sweetness and none for judgement. We’re talking 93% spice, 7% consequences. It is intended for adult readers only (18+). Read with care. If any of this feels unsafe or overwhelming, trust your gut and close the book. Protect your mind. Protect your peace. Pleasure is supposed to feel good.

You’ve been warned. And if you’re still here, you’re mine now. 1kitap1.com/en For the girls who know better. And do it anyway. 1kitap1.com/en Contents 1. Table manners 2. Unsaid Things 3. Gravel 4. Spaces 5. Parties 6. Afterparty 7. Control 8. Shine 9. Restraint 10. Consequence 11. Ivory 12. New Beginnings About The Author Other Ava Wilde Books 1kitap1.com/en T One Table manners he welcome lunch was fucking awkward.

Polished smiles flashed across the table. Buzzwords filled the air like perfume someone forgot to stop spraying. Everyone talking, no one saying a damn real thing. People nodded like bobbleheads, laughter lagging just enough to prove nobody was actually listening. It was the kind of event meant to be forgettable. But I couldn’t forget it. Not because of the sad quinoa salad or the HR girl’s paper-thin grin after her fifth repetition of “we’re so excited to have you.” But because of him.

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