All Chapters of Unraveled by Desire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I cursed myself for forgetting the key to my locker in the staff room as I drove. I begged Felix, my co-worker at the bar, to cover for me while I rushed back home to retrieve it.As I fumbled for the keys to the apartment I shared with my fiance, Michael, I noticed that the door was already unlocked. He should be at work, and the apartment should be locked, so why was it open? Had he come back to grab something too? I felt a shiver run down my spine as I clutched the door handle, pushed the door, opening it slowly. I could hear voices.I stood frozen in the living room, my ears straining to pinpoint the source of the moans. "Mmmm...ahhhh...fuck, it feels so good." The voice was husky and familiar, sending a wave of unease through me.My heart racing, I crept towards the bedroom door, trying not to make a sound as I pressed my ear against it to eavesdrop, my hand on the doorknob as I listened. I heard the sounds - the moans, the gasps, the unmistakable sounds of sex."Ah, Michael...oh

"Hi. You must be my cousin's new roommate," he blurted out, his voice, making my knees go weak. He stretched out his hand, inviting me to shake it.I stood there, frozen, lost for words, my eyes locked on his. I couldn't believe how handsome he was, still feeling horny from before, my mind started to wonder what it would feel like to kiss him, his hands roaming around my body, his cock in me. I gulped.He snapped me out of my trance as he spoke again. "My name is Steve Harrison; it's nice to meet you," a smirk played on his lips, almost like he could see right through me.I hesitated, my instincts screaming at me to back away. This man is dangerous. But my body seemed to have other plans, as I felt a spark of attraction that I couldn't ignore.I took a deep breath and reached out to shake his hand, my heart racing with anticipation. What was I getting myself into?I took it, feeling a jolt of electricity as our palms touched. His hand was warm and firm, and I felt a spark of attractio

I slept off after the sex with Steve. By the time I woke up, he had left and I understood, knowing we’d both gotten what we wanted, the sex. I stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling. I was trying to convince myself that what happened with Steve was just like a one-night stand, but I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to it. The way he looked at me, the way he touched me... it all felt so intimate, so personal. I couldn't help but wonder if he felt the same way, or if I was just reading too much into it.He was the first guy I’d been with after Michael, and I didn't regret it, after all I wasn’t not ready for another relationship after what happened with Michael. I just hoped things wouldn’t be awkward when he came around, and I had no idea what this meant for us. All I knew was that I was attracted to him and the sex was really good.As I got ready for work, I couldn't help but think about Steve and what happened between us. I worried about how Hazel would react i

Mark's eyes widened, his pupils slowly dilating as he took a step back, releasing my wrist. "Steve, man, I'm Hazel's friend, remember me? We've met before. I'm just trying to talk to her, I'm interested in her. No big deal," Mark said, trying to calm Steve down.But Steve's expression didn't change. "I don't remember you. Leave her alone," he said coldly.Mark quickly apologized and left, leaving me and Steve alone in the almost-empty bar. I felt a mix of emotions: relief that Mark was gone, but also confusion and annoyance at Steve's sudden appearance and behavior. What was he doing here? I looked up at Steve, trying to read his expression. But his face was closed off, and I couldn't tell what he was thinking.Steve's gaze lingered on my wrist, the one Mark had grabbed. It was red and slightly swollen, a reminder of the unwanted contact. His voice soft as he asked, "Are you okay? How's your wrist?"I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. Part of me wanted to brush off h

"Steve..." I started to say, my voice low and frustrated. He suddenly slipped his two fingers back inside me, moving them in and out, then pulling them out again. He was teasing me. "Tell me you'll let me drive you home, Mabel," he grunted and slipped his fingers back inside me again. I was getting frustrated, my body aching for release. I nodded my head, and he removed them. “Steve…” I moaned, my gaze pleading for his fingers to fuck me. He slipped them back in, moving very slowly, but steadily, not changing the pace. I was right there, on the edge again, when he stopped moving his fingers, they stayed still in me. I tried to move my body to fuck his fingers, he stopped me. "Please, Steve," I begged, my voice low and pleading. "I need to come." "Use your words, Mabel. Tell me what you fucking want," he smirked, his breath hot on my face. He removed his fingers and put his thumb over my clit and this sent me