Unholy Cravings: A Collection Of Steamy Stories.

Blurb: In a monastery built for repentance, two holy men will teach her the art of temptation.Chapter 1: Elara’s POVI stepped through the heavy oak doors of the monastery, my chest aching like a weight was dropped on it.At twenty two, I'd lived a life of reckless indulgence, spent my nights in silk sheets with lovers I barely remembered and my days chasing highs that left me hollow.But my last relationship, the one with the married man whose wife had almost stabbed me with a knife. It left me wondering what I was really doing. I needed atonement and I needed to purge that fire that was burning inside me as though it was insatiable.The air inside was cool, scented with incense and aged wood, a stark contrast to the heat outside. My simple white dress clung to my curves, the thin cotton damp from sweat, outlining the swell of my breasts and the flare of my hips.I hadn't worn undergarments, it felt like a small act of defiance to remind me what normalcy felt like.Two figures eme

Elara’s POVThe night air in the shared cell was thick with the scent of sweat and cum. I lay on the narrow bed, eyes wide and open, and my body humming from where Thorne’s hand rested on my waist, his cock nestling against the curve of my ass.My pussy still fluttered faintly from the orgasm he had wrenched from me, and yet, sleep evaded me. I couldn't shut my eyes for a full minute, because I was anticipating what would happen when Elias finally got here. The fire I’d come here to extinguish burned deeper. I shifted slightly, the rough wool of the blanket chafing my skin, and my nipples tightened into peaks. I wasn't wearing my dress, Thorne had tugged it off while he was cleaning me. I lay stark naked on a priest's bed, imagining all the sins they could coax from my body.Thorne stirred behind me, his breath hot on my neck, lips brushing the shell of my ear in a lazy kiss that made me shiver. “Can’t sleep, little sinner?” He murmured, voice rough with sleep. His hand slid up to

Lila's POV I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned for hours on end and yet, I couldn't get a minute of sleep. It was 2 a.m, I should be asleep, and yet, all I could think of was Jax's words. He said he missed me. That shouldn't have meant anything, he'd probably said it to millions of other girls and yet, I couldn't forget those words.Outside, the storm raged. Rain lashed against the windows and the wind howled. Mom and Richard already left before the rain started and at this rate, they'll probably spend the night at a hotel.Jax was somewhere in the house, probably in his room. What would he be doing? He'd probably be asleep.My stomach growled, a low rumble that made me groan.I slipped from bed barefoot, tugging my sleep shirt, a big tee that stopped mid thigh. It was given to me by the boy from school.The kitchen was downstairs and I could just slip in and grab a late night snack from the fridge. Yup, sounds like a plan.When I got to the stairs, a scent hit my nose. Whiskey.I

LILA'S POVThe sunlight streamed through the curtains, pulling me from the deepest sleep I'd had in years. My body ached in a good way. I felt sore between my legs and my bed felt harder than it usually was.My eyes snapped open immediately when memories of last night crashed into me in waves. And right under me was my stepbrother, naked. Last night had happened, it was not a dream.Whoa.I was tangled in Jax’s arms, his breath warm on my neck. One heavy leg draped over mine, pinning me there like he didn't want to let me go. God, he smelled like us, and that thought sent a fresh bolt of heat straight to my cunt.I shifted just a little, savouring the heat of his body. His cock was half hard and it nestled against my ass like.A lazy smile tugged at my lips. This is what I'd always wanted, what I always dreamed of. Jax did not see me as family after all, and it excited me more than I'd care to admit.We'd crossed a line, and now there would be no more aching from afar.The storm had

Chapter 1: The Wrong DoorThe clock on Elena's laptop was 11:47 p.m. when the lights in the thirty-second-floor office flickered uncertainly before dying completely. It was nothing unusual at times for the ancient building that housed half a dozen law firms and three investment banks. The emergency generators were definitely bound to kick in any second, but Elena still sighed in disappointment as she saved her forensic audit file on the offshore shell companies and closed the laptop.She gathered her purse and stepped into the hallway, using her phone’s torch to guide her steps. The power came back on just as she reached the elevator, and she stepped in with a small smile at her perfect timing. She pressed the button for the ground-floor garage and began to scroll through memes on her phone as the car began its descent.Then the power flickered again, making the elevator lurch in a disturbing manner with the lights stuttering. When it stopped and the doors slid open, the floor number