《Unholy Cravings and Desires: Short Erotica collections 》全部章節：第 31 章 - 第 40 章

~ Lila ~For months I had been watching Professor Alexander like he was the only man in the world. I sat in the back row of his literature class every Tuesday and Thursday, heart racing whenever he walked in. He was tall, with dark hair that fell across his forehead in that messy way he never fixed. His voice was deep and steady, the kind that made the whole room quiet down the second he started talking about books. He wore plain button-down shirts with the sleeves rolled up, showing strong forearms, and thin glasses that he pushed up when he got excited about a story.I was twenty-one, a senior, and I had never failed a class in my life. But in his class, I stopped trying. Not because the work was hard. I had read every book twice. I knew every answer. I just wanted him to see me. Really see me. Not as the quiet girl who took perfect notes, but as someone he couldn’t ignore.So on the final exam I left half the questions blank on purpose. I wrote my

~ Elena ~I hated Dr. Marcus Hale with every tired bone in my body.It was 2:17 a.m. again, and I was still in the nurses’ station, charting the last three patients while the rest on the night shift had gone home. My feet burned inside my white sneakers. My scrubs stuck to my back from sweat. The hospital was quiet except for the low beep of monitors and the distant hum of the air conditioning.Dr. Hale had done this to me for six straight months.He was the top surgeon on the floor — tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp green eyes and a voice that could cut through steel. Patients loved him, the hospital board loved him. But the nurses? We called him the Machine behind his back because he never left early. He never let us leave early either. Every time a complicated case came in, he dumped the extra paperwork, the extra meds, the extra monitoring on me. “Elena, handle it,” he would say without looking up from his tablet. Like I was a robot ins

~ Sophie ~The moan hit me before I even opened the door.Deep. Filthy. Mia’s voice… the same voice that had laughed with me through a hundred late-night talks. I froze in the hallway of Jake’s apartment, keys still in my hand. I had come to surprise him after my shift at the café. I had brought his favorite tacos and a six-pack of the beer he liked.I should have turned around.Instead I pushed the door open.They were on the couch.Mia was on her hands and knees, back arched, ass up high. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, panties dangling from one ankle. Jake was behind her, pants around his thighs, slamming into her hard. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. His hands gripped her hips so tight her skin turned white under his fingers. Mia’s tits swung with every thrust, nipples hard, mouth open in a loud moan.“Fuck, Jake… harder,” she gasped. “Your cock feels so much better.”Jake laughed low and mean. “Yeah?

~ Emily ~The old Victorian house at the end of Maple Street had stood empty for years. Tonight it glowed with orange jack-o’-lanterns lining the cracked driveway and fake spiderwebs stretched across the porch. A handwritten sign on the door read: “Halloween Party – Enter If You Dare.”I adjusted the short black dress that barely covered my ass, the fabric thin and silky against my skin. I had come as a “sexy witch” with a pointed hat, fishnet stockings, and a little wand. I twirled nervously. My friends had dragged me here, promising it would be fun, but they disappeared the moment we walked in, leaving me alone in the crowded living room.The party was loud. Music thumped. People in costumes laughed and danced. But something felt different.I wandered into the kitchen for a drink. That’s when I saw him.He stood by the counter, tall and broad-shouldered, dressed as a dark vampire with a black cape, crisp white shirt open at the collar,

~ Amy ~I was walking home from the library at 11:47 p.m. The street was empty, streetlights flickering. My backpack felt heavy with textbooks. I wore my usual good-girl outfit — white blouse tucked into a knee-length navy skirt, cardigan, and flat shoes. The kind of clothes that made people call me “sweet Amy.”My ex came out of the alley so fast I didn’t have time to scream.He grabbed me from behind, one thick arm around my waist, the other clamping over my mouth. His body was heavy and strong. He dragged me into the dark space between buildings before I could fight.“Shut the fuck up,” he growled in my ear. His breath smelled like beer and cigarettes.I can’t give up on you Amy.He slammed me face-first against the cold brick wall. My cheek scraped the rough surface. He yanked my skirt up to my waist in one rough pull. I felt cool air on my ass and thighs. His hand shoved between my legs, fingers hooking into my plain white panties and