All Chapters of Unholy Cravings (Collection of Erotica Short Stories): Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

SaraThe bedroom door was cracked open. I knew I shouldn't be there. I told myself that as I crept down the hall, my bare feet silent against the floorboards. But it didn't matter. I wasn't thinking with my head.I was thinking about the way he looked at me last night.And the man I'd been aching for since I stepped into this house. He was lying in bed, shirtless, one arm behind his head. The TV was on, reflecting a soft blue glow across his chest and the sharp line of his jaw. His eyes shifted toward the door—and then to me. Neither of us said a word.I slipped in, shut the door behind me, and took slow steps toward him in nothing but one of his flannel shirts I'd stolen from the laundry earlier. It barely reached the tops of my thighs.He sat up slowly, eyes locked on me. Then his gaze dipped lower—down my legs, to the hem of his shirt brushing my thighs. He took his time taking it all in. I knew that look so well. "You're late," he said, voice rough like gravel.I bit my lip. "Ha

CarsonHer scent hit me the second I passed the guest bathroom. Sweet. Warm. Wet.I should've kept walking, Instead, I pushed the door open. She was at the sink, toothbrush in her mouth, wearing that tiny tank top with no bra, nipples hard beneath the thin fabric.She froze when she saw me in the mirror. But she didn't flinch. She just stared—mouth slightly open, daring me."You left the door unlocked," I said, stepping in and closing it behind me. "That's a dangerous habit."I didn't wait for permission. My hands were already on her hips, dragging her against me as I pressed my mouth to her neck. Her toothbrush hit the sink with a soft clink."You want to be caught, don't you?" I growled, my hand sliding under her tank and grabbing her bare breast. "You like playing dirty in my house."She moaned low, rocking back into me. "You're the one who walked in."I spun her around, lifted her to sit on the edge of the sink, and shoved the tank up to her collarbone. Her legs spread without hes

Carson I'd just killed the engine and was about to step out of the truck when I saw Layla and Sara walking down the driveway. My hand paused on the door handle.Layla headed straight for the driver's side window, hair pulled up in a lazy ponytail, her phone clutched in one hand. Sara trailed a few steps behind her, eyes already on me.My grip tightened."Thank God you're back, Dad," Layla said, knocking once on the window with her knuckles. "Can you drop us off at the shopping mall?"I leaned back in my seat, eyes shifting to Sara for the briefest second. Her gaze didn't waver. She wasn't flustered. Wasn't nervous. If anything, she looked like she'd been expecting me."What are you going there for?" I asked, keeping my tone even.Layla rolled her eyes playfully. "Sara and I have a few things to get. Since you haven't even gotten out of the car, please take us. It won't take long.""Please?" she added, drawing out the word in that persistent daughter-way she'd perfected since she was