All Chapters of Unholy Cravings : Forbidden Fantasies : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I pulled out of her slowly, watching the thick mix of my cum and her juices drip down the inside of her thighs and onto the desk in messy, glistening trails. Robin was still bent over, breathing hard, ass marked red from my hand, the flush of her skin standing out against the cool desk surface. My cock stayed rigid, shiny and twitching, nowhere near finished. She looked back at me over her shoulder, eyes dark and hungry, lips parted and that was all the permission I needed.I spun her around, lifted her easily, and dropped us both to the floor. The linoleum was cold and hard against my knees as I pushed her onto her back and hooked her legs over my shoulders, folding her open. I drove back into her in one hard, continuous thrust, burying myself to the hilt until my hips met hers. She cried out, the sound echoing off the empty walls of the station. I fucked her like that— deep, punishing strokes that made her full breasts bounce with every impact and her mouth fall open in continuous

He stepped onto the stage like he owned the entire building— and maybe he did. Young, maybe early thirties, with the kind of lean, powerful physique that came from money and discipline rather than luck. Dark hair styled just enough to look effortless. A black shirt unbuttoned at the collar, tailored trousers that fit like they were made on his body. Even the way he moved screamed expensive. He was wearing a simple black mask that matched mine, but everything else about him was loud in its quiet confidence.A staff member had already wheeled a thick, soft mattress onto the center of the stage and pushed the gleaming pole off to the side. The lights dimmed to a warmer, more intimate glow. Slow, dirty music rolled through the speakers— bass-heavy, sensual and the kind of beat that made hips move without permission and made the air feel thicker.I should have listened more carefully when Vanessa explained the fine print of tonight’s “special performance.” I should have asked more quest

The private room was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioning and the distant bass still thumping from the main floor. I sat on the edge of the low couch in the soft robe the staff had wrapped around me, legs still a little unsteady, the sticky evidence of what had just happened slowly drying on my inner thighs. Vanessa had already taken off her mask. Her dark eyes were wide and sparkling with a mix of worry and pure, unfiltered excitement.“Okay,” she said, sitting down beside me and taking my hands. “Talk. Now. Every single detail. Don’t you dare leave anything out.”I let out a shaky laugh that turned into a half-moan as the movement reminded me how thoroughly I’d been used. “Vanessa… it was insane. Like, actually insane. He didn’t ease into anything. The second that mattress was down he was on me. Kissing, biting, marking me up. Look—” I tilted my head so she could see the darkening hickeys along my neck and collarbone. “He whispered the filthiest things while the wh

I let out a nervous little laugh, the sound thin and unconvincing even to my own ears. My back was still near the door, one hand hovering near the handle like it might save me if things went further than I could handle.“What are you talking about?” I asked, forcing lightness into my voice. “Dance for you? Adrian, you’re my brother’s best friend. You’re staying in our house for a while. That’s all this is. I don’t… I don’t know what kind of game you think this is.”He watched me for a long second, then laughed. It wasn’t a friendly sound. It was low and dark, rolling out of him like smoke. He stood and began unbuttoning his sweater with slow, deliberate fingers. One button. Then the next. The fabric parted enough to show a sliver of hard chest and the edge of another tattoo I hadn’t seen last night—dark ink curling along the muscle.“Don’t play with me, Caroline,” he said, voice quiet but edged with something dangerous. “You’re better than that.”I swallowed hard and kept my expressio

I kept my mouth wrapped tightly around him, taking him as deep as I could on every downward stroke. Spit slicked my chin and dripped onto my chest in warm, messy trails. His breathing had grown ragged; the muscles in his thighs tensed under my hands. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder, swirling my tongue along the thick vein on the underside of his cock, determined to pull every reaction from him that I could. The wet, filthy sounds of it filled the quiet room. I could feel him throbbing against my tongue, the head pressing deeper each time I sank down.“Fuck… Caroline—”His warning came too late. The first hot pulse hit the back of my throat. I stayed down, swallowing greedily around him as he emptied himself in thick, salty ropes. I took every drop, milking him with my mouth and the firm pressure of my hand until his hips finally stilled and a long, low groan left his chest. Only then did I slowly pull off, licking the last traces from my lips and the glistening head of his co