Unholy Fantasies( An Erotica collection)의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

Lila's PoV: I shouldn’t have been staring. The rooftop terrace of the Hale penthouse glittered under Chicago’s summer night sky, the Chicago River sparkling twenty floors below like a black ribbon threaded with gold. Music thumped low from hidden speakers, champagne flutes clinked, and laughter floated on the warm breeze. It was Sophie’s twenty-second birthday party — my best friend’s big night — and I was supposed to be dancing with her, not standing frozen by the glass railing with my drink forgotten in my hand. But he was right there. Marcus Hale. Sophie’s father. Forty-eight years old, six-foot-three of tailored perfection in a charcoal dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. Those forearms — corded with muscle, veins standing out against tanned skin — flexed as he shook someone’s hand and laughed at whatever they said. His dark hair was streaked with just enough silver at the temples to make my stomach tighten. The kind of silver that screamed

Lila's PoV:I stood outside the sleek glass doors of Hale Architecture at 7:58 p.m., heart hammering so hard I could feel it between my legs. The downtown Chicago high-rise was mostly dark, just the security lights glowing softly. I’d changed three times before leaving my apartment — finally settling on a short black wrap dress that tied at the waist and could come undone with one tug. No bra. No panties. My nipples were already tight against the silk, and every step made my bare pussy rub against my own thighs.I was soaked before I even stepped inside the elevator.*This is insane, Lila. He’s Sophie’s dad. He’s forty-eight. He used to tuck you into bed when you had sleepovers.*But the memory of his thick fingers fucking me against the wall last night was louder than any guilt. I could still feel the way I’d come all over his hand, the way he’d licked me off his fingers like I was dessert.The elevator dinged on the twenty-third floor. His private office suite was the only one wi

Lila's PoV:The bass thumped through the walls of Jake’s massive loft like a second heartbeat. The party was in full swing — bodies grinding on the makeshift dance floor, red solo cups everywhere, the air thick with weed, perfume, and the sharp tang of alcohol. Dim purple and blue lights pulsed overhead, turning everything into a hazy, sinful dream.I arrived sore.Every step reminded me of what Marcus had done to me in his office two nights ago. My pussy was still tender, slightly swollen, and I could still feel the ghost of his thick cock stretching me open. I’d worn a tight little black dress that hugged my curves and stopped mid-thigh, no panties again — because the thought of fabric rubbing against my sensitive folds made me dizzy.Sophie had been dropped off by her dad.Marcus had pulled up in the black Range Rover right as we arrived. He’d leaned over to say something to Sophie through the window, but his eyes had found me instantly. That dark, knowing look. The one that s

Sophie’s POVThe party was still raging, but something felt off. I’d been dancing with the girls for the last twenty minutes, laughing and taking shots, but every time I scanned the crowd I couldn’t find Lila. She’d disappeared after saying she needed fresh air. That was almost an hour ago.I pushed through sweaty bodies, asking around. “Hey, have you seen my friend Lila?”Most people shrugged or shook their heads. One guy from our old study group finally pointed toward the side exit. “Yeah, I saw her leave a while ago. She got into some guy’s car outside. Black Range Rover, I think. Looked expensive.” he said.A black Range Rover? My stomach twisted. Who the hell would she leave with? Lila wasn’t the type to just dip with a random guy — especially not in the middle of a party. I pulled out my phone and tried calling her. It rang once, then went straight to busy tone.“Damn it, Lila,” I muttered, frustration building. Was she okay? Had someone taken advantage of her? She’d been act

Lila’s POV:My heart was still racing as we walked back into the party together — the four of us pretending everything was normal.I kept replaying the parking lot moment in my head on loop. If I hadn’t come up with that lame “fresh air” excuse so fast, everything would’ve exploded. Sophie would’ve seen me dripping her father’s cum, dress wrinkled from being bent over his desk, lips swollen from his kisses. She would’ve known instantly that her best friend was secretly fucking her dad.The guilt hit me hard, but so did the thrill. I’d lied straight to her face while Marcus’s thick load was still slowly leaking out of me. And she’d bought it.We settled into a quiet sitting area near the balcony with a couple of drinks. The conversation was forced and awkward at first, but alcohol helped smooth the edges. Gerald was polite and charming, Sophie kept stealing glances at him, and Marcus sat across from me looking calm on the surface — but every time our eyes met, I felt the heat of what