บททั้งหมดของ Unholy Cravings and Desires: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

I had been on campus less than three hours when they started.I walked into my first lecture hall trying to look confident in my simple jeans and white top, bag clutched tight. But whispers followed me immediately, then the laughs.A group of girls near the front smirked as I passed. “Look at her shoes. Did she steal those from a charity bin?”One of the guys stuck his foot out. I tripped, nearly face-planting. Laughter exploded.And then there was him.Raymond. Everyone knew the name already. He was tall and broad-shouldered, tattoos peeking from beneath his rolled sleeves, dark eyes promising trouble.He lounged at the back with his crew watching like a king on his throne.When I finally found a seat, someone flicked a spitball into my hair. Another knocked my bag off the desk. I bent to pick it up and heard Raymond’s deep voice cut through the noise.“New pussy on campus. Let’s see how long before she cries?”The whole row laughed, my cheeks bu

I told myself I was only going for the project.That was a lie.Saturday afternoon I stood outside Raymond’s off-campus house, heart hammering. The place looked exactly like him — dark, a little rough, music thumping faintly from inside. I knocked twice.He opened the door shirtless. Low-slung gray sweatpants. Tattoos covering his chest and abs. That V-line disappearing into his waistband made my mouth go dry.“You came,” he said, voice deeper than usual. His eyes dragged slowly down my body — simple tank top and short denim skirt, before flicking back to my face. “Good girl.”I stepped inside. The house was quiet except for us. No crew but just him.We sat on the couch with our laptops. For twenty minutes we actually worked or pretended to. His thigh pressed against mine. Every time he leaned over to point at something on my screen, his bare arm brushed my breasts. My nipples hardened instantly.“You’re not concentrating,” he murmured, closing my la

Layla adjusted the strap of her simple black tank top as she stood outside the sleek modern house in the upscale Miami neighborhood. At 24, she needed this job badly. The agency had called her yesterday with an urgent request: a single wealthy client needed a reliable cleaner for his large home, starting immediately. The pay was generous and almost double her usual rate, so she didn’t hesitate.The front door opened before she could ring the bell. Felix stood there, tall and strikingly handsome, probably in his early thirties. His dark hair was neatly styled, his jaw sharp, and his fitted white shirt hugged a muscular chest and broad shoulders. His eyes scanned her from head to toe for a brief second before he smiled warmly.“You must be Layla. Come in. I’m Felix.”His voice was smooth, confident, with just a hint of playfulness. Layla felt a tiny flutter in her stomach as she stepped inside. The house was immaculate already — marble floors, floor-to-

~ Hilda ~“Mom, please… you can’t let Dad do this to me,” I begged, tears running down my cheeks. “Talk to him. I can’t go stay with Uncle Ken. Not after everything you both told me about him. You said he’s worse than a beast, that he joined the military because he was too wild and dangerous. Why are you sending me there?”Mom sighed and rubbed my shoulder gently, the way she always did when she was trying to calm me down. “Darling, it’s only for a week. Just breathe.”“Calm down?” My voice cracked. “Dad is being completely unreasonable just because he caught me watching porn. I’m twenty years old! I’m a grown woman. Watching porn isn’t even that bad. If I’d done something worse, would he lock me up forever?”I was still ranting when I heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. I shut my mouth fast.Dad appeared, looking every bit the strict military man he was with that serious face that always made me nervous. I was scared of him, but I still talked trash about him behind his bac

Uncle Ken stood there looking at me for a long moment. The silence in the house felt heavy. My parents were gone. No one else was around. It was really just me and this huge, muscular man who was staring at me like he could see right through my clothes.“Go sit on the bed,” he ordered.His voice was deep and left no room for argument. I obeyed without thinking, sitting on the edge of the bed with my legs pressed tightly together. My short skirt had ridden up a little, showing more of my smooth thighs. Uncle Ken’s eyes moved down to my legs for a second before returning to my face.He pulled a wooden chair from the corner and sat down right in front of me, his thick thighs spread wide. His bare chest and abs were still on full display. I tried not to stare, but it was impossible. Every time he breathed, his muscles moved. That V-line disappearing into his trousers was driving me crazy.“First rule,” he started. “When I speak, you look me in the eyes. Not at my body. Understand?”“Yes,