All Chapters of Raw Pleasures: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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CAUGHT, IN THE ACT. Part 3

(3RD PERSON POV)Ethan’s chest rose and fell in uneven bursts, lungs aching as if the air itself had thickened. His back was pressed tight against the door, but Sophia’s hand kept him locked in place, her palm flat against the polished wood, her body leaning just close enough that he could feel the whisper of her robe brushing his bare arm.Her words—If you wanted to watch, you should have asked—echoed inside his skull, dark and impossible to shake.He swallowed hard, throat burning. “Sophia…” His voice cracked, weak, the way a boy did when he stood toe to toe with something far larger than himself. “This is… wrong.”Her lips curled into that dangerous smirk again. “Wrong,” she repeated, as if tasting the word.

Last Updated : 2025-09-05

UNRAVELING. Part 1

Claire’s POVI swear I blinked, and my whole life fell apart.It was Thursday morning when it finally snapped. I was sitting at my desk, the hum of fluorescent lights above me digging into my skull like tiny knives. My boss, Mr. Hawkins—fifty, balding, always smelling faintly of stale coffee—was giving me that look. The one that said, Claire, you’re not good enough. Claire, you’re replaceable.“Claire,” he started, his voice sharp like paper tearing, “this just isn’t working out. We’ve given you enough chances.”I’d heard the rumors in the office for weeks. Cutbacks. Layoffs. But I thought maybe—just maybe

Last Updated : 2025-09-05

UNRAVELING. Part 2

(Claire’s POV)Friday morning crept in with a kind of silence that pressed against my skin. For the first time in a long while, I didn’t have an alarm forcing me out of bed, no corporate emails waiting to crush my spirit before I’d even brushed my teeth. I lay there staring at the ceiling, sheets tangled around my bare legs, wondering if unemployment was supposed to feel like freedom.It didn’t.It felt like being shoved out of a moving car and left in the middle of nowhere with no map.I turned my head toward the nightstand. My phone screen lit up at the slightest touch, the feed I had been scrolling through the night before still open. That bold line from the influencer echoed in my head like a taunt: “Meet the right man and you’ll never work another day in your life.”I didn’t want to admit it, but it hooked me. I was desperate for an escape, something that made me feel al

Last Updated : 2025-09-05

UNRAVELING. Part 3

3rd Person POVSaturday morning arrived with a sun that seemed determined to spotlight every inch of the tennis club’s courts. Claire pushed open the iron gates, her heartbeat syncing with the crisp click of her sneakers against the cobblestone path. Today was different. She wasn’t just here to learn tennis—she was here to be seen.Her outfit was carefully chosen: a short white tennis skirt that flared just enough with each step, a fitted navy crop top that hugged her curves without seeming provocative, and her ponytail bouncing with every movement. A hint of subtle perfume lingered in the air around her, floral with a trace of musk, enough to hint at the woman she could be if someone paid attention.Inside, the morning was already in full swing. Balls ricocheted, sneakers squeaked, and occasional laughter echoed across the courts. Claire signed in at the reception, feeling the eyes of a few players drift her way. It

Last Updated : 2025-09-06

UNRAVELING. Part 4

3rd Person POVIt was still Wednesday, and Claire was halfway through reorganizing her apartment—attempting to distract herself from the pulse of anticipation that seemed to hum in her veins—when her phone buzzed. A number she didn’t recognize flashed across the screen."Your package has arrived."She frowned, stepping out to the small balcony to get some air. A sleek black car had just pulled up, and the driver, tall and impeccably dressed, exited to deliver a single box before retreating back to his vehicle. He didn’t speak, didn’t hesitate—simply placed the package carefully at her doorstep and returned to the car.Claire stared at it, pulse quickening. The box was large, wrapped in deep navy paper with a silver satin ribbon tied around it. It wasn’t just a package—it was a statement, an invitation. She lifted it effortlessly, though her hands trembled slightly with ex

Last Updated : 2025-09-06

UNRAVELING. Part 5

3rd Person POVClaire’s heart was still hammering from the drive, the scent of his cologne lingering in her clothes, her pulse echoing with anticipation. She had stepped inside his house countless times now, but tonight felt different—electric, charged, as though the air itself promised indulgence.He greeted her at the door with that same calm, commanding presence. Broad shoulders, tattoos peeking under his rolled-up sleeves, scars that hinted at battles survived, and an expensive watch catching the dim light. His eyes held her, dark and calculating, yet with that undeniable hunger that always sent heat curling through her veins.“Make yourself comfortable,” he said smoothly, gesturing to a plush chaise in the private lounge. The room smelled of sandalwood and leather, faint notes of his cologne clinging to the air.Claire sank onto the chair, legs crossed, and tried to steady her racing thoughts. The f

Last Updated : 2025-09-06

UNRAVELING. Part 6

3rd Person POVClaire squirted violently, the release spilling around her, hips bucking against nothing as if searching for a body to take the sensations, eyes rolling back in raw ecstasy. The whip of pleasure was immediate, relentless, leaving her trembling and soaked, utterly exposed.He leaned back slightly, watching her every shiver, every involuntary spasm, the faint gasp of exhaustion and craving escaping her lips. Then he moved with deliberate precision, pressing the vibrator in her pussy to a new frequency, teasing the apex of her clit while his hands remained controlling the ass device. She cried out, a sound of desperation, humiliation, and desire all mixed together.The blonde’s submission, her audacious willingness to serve, seemed only to drive him further. His voice was low, commanding, cutting through the haze of her overstimulated mind: “Lo

Last Updated : 2025-09-06

TEMPTATION. Part 1

3RD PERSON POVThe Tuesday sun burned hot against the hospital windows, throwing white light across the polished floors of St. Augustine’s Trauma Center. The ER buzzed with its usual blend of chaos — phones ringing, doctors shouting, the faint smell of antiseptic thick in the air. It was just another day in the relentless world of emergencies.Vivienne Cole moved through it all with practiced grace. At thirty-two, she had become the department’s steady heart — a nurse who is calm in the face of blood and panic, this has made her both respected and admired. Her scrubs fit her in all the right places, hugging the soft curves of her hips, the neckline hinting at the cleavage she usually hid beneath her lab coat. Her colleagues called her “the iron flower”: beautiful, resilient, and untouchable.But beneath the surface, Vivienne was anything but untouchable. Her husband

Last Updated : 2025-09-06

TEMPTATION. Part 2

3RD PERSON POVThe note had been slipped onto her desk as though it belonged there. No envelope, no signature—just neat, deliberate handwriting:“I would like to continue my treatment privately. Payment made in full. Address attached.”Vivienne stared at it for a long moment, her stomach tightening. She knew before she even saw the scrawled address whose name was behind it. Dante.By the time she signed out of the hospital, dusk was painting the sky in slow bruises of purple and orange. She told herself it was only professional—patients had home care all the time. Yet her pulse betrayed her, quickening with every mile toward his house.When the door swung open, he was already smiling, a predator who knew his prey had walke

Last Updated : 2025-09-07

SPLIT WIDE-OPEN part 1

THIRD PERSON POV Selene moved through the heavy iron door, her heels clicking against polished stone, into the place Alexander called The Black Chamber. She came as he preferred—completely naked, stripped of fabric, stripped of pretense. Only heels adorned her feet, beads that adorned her waist, wrist and ankles, her black pouring long hair, the sharp sound echoing her submission as her body gleamed in the low light.Alexander’s gaze devoured her the moment she entered. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. He set aside his whiskey and rose, prowling toward her like a predator who’d been waiting all night. His hand cupped her jaw, tilting her face up before his mouth crashed against hers—hot, demanding, claiming. His tongue plundered, his teeth tugged at her lips until she whimpered into him.When h

Last Updated : 2025-09-07

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