Lahat ng Kabanata ng Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires: Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

In one swift move, he spun me around, pressing my front against the wall. My heart pounded as his hands slid over my ass, squeezing, kneading, before hooking his fingers into the thin fabric of my costume.The sound of it tearing filled the dark hallway. I gasped, half-shocked, half-aroused beyond reason, as cool air hit my bare skin.“Perfect,” he muttered, his hand sliding between my thighs, fingers finding me slick and ready. He pushed one inside me without warning, making me moan so loud it echoed through the empty house.“Good girl,” he growled, pumping his finger in deep, then adding another. “Open for me already. So greedy.”I bit my lip, clutching the wall for balance as pleasure flooded me, my body rocking back against his hand. The rough leather of his glove dragged in just the right way, sparks exploding low in my belly.My mind screamed that this was insane, that I’d walked into a stranger’s house and let him tear my clothes off. But my body… my body didn’t give a damn. It

On my way back to my room I thought maybe I was crazy. Maybe it had been a one-night mistake, a heat-blink that would fade by morning when the house smelled like coffee and my brain could file the memory away under “never again.” But when I woke up with his fingers still ghosting over my skin in my head, the decision was already made for me. I wanted him again.He found me before breakfast, standing at the sink, pouring cereal like I was trying to act normal. The sunlight made him look dangerous, the angles of his face too pretty for someone so reckless, and the way he leaned in the doorway like he owned the morning made my knees go weak all over again.“You slept like a mess,” he said, gaze sliding over me. “Haven’t stopped thinking about last night.” His voice was casual, but it had teeth. He stepped close enough to brush my hip with his thigh, and I felt the old thunder in my chest.“You should leave,” I said, because rules were useful for pretending. I could tell he liked that I t

It was snowing when I got to my fiancé’s parents’ house. The place looked like something out of a Christmas movie with lights around the porch and smoke coming out of the chimney. My stomach was in knots because it wasn’t just dinner, I was staying the whole weekend, and I didn’t know if they’d even like me.I rang the bell and the door opened right away. I froze. It wasn’t my fiancé standing there. It was his dad.He was older, bigger, built in a way my fiancé wasn’t. Broad shoulders, rough hands, gray at the sides of his dark hair. He stared right at me and I swear my knees almost gave out.“You must be her,” he said. “Come in before you freeze.”I stepped inside, heat rushing over me, but it wasn’t the house that warmed me up. It was him. The way he took my suitcase from me like it was nothing. The way his eyes stayed on me before he turned toward the stairs.“Dad?” my fiancé called from the living room. He came rushing out, grinning, kissing me like we hadn’t seen each other in mo

I hadn’t expected my new apartment to come with a nightly soundtrack. Thin walls and a neighbor who fucked like it was an Olympic sport weren’t exactly listed in the lease agreement, but from the first night I’d moved in, it had been impossible to ignore.It started slow and low, deep grunts that carried through the plaster, the kind of masculine sound that vibrated low in my chest even when I pressed a pillow over my ears. Then came the moans, high-pitched and desperate, voices I couldn’t make out clearly but enough to tell there were always more than one, sometimes two, sometimes three, like he had a revolving door of lovers lined up outside his place.I told myself I hated it. I told myself it was gross, inconsiderate, a reason to complain to the landlord. But when the nights stretched longer and the city outside went quiet, I found myself lying awake, flushed and restless, straining to hear the next sharp slap of skin or the curse that slipped through the wall.He fucked hard. He

My legs gave out when he finally pulled back, his cock dragging slick from my cunt with a wet sound that echoed in the dark room. I gasped for air, chest heaving, every nerve buzzing, but he wasn’t finished—he wasn’t anywhere close.“On the bed,” he ordered, voice raw, eyes burning black.When I hesitated, his hand closed around my arm, dragging me through the shadows until I stumbled against the edge of the mattress. He shoved me down face-first, his palm pressing hard between my shoulder blades until I was bent over, ass up, skirt rucked to my waist.I felt the wet head of his cock smearing against my swollen hole again, leaking so much pre it slid down my thighs.“Look at this pussy,” he growled, dragging his length along my folds, coating me in his constant spill. “Already ruined, dripping for me, and still begging for more.”I whimpered, pressing back against him without meaning to, my body betraying me again.“Yeah, that’s it,” he said, voice shaking with hunger. “Can’t get enou