All Chapters of Raw Pleasures: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

HIS POVI yanked her up, sat back in the heavy chair, and dragged her onto my lap like she belonged there. My cock was still slick from her ass, throbbing against her entrance.“Ride me.” My voice came out low, sharp, more command than request.Her eyes burned with defiance and desire, but she obeyed, straddling me with shaking thighs, lowering herself down inch by inch. Her moan hit me like fire, high and needy, as her pussy swallowed me whole.“Ahhh—fuuuuck,” she gasped, nails raking my shoulders as she sank all the way down.I grabbed her hips, forcing her to move, grinding her clit against the base of my cock. Her tits bounced in my face, nipples hard, begging to be punished. I caught one in my mouth, biting hard enough to make her yelp, then twisting the other between my fingers until her whole body jolted.“Good girl,” I growled against her skin. “Fuck yourself on my cock. Harder.”She whined, but obeyed, bouncing faster, grinding down with desperation. The slap of her ass again

HER POVThe night air was warm, salted with the breath of the sea. I stepped out of the car and the world tilted—the dock stretched out before me, string lights swaying lazily above, casting golden reflections across the black ripple of the water. Music pulsed low, seductive, slipping between the laughter and the clink of glasses.The invitation had said exclusive, but I hadn’t expected this: yachts rocking gently at their moorings, each one glowing like its own private world; men and women in clothes too expensive to wrinkle, too sheer to hide anything. Perfume mingled with salt air. A hundred eyes turned, curious, appraising.I pulled my silk shawl tighter, though it was useless against the way my dress clung—midnight blue, cut daringly low at the back, my skin still humming from days of preparation.Marcus was there, of course, then his twin, George, leaning against the railing with a glass of champagne like he’d been born holding it, his suit tailored sharp enough to cut. His eyes

HER POVMy orgasm still tore through me, but they didn’t give me a second to recover. I barely caught my breath before Marcus hauled me up, blindfold still tight, his hand gripping my jaw hard.“Open that pretty mouth,” he growled.I whimpered, but my lips parted on instinct. His cock shoved past them, thick, heavy, pulsing with heat. My throat clenched, unready, but he didn’t care—he drove deeper, using my mouth like he owned it. I gagged around him, tears pricking behind the silk blindfold.“Fuck, yes,” Marcus hissed, hips snapping, cock slamming down my throat. One hand tangled in my hair, the other smacking my cheek. “Take it, slut. Take all of me.”Cristóbal’s hands steadied me, his voice calm, soothing in contrast. “Breathe through your nose, cariño. Good girl. That’s it… let him.”I moaned around Marcus’s cock, the vibration making him groan loud and filthy. He fucked my throat until spit streamed down my chin, my jaw aching, but Cristóbal knelt behind me, parting my thighs aga

THIRD PERSON POVVictor’s gaze lingered on her, sharp and unreadable, before he finally stepped back. “You’ve passed the preliminaries. Now for the real test.”He opened the door and gestured. “Walk.”Ava’s heart hammered in her chest. She moved, naked, the floor cold under her bare feet. Every step carried her deeper into something she couldn’t turn away from now.He led her down a narrow hallway until they stopped at a steel door. Victor pressed a code into the keypad, and the lock clicked. The heavy door swung open.Her breath caught.The room was stark, lit by fluorescent lights. Along the wall stood a line of men—six, maybe seven—each stripped from the waist down, stroking their cocks slowly, deliberately. They were lined up shoulder to shoulder like inmates waiting for rations, eyes locked on her with hungry expectation.Ava froze in the doorway, heat rushing to her cheeks, shame tangling with the molten ache low in her belly.Victor’s hand pressed firmly against her back, urgin

THIRD PERSON POVValentina was the first to break the silence. She offered Aria a smile that was just a little too polite, her voice smooth, practiced.“Aria,” she said, dipping her head in a greeting. “It’s been a long time.”Aria’s lips curved faintly, but her eyes didn’t soften. “Has it?”Valentina’s gaze flickered—something unreadable there—before she turned back to Matteo. “We’ll talk another time,” she murmured, her tone laced with implication only he would catch. Then she slipped past Aria, her heels clicking against the marble as she disappeared into the crowd.The silence that followed was suffocating.Matteo exhaled, turning fully toward his wife. His hand reached for hers, warm and steady, his smile practiced perfection. “Aria, that was nothing. Just business.”Her brow arched slightly. “Business? In the lobby. Alone. With her?”He chuckled softly, tilting her chin with his knuckle, his dark eyes locking on hers. “You know me better than that. Nothing was going on, I promis