Lahat ng Kabanata ng UNCENSORED: The Steamy Vignettes Return: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

The front door creaked as she eased it shut, holding her breath like a thief. Midnight still clung to her skin, the perfume of beer and smoke from the party clashing with the quiet of the house. Her mother had told her not to go. Don’t even think about it, she’d warned. And yet here she was, shoes dangling from her fingers, praying no one would hear.“Done having fun?”The deep voice came from the darkness at the bottom of the stairs.Her heart lurched. The hallway lamp flicked on, and there he was. Her stepfather, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, eyes narrowing as they raked over her bare shoulders, her guilty face.Her party dress was a small one. It only covered a bit of bare skin…her boobs and held off her stomach, and her skirt covered from her waist, down to under her ass cheeks. Her thighs, legs and arms were exposed, skin glittering under the hallway lamp.“Y-you’re awake,” she stammered.He let out a low, humorless chuckle. “Of course, I had to come check if my step da

The morning sunlight streamed through the penthouse windows, gilding the marble floors in gold. Damian Blackwell, billionaire heir to the Blackwell dynasty, stood in his suit jacket, one hand in his pocket, the other wrapped around a glass of whiskey he hadn’t touched. His mind wasn’t on the drink. It was on her. He had only met her a week ago… briefly and unexpectedly…but that single encounter had etched itself into him like a burn. Her laughter, soft and unguarded, had chased him even into his dreams. He wasn’t the type to believe in love at first sight, but here he was, sending for her as though his future depended on it. He wanted his parents to meet her. No…he wanted his parents to accept her. And for that, she needed to be by his side today. He turned to the man who stood silently by the door. Marcus. His most trusted guard. Broad-shouldered, quiet, and efficient. “Go to her house,” Damian said, his tone crisp, carrying both command and urgency. “Bring her here. Tell her

The night stretched endlessly, shadows crawling over the walls as the minutes ticked by. She lay on her back, then on her side, then curled tightly into a ball, her blanket twisting around her legs like a trap. Sleep wouldn’t come, no matter how many times she squeezed her eyes shut and willed her mind to go quiet. It wasn’t just the silence of the house that pressed down on her; it was the loneliness. She hated sleeping alone, had always hated it. As far back as she could remember, she needed someone close…someone’s warmth, someone’s heartbeat to lull her into rest. When she was younger, she’d sneak into her mother’s bed, burrowing against her for comfort. But those days were long gone. Now, the emptiness of her room felt unbearable. Every time she turned, the sheets cooled instantly where her body had been, leaving her skin chilled, her chest hollow. She hugged her pillow tighter, pretending it was someone else, but the fabric was unyielding, lifeless. It didn’t soothe her. Her th

It happened once, then twice, and now he can't do without me. His cock can't rest without entering my pussy and fucking senses out of me.He didn't mind anymore. Didn't care if I wanted it. He just fucked me whenever and wherever he wants. I'd moan. Scream. but he would only go harder, squeezing my boobs like my body belonged to him. I’d return to my room with bruises on my breasts, neck and pussy walls.And the worst part is: I loved it.I loved how he would pin my head to the wall the moment dad and stepmom steps out of the house. He would rip my skirt and panties apart, stroke his cock and shove it inside my pussy. I’d moan and beg him to go harder and he'd do just that, fucking my pussy, balls slapping my ass and pushing my body into the wall. He'd then put his mouth on my neck, sucking and biting my neck like he forgot I had sense organs and could feel pain.He always burst his nuts inside me. Always.Always leave me to drop on the floor, his cum, alongside mine, would be dri

She leaned in, staring at him from a distance that felt too close. He forced himself to keep his eyes fixed on the road. But then…She laughed.Low at first, the laugh growing louder.His knuckles gripped the steering wheel tighter, as if trying to stop himself from exploding.“Were you trying to threaten me?” She asked, laughing uncontrollably. He kept on driving.“What did you think? That I would feel scared and flinch, then start pleading with you to forgive me and not hurt me?”She laughed harder, her alcoholic breath hitting him like a slap on the face. He tilted his head and took a glance at her, then turned back to the road, trying not to lose it. “Come on, say something." She said, still laughing.He didn't answer her.But then she stopped giggling. And without thinking for a second time, she leaned in and pulled the car key out of the ignition.The car halted abruptly.Silence.Then her voice broke it… low and daring. “I want to see the worst you can do…to me.” She dared