All Chapters of RAW LUST COLLECTIONS: Wild & Heat: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I woke up at 7:42 a.m. with my phone still clutched in my hand, the photo of our signed contract glowing on the screen like forbidden proof. My body felt restless, aching, already wet between my thighs just from the memory of his voice saying “Get out” yesterday. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling fan, thighs pressing together as a fresh pulse throbbed through my clit.Tonight was the first session.I tried to focus. Mid-terms were breathing down my neck, and without that automatic A he’d promised, I’d be fucked in every course. But every time I opened my laptop, all I could hear was his low, controlled voice asking, 'What do you want?' My pussy clenched hard at the thought.I gave up studying and opened *Bound by the Bell Curve* Vol. 1 instead. Chapter Seven, the archive stacks scene. I imagined his voice reading every filthy line and had to slam the phone down before I fingered myself right now. Get it together, Zara.The day dragged. I showered with cold water that d

ALEXANDER The door opened at exactly 9:30. Zara stepped in, and the sight of her hit me like a fucking punch to the chest. White button-up tied tight under her breasts, bare midriff, that tiny pleated skirt barely covering anything, hair wild from the night wind. She froze when she saw me. I was shirtless, sweatpants slung low on my hips, legs spread wide on the couch. Her eyes dragged over my chest, down my abs, and lingered on the obvious bulge already straining against the gray fabric. Her lips parted on a soft, shaky exhale. Pure hunger. I let her stare. Let her drink me in. “If you’re done staring, Zara… sit.” She crossed the room on unsteady legs, but she didn’t sit on the couch beside me. No — the little brat climbed straight onto my lap and straddled me, knees bracketing my hips, skirt riding up high enough that I could feel the heat of her bare cunt pressing against my cock through the thin layers. My hands settled on her smooth thighs instantly, gripping hard, po

ZARAI bent over Professor Alexander Kane’s desk like the desperate slut he had turned me into, my chest pressed flush against the cool wooden surface, my cheek resting on scattered papers. My pleated skirt was flipped up over my waist, ass high in the air, legs spread wide. My pussy was still throbbing from the brutal face-fucking, dripping wet and puffy, his earlier cum drying on my tits and chin.“Fuck, look at this pretty cunt,” He growled behind me, voice dark and dangerous. “Already soaked and clenching around nothing. You really are my filthy little blackmailer, aren’t you?”His big hand came down hard, spanking my swollen pussy with a loud, wet smack. I cried out sharply, jerking forward on the desk. The sting mixed with unbearable pleasure and made my clit pulse violently.“Answer me, Zara.”“Yes, Sir. I’m your filthy little slut.” I moaned, pushing my ass back toward him.He spanked my cunt again, harder this time, two thick fingers sliding through my dripping folds afterwa

JANEI stood in front of the mirror adjusting my sundress for the third time, the soft yellow fabric hugging my curves just enough to feel pretty without being inappropriate. Twenty-four years old and married to a respected literature professor — on paper, my life looked like a dream. Marcus was intelligent, stable, and treated me like a princess outside the bedroom. But inside the bedroom… things had grown quiet. Predictable. Unsatisfying.I loved my husband. I really did. But lately, every time he finished in under ten minutes and rolled over with a satisfied sigh, I lay there staring at the ceiling, my body still aching and untouched. My fingers had become better lovers than my own husband, and that truth made me feel guilty every single time.“Jane? You ready, sweetheart?” Marcus called from downstairs.“Coming!” I replied, forcing a bright smile even though he couldn’t see me.I grabbed my purse and headed down. Marcus looked handsome in his button-down shirt and slacks, his g

JANE My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears as I approached Marcus’s office the next evening. I told my husband I was going to the campus bookstore to pick up a new novel. The lie tasted bitter on my tongue, but my body was already betraying me. My nipples were hard. My pussy was wet. I’d changed into a short sundress with no panties underneath, just like Silas had demanded in his last text.I hated myself for obeying him.The door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open and stepped inside.Silas was already there, sitting on the edge of Marcus’s desk like he owned the entire room. His powerful legs were spread wide, and that arrogant smirk was plastered on his face the moment he saw me.“Lock the door, Mrs. Marcus,” he ordered, voice low and commanding.I obeyed with trembling fingers.“Good girl. Now come here.”I walked toward him slowly, my thighs rubbing together with every step. The moment I was close enough, Silas grabbed me by the waist and lifted me effortless