All Chapters of Unholy Fantasies: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Nova's PoV:The underground gallery in Bushwick was packed, but my corner felt like its own little world.My name is Nova Kane. Twenty-six. Broke artist surviving on black coffee, cheap ramen, and sheer stubbornness. Tonight was supposed to be just another attempt to get my work seen — three large canvases hanging in the back, dark and raw, painted with so much heat that people kept stopping longer than they meant to.I’d never painted anything this sexual before. I remember how many times I hesitated before finally finishing it.The biggest piece showed two bodies tangled in shadow — a man’s strong hands gripping a woman’s hips from behind, her back arched with her mouth open in silent ecstasy. The brushstrokes were aggressive, almost angry. You could feel the desperation, the need, the filth. It was the first time I’d let myself paint desire without hiding it.And people were noticing.I stood off to the side, champagne glass sweating in my hand, wearing a simple black slip dress

Nova's PoV:I left Damien’s office at 11:47 p.m., legs still shaky, lips swollen from his kisses, and my sketchbook full of drawings I knew I could never show anyone else.My boss had just spent two hours letting me touch him, taste him, stroke his thick cock while he whispered the filthiest things in my ear. I was soaked between my thighs, my black slip dress clinging to my skin, nipples still hard from the way he’d groped me. Every step toward the elevator reminded me of his hands on my body.I needed to get home. Shower. Breathe. Process what the hell I was doing.The night air hit me the second I stepped out of the building. Cool. Heavy. Then the sky cracked open without warning.Rain poured down in sudden, angry sheets.“Shit!” I hissed, clutching my sketchbook to my chest as I started running toward the subway. My thin dress was instantly drenched, plastered to my breasts and hips like a second skin.That’s when I saw him.Elias Kane.My quiet neighbor from the loft directly ac

Nova's PoV:The knock came again — louder, more insistent.“Nova? You okay in there? I saw your light on from the street. It’s pouring out here and I’ve got your spare key if you need me to check on the leak in the bathroom again.”Rafael Voss’s voice was unmistakable. Deep, smooth, edged with that lazy confidence he always carried like a second skin. My landlord. The man who owned half the crumbling buildings in this neighborhood, including the one I could barely afford to live in. The man who had slipped me that spare key to my own apartment weeks ago with a wink and the words “just in case you ever need me to come over.”Elias was still on his knees between my legs.His mouth hovered inches from my dripping pussy, lips shiny with my arousal, green eyes wide with shock. My dress was bunched around my waist, breasts spilling out, nipples hard and aching from his earlier touches. Rain still hammered against the windows like it was trying to break in.My heart slammed against my ribs

Nova's PoV:The rain had finally stopped.Sunlight was creeping through my thin curtains, painting soft gold stripes across the bed. I woke up slowly, body aching in the best and worst ways possible. My thighs were sore, my pussy felt swollen and used, and there were faint bite marks on my breasts and neck.I was completely naked.And I wasn’t alone.On my left, Elias was still asleep, one arm draped loosely over my waist, his face peaceful in a way I’d never seen before. His dark curls were messy, lips slightly parted, the phoenix tattoo on his chest rising and falling with every slow breath.On my right, Rafael was on his back, one muscular arm thrown behind his head, the other hand resting possessively on my bare thigh. Even in sleep he looked dangerous — tattoos, sharp jaw, that lazy smirk still somehow present on his lips.I lay between them, heart racing, mind spinning.Last night had really happened.I had let my shy neighbor and my tattooed landlord fuck me. Together. In my o

Nova's PoV:I couldn’t face any of them.For two full days I ran.After the intense night with Elias and Rafael in my apartment, and the possessive session with Damien in his office the next evening, my body and mind were completely overwhelmed. I was sore everywhere, my emotions were a mess, and the guilt mixed with overwhelming lust was too much to handle.So I ran to my friend Mia’s place in Queens.I told her I needed a break from “guy drama” without giving details. She didn’t push. She just let me crash on her couch, binge-watch shows, and hide from my phone.I ignored every message.Damien: “Where are you? We have a session tonight.”Elias: “Nova… are you okay? I keep thinking about you.”Rafael: “Little artist, if you don’t answer I’m coming to find you.”I turned my phone off.On the third morning, Mia walked into the living room with a strange look on her face.“Nova… you have visitors.”My stomach dropped. “Who?”She glanced toward the front door. “Three guys. They said the