Alle Kapitel von Unholy Desires (EROTICA COLLECTION): Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 50

Reese had made my life hell for four straight months.She was everything the campus feared and worshipped…captain of the cheer squad, tall, athletic, with long dark hair she wore in a high ponytail that swung like a whip when she walked. Sharp green eyes that always found me in a crowd. A body built for sin…long legs, tight ass, and perky tits she loved showing off in cropped tops and short skirts.And she hated me. Or at least she acted like it.Every day it was something new. Tripping me in the cafeteria. “Accidentally” slamming my locker shut on my fingers. Mocking my clothes, my grades, the way I walked. The worst part? No one ever stopped her. They laughed along because crossing Reese meant social suicide.Tonight, I just wanted to disappear.The frat party was loud and suffocating. I’d only come because my roommate dragged me, then ditched me for some guy. I was weaving through the crowd toward the back hallway, hoping to find a quiet bathroom, when I heard it.A low, breathy mo

I stepped off the plane with my flip-flops already on and the salt air hitting my face like a promise. My fiancé, Mark, was somewhere in Chicago for a week-long conference, doing whatever it is finance guys do. He’d kissed me on the forehead before he left, same as always, and told me to “relax and behave.” Relaxing was easy. But Behaving? That part felt optional for the first time in two years.Our sex life had become a sad little routine. Two minutes of him grunting on top of me, a quick “you good?” that he never waited to hear the answer to, and then he’d roll over and check his phone. I hadn’t come from anything but my own hand in months. I was tired of faking it. Tired of feeling like an accessory in my own bed. So when the chance for a solo trip to this little beach town came up, I took it. No ring on my finger for seven days. Just me, the ocean, and whatever trouble I could find without feeling too guilty about it.The rental was a cute blue beach house on stilts, nothing fancy

I followed them into the bedroom with my pulse hammering in my throat. The room was smaller than I remembered from the hallway glimpse the night before. Or maybe it just felt smaller with the two of them in it. The bed took up most of the space, lamp light pooling gold across the comforter. I stood in the doorway, tugging at the hem of my sundress like it might grow a few inches if I asked nicely.Shane nodded toward the mattress. “Lay on your stomach, Riley. relax. We’ve got you.”I climbed up the bed and laid flat, pressing my cheek to the cool pillow. My legs felt restless. I pointed my toes, then flexed them, trying to settle. The sheet smelled fresh. Behind me I heard the lotion bottle click open.Ellis settled near my head, his knees bracketing my upper arms. Shane moved down by my hips. For a long moment they just rested their hands on me…Ellis hands were on my shoulders, while Shane’s were on my lower back. “Take a Deep breath Riley, you seem tense,” Ellis said quietly.I l

The carpet in his office cost more than my tuition. I knew that because I'd heard my mother say it once, that sharp tone she got when she was pretending not to be furious, and I'd put it away in the catalog of resentments I kept like a stockpile. Persian silk. Handmade, Thirteen thousand dollars, and I couldn't afford the bus fare back to campus.The safe was behind a painting. Of course it was. A fucking Turner seascape … something he'd bought at Sotheby's while my mother smiled in the photograph I'd seen on his phone. I'd watched him spin the dial enough times from the hallway to have the combination memorized. Left to 32, right to 18, left to 47.My hands shook as I turned the lock.The click was louder than I expected. I froze, my heart pounding against my ribs.The safe door swung open and I saw the cash stacks, the velvet boxes, the manila envelopes I didn't want to think about.I grabbed for the cash.And the lights came on."Well, well."His voice was calm. Almost amused. The

I crept down the stairs barefoot, my thin nightgown clinging against my thighs with every careful step. My heart slammed against my ribs. The wooden floor felt cold under my soles. He waited by the open driver’s door of the black sedan, broad shoulders blocking most of the frame.“Get in the back.”I slid across the cool leather seat. He followed, and the car dipped under his weight. His big hand landed on my bare knee, his thumb stroking slow circles that sent shivers racing up my thigh. I trembled. He pulled me onto his lap, my nightgown bunching around my hips. I sank down onto his thick veiny cock with a choked gasp, mouth falling open in a silent “O” as the stretch burned deep inside me.My hands clutched his shoulders, nails digging into his shirt. I rolled my hips slow at first, then faster, the wet, obscene sounds of my cunt filling the quiet car. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my ass, spreading me wider, guiding me harder. His breath hot on my ear. “Taking my cock i