Semua Bab Raw Pleasures: Bab 61 - Bab 70

THIRD PERSON POVThe rain had been going for hours, just pounding on the roof like it was trying to break in. The house was quiet except for that sound, and the occasional roll of thunder that shook the windows. Power had been out for a while now, so the only light came from the fireplace in the living room and a couple of candles scattered around.Maya stretched out on the couch like she owned it, legs tucked under a blanket but not really trying to hide herself. Her shorts were riding high, her crop top loose, and in the flicker of the fire she looked almost unreal. The rise and fall of her stomach as she sighed, the glow on her skin—it all just… lingered in the air.Across from her, Lila sat in the armchair. The new stepsister. Just a month of knowing each other and already it was like the air changed every time they were in the same room. Lila was only a year older but carried herself in a way that made her seem more, like she already knew every secret Maya tried to keep. Her hood

THIRD PERSON POVMaya’s wrists were still tied loosely to Lila’s headboard, her skin flushed and damp from the waves of pleasure already wrung out of her. The blindfold stayed in place, but she didn’t need her eyes — her body was wide awake, strung tight on every touch, every sound.She heard the low hum before she felt it: the quiet click of buckles, the rustle of leather, the soft laugh that curled out of Lila’s throat.“You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?” Lila’s voice was steady, playful, but threaded with command.Maya swallowed, pulling lightly against the restraints. “What are you doing?” Her voice was breathy, betraying more excitement than fear.“Giving you your real graduation gift,” Lila whispered, leaning down so her lips brushed Maya’s ear. The tease sent a shiver rushing down her spine.Then Maya felt it — the press of something firm, smooth, thick, nudging against the inside of her thigh. The straps creaked as Lila adjusted her hips, settling between her legs

THIRD PERSON POVRico returned the favor, his touch reverent and rough all at once. His hands, slick with soap, traveled over her skin like he was mapping her body for the first time. He dragged the lather down the line of her spine, pressing firmly enough to make her arch. When he reached the curve of her hips, his fingers lingered, kneading the soft flesh before sliding lower, a teasing graze that made her breath stutter.The water poured over them, a steady roar against tile, filling the silence with heat and steam. But even that couldn’t smother the sound that slipped from Sara’s throat — a trembling moan, startled out of her when Rico’s lips closed over her nipple. His mouth was hot despite the spray, tongue swirling before he sucked gently, then harder, until she gasped and grabbed at his wet hair.He didn’t rush. He moved down her body like a man savoring a feast, kissing and tasting as if he owned every inch of her. When he finally dropped to his knees, the sight of him there

SARA'S POVThe silk was everywhere. Around my eyes, muffling the light. Around my wrists, cinching them so tightly above my head that I could feel my pulse against the fabric. Around my thighs, spreading me indecently wide, making me nothing but a display for him.I had never felt so helpless. And yet, the helplessness wasn’t a prison — it was a fire. My body betrayed me, every nerve lit with a strange, pulsing hunger that I couldn’t contain.I heard him moving. The sound of ice clinking against glass. A freezer door closing. Then footsteps, deliberate, slow, dragging the anticipation until my skin prickled.“Rico…” I whispered into the darkness, my voice quivering, fragile.He didn’t answer. Not yet.Instead, something cold brushed my stomach. I gasped, jerking hard against the restraints, but silk only tightened around me, cruel in its softness. The ice slid lower, trailing a wet line across my skin until it found me — until it rested on my clit like a burning brand of frost.“Ahhh—

ANGEL'S POVHis grip on my neck tightened just enough to remind me that resistance would be useless here, at least not the kind of resistance my body wanted to give. I pressed my palms against his chest, intending to push him away, but the steady thump of his heart under my hand only dragged me deeper into the past.“Adam, stop this,” I whispered, though my voice cracked, betraying the tremor of need I refused to admit.He tilted his head, brushing his lips close to my ear without kissing. “You still shake for me, Angel. Divorce didn’t change that.” His thumb stroked the hollow of my throat, his gaze burning with wicked patience.He pinned me harder against the wall, his body covering mine completely, his presence overwhelming. With his free hand, he cupped my breast, squeezing until a low moan slipped out of me before I could stop it.“That sound,” he muttered, dark satisfaction curling his voice, “that’s the sound I’ve been starving for. You swore you were done with me, but your bod