All Chapters of Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

He didn’t give me a second to breathe. His hands were everywhere—gripping my hips, kneading my ass, dragging me back until my chest pressed flush against the cold, blood-streaked counter. The smell of raw meat mixed with his sweat, his heat, his musk, and it made me shiver and moan before he even touched me where I ached.“You’re dripping for me,” he growled, teeth grazing my shoulder, lips brushing the curve of my neck. “All over the counter, all over me… look at you, so fucking wet. You want this, don’t you? You want me to ruin you.”I gasped, nodding as he flipped me over, fingers clutching his apron, desperate for more. His lips trailed down my chest, teasing my nipples, brushing my collarbone, finally finding my pussy.“Oh fuck,” I whimpered as his tongue teased me through my soaked panties, dragging, tasting, licking me until I was trembling.“You’re teasing me,” I breathed, hands tugging at his hair.“No teasing,” he growled, yanking my panties aside and sinking his tongue full

Part 2Work was a bruise. Every chair felt like it had a ridge carved to remind me I was awake, and the fluorescent lights hummed in rhythm with the voice in my skull. He didn’t shut up. He didn’t need to. He had a front-row seat to every twitch, every little betrayal my body made.“Move your leg,” he said once, as if he were bored. “People will notice.”I clenched, shifted, prayed for an emergency email to pull me out of the room. Nothing came. My cock throbbed against denim like it had a pulse of its own. When someone bumped my elbow, something hot slid through me—jealousy? need?—and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from making noise.At noon the voice nudged practical. “Go to the bathroom,” he said.I told myself I was going to the bathroom to puke, or to call my mother, or to check a stupid app. I told myself anything but the truth: that if I stayed in the open I’d either come in my pants or lose my job because I’d scream. The back restroom was always empty, no windows

The night stretched long, the glow of Ava’s phone lighting up her face as message after message rolled in. She couldn’t stop—didn’t want to. Every time Matt’s name appeared at the top of her screen, her body reacted before her brain caught up.Matt: Spread those lips for me again. Show Daddy that pussy.Her thighs trembled as she angled the camera, snapping a photo with two fingers pulling her open. She sent it, biting her lip.The reply was immediate.Matt: Goddamn. Look at that. I’d ruin you. Hold your throat while I fuck you until your eyes rolled back.Her pussy clenched around nothing. She typed back, teasing but already desperate.Ava: You talk a lot for someone who’s not here.Matt: You’d rather I prove it?Ava: …Yes, Daddy.Her stomach dipped as she hit send, realizing how badly she wanted it.Her phone buzzed again—this time, a picture. Matt’s cock, thick, long, heavy in his hand. The angle was calculated, arrogant. He knew exactly what he was doing.Her mouth went dry.Matt:

The bass throbbed low in the underground club, heavy enough to rattle through the concrete floor, but Elena barely noticed the music. Her focus was on him, the stranger leaning against the far wall like the whole damn room belonged to him. Tall, broad-shouldered, his shirt undone enough to flash pale skin and a line of muscle, he had a presence that cut through the haze of noise and neon.Damien. That was the name whispered in the shadows, the one the bartender muttered when Elena asked who he was. The one women leaned closer to say with a mix of warning and want. A vampire.She told herself she didn’t believe in that kind of shit. But when his eyes locked on hers, dark and endless, her body betrayed her —pulse spiking, thighs pressing together under her short skirt.He didn’t smile. Didn’t need to. He moved, and the crowd parted like instinct kept them away from him. One second he was across the room and the next he was in front of her, heat rolling off him, his hand braced against t

The cell door clanged shut behind me, the sound echoing down the tier like a warning. I’d told myself I was ready for this, that weeks of prep would be enough, but standing in front of them was different. Files and mugshots hadn’t done justice to the reality of Marco and Rafael Cortez.Marco sat on the lower bunk, broad shoulders relaxed, dark eyes locked on me with a weight that made my chest tight. Rafael leaned against the wall, arms folded, smirk cutting across his face like he already owned me.I swallowed, forcing myself to keep steady. Blend in. Get close. Find their weakness. That’s all this is.“Fresh meat,” Rafael said, pushing off the wall, circling me with the kind of slow confidence that made the air heavy. “Pretty fresh meat, too.”My pulse jumped, stupid and reckless, and I hated that he saw it.“What’s your name?” he asked.“Aiden,” I said, calm as I could manage.Rafael hummed like he was tasting it. “You nervous, Aiden?”“Should I be?” My voice didn’t shake, but my p