All Chapters of UNCENSORED: The Steamy Vignettes Return: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The wind howls as she steps out of the cab, clutching her jacket tighter around her. The estate looms ahead—cold, vast, and still as death. Moonlight casts jagged shadows across the ivy-covered stone, and the tall iron gates creak shut behind her with a sound too final for comfort.No one greets her. No lights flicker on. Just silence.Her name is Mira, and she’s been sent to clean the old mansion once a week. Though no one she works with has ever stayed past the first visit. There are whispers, of course. Of the reclusive billionaire who owns the estate. Of what happened to his fiancée years ago. Of why he never shows his face in public.But Mira doesn’t believe in ghosts. Only in debts. And this job pays triple.Inside, the air is cold and heavy. The floors groan beneath her boots. Each portrait along the corridor seems to follow her with shadowed eyes. She pauses at the grand staircase, setting down her cleaning kit, brushing her fingers along the old banister.“I do not like peopl

The studio smelled faintly of paper backdrops and expensive cologne. Soft jazz pulsed low from the speaker in the corner, barely covering the sound of the shutter clicks.Camilla stood beneath the lights, barefoot, wrapped in nothing but a silk robe that clung to the curves of her waist. The fabric slipped off one shoulder as she moved into her next pose, exposing the line of her collarbone like a quiet invitation."Good," his voice murmured from behind the camera, smooth and low. Like something uncoiling in the dark. "Hold that."Her eyes fluttered shut for a second. Maybe it was the heat of the spotlight. Maybe it was him—Jasper Hale. The infamous photographer whose portraits were equal parts art and hunger. She hadn’t expected him when she accepted the last-minute shoot.And she definitely hadn’t expected the way his gaze burned through the lens, like he could see more than the curve of her body—like he wanted to."Now," Jasper said, stepping out from behind the camera. He held it

I didn't mean to react the way I did. And the way my dad looked at me, his eyes spoke a lot of “do you have a problem with that?”I immediately nodded a no and apologized.As I turned to leave, my eyes darted to his friend who sat on one sofa, staring like nothing had happened earlier. I dragged myself up the stairs, thinking about everything that could go wrong—or maybe right—if he successfully spends the night here—in a room beside mine. I swallowed hard and my dream suddenly flashed in my head.The way he walked into my room rubbing his c**k was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen, even his bare chest with those beautiful hairs that hung on it.I didn't even realize when my lips parted and my breathing became unsteady as I thought about how slow and sweet he had f**ked me.I got to the guest room and It looked clean already. All that needed to be done was to change the bed linens and open the windows for ventilation. Sunlight and cold air seeped into the room as I first slid the wind

The moment I walked into the office this morning, my boss presented a stack of files for careful review and correction of every damn error before 3:00 pm.I worked breathlessly for seven plus hours and finally closed the last file around 3:01 pm. The air conditioner in my office had suddenly stopped working and sweat dripped off my forehead.I had loosened the top buttons of my crisp navy blue shirt to enable me to receive more air.I stood up from the chair and quickly arranged the files in correct order. Then I carried them in the crook of my elbow and sprinted out of the office.I was already two minutes late and I knew my boss would be hell mad at me for being “incompetent”—as he always calls me. I walked down the hallway so quickly I didn't realize how I got to his office within a few seconds.I knocked once and pushed the door open. Then I looked straight at where he usually sits but there was no one seated behind the neatly arranged massive table.I stepped in and shut the doo

I couldn’t feel the cold anymore.Maybe it was the fear. Maybe it was the bitter stone floor under my knees, numbing me until I couldn’t tell the difference between being alive and simply waiting to be owned.The underground auction was everything I imagined hell would be. Lavish, loud, and lit with too much gold. Not warmth. Not kindness. Just excess. Vampires lounged like kings on velvet-draped balconies, shadows of other creatures snarling beneath their masks. Some humanoid, others... less so. All of them hungry.And I was tonight’s delicacy.A spotlight burned down on me like a curse. I kept my eyes lowered, but I could feel the tension in the air. The way voices rose, deeper and louder. Bids were being shouted, argued, fought over.Fought over me.I shouldn’t have stood out. Not when others were auctioned before me, some even more beautiful, more trained. But maybe that was the problem. I wasn’t trained. I was untouched. A virgin in every way they wanted. And worse, I was human.