Alle Kapitel von Unholy Cravings: A Collection Of Steamy Stories.: Kapitel 71 – Kapitel 80

Chapter 4: In the Marital Bed Dorian left for London on a Sunday morning. Thalia stood in the foyer in her silk robe and watched him kiss her cheek without really looking at her. His suitcase was already by the door. He smelled like the cologne she had bought him two Christmases ago. She couldn’t remember the last time he had touched her like a husband instead of a polite roommate. “Be good,” he said, already checking his phone. “I’ll be back next Saturday.” She nodded. “Have a safe flight.” The door closed behind him and the penthouse fell into silence. For three days, she tried to be normal. She went to yoga. She had lunch with a friend who asked too many questions about why she looked distracted. She lay in their kingsize bed at night and stared at the ceiling, one hand resting between her legs but never moving. On Wednesday evening, she finally picked up her phone. Thalia: Dorian is gone until Saturday. Come over. The reply came eight minutes later. Cassian: Se

Chapter 6: No Turning BackThalia stopped pretending she was going to stop.After the close call in his office, something inside her had shifted. The guilt that used to sit heavy in her chest had thinned into something lighter, sharper. It was still there - she felt it sometimes when Dorian kissed her forehead or asked about her day - but it no longer had the power to make her hesitate. What remained was need. Pure, uncomplicated need.When Cassian texted her two weeks later with the name of a hotel and a room number, she didn’t think twice.The Beaumont was a discreet, expensive hotel three blocks from the clinic. Old money, thick carpets, and staff who knew how to look the other way. Thalia checked in under her own name just after two in the afternoon. She took the elevator to the fourteenth floor and used the key card he had arranged for her.Room 1407 was large and quiet. Floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over the city. A kingsize bed dominated the space, dressed in crisp white

Chapter 2: The Line CrossedFor one frozen second, the only sound in the penthouse was the low hum of the television.Isla’s eyes were wide, her fingers still buried deep inside her soaked pussy, her chest heaving. Her sleep shorts dangled from one ankle. Her thighs were spread obscenely wide on the expensive couch. And Adrian Rowe stood in the arched entryway, keys in one hand, documents folder in the other, staring at her like he’d been struck.Neither of them moved.Isla’s face burned with humiliation, but her body betrayed her completely. Her pussy clenched hard around her own fingers, still right on the razor’s edge of the orgasm she’d been chasing. She could feel how wet she was — dripping down onto the leather beneath her.Adrian’s jaw tightened. His gaze dragged slowly down her body, taking in every detail: her flushed cheeks, her hard nipples visible through her thin tank top, her glistening fingers, the way her hips were still subtly rocking.“Fuck,” he breathed, almost too

Chapter 4: Getting RecklessThey had stopped pretending they could stay away.In the two weeks since that first afternoon in the living room, Isla and Adrian had become addicted. Quick, stolen moments in hotel rooms. Late nights at his apartment. Once, a dangerous quickie in Victor’s home office while her father was in a meeting downstairs. Each time, the sex got rougher. Each time, Isla felt herself cracking open a little more.She had never felt this free in her entire life.Tonight, they were pushing it further than ever.Victor was supposed to be at a dinner event until midnight. Isla had texted Adrian the moment her father’s car left the building. Twenty minutes later, Adrian was pulling into the underground parking garage beneath the penthouse tower in his sleek black SUV.Isla was waiting for him in the shadows near the private elevator, wearing a short black dress with nothing underneath. The moment his car stopped, she climbed into the passenger seat.They didn’t even make it

Chapter 6: CaughtThe risk had become the thrill.Isla knew they were pushing fate too far, but after the hotel, after feeling completely owned and worshipped in Adrian’s arms, she couldn’t wait another day. Her father had mentioned a late dinner meeting that could run until midnight. She texted Adrian the moment Victor’s car left the building.*Come now. Living room. Don’t make me wait.*Adrian arrived in eighteen minutes.The second the front door shut behind him, the air between them ignited. Isla was on him instantly, jumping into his arms, legs wrapping tight around his waist as their mouths crashed together in a desperate, messy kiss. Adrian carried her straight into the living room — the same wide, luxurious space where this had all begun weeks ago on that very couch.He didn’t bother undressing her fully. He set her down, spun her around, and bent her over the back of the sectional, shoving her short dress up around her waist. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Adrian gro