Lahat ng Kabanata ng Raw Cravings: Tales of Filthy Passion : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Mia checked her reflection in the rearview mirror one last time before stepping out of her car. The diamond engagement ring on her left hand caught the streetlight and sparkled mockingly. At twenty-nine, she was three months away from marrying David, steady, kind, reliable David. The man who had never once understood her desire for something bold and permanent on her skin.But tonight, she was doing it anyway.The studio was tucked away in a quiet industrial neighborhood, open late for private sessions. “Jax” was the name on the website, highly recommended for custom work and discretion. She’d booked the 10 p.m. slot after weeks of nervous hesitation. The design was small but meaningful: a delicate wildflower vine with hidden thorns, meant to run along her left ribcage and dip toward her hip.The bell above the door chimed softly as she entered. The studio was dimly lit.“You must be Mia.” The voice was deep, smooth, and confident.Jax stepped out from behind the counter. He was tall,

Mia’s hands trembled slightly on the steering wheel as she pulled up to the studio just after 9:30 p.m. on a quiet Tuesday. No appointment this time. She hadn’t even texted Jax. After two weeks of carefully hiding both the vibrant wildflower tattoo and the lingering soreness between her legs from David, the ache had become unbearable. The secret marks on her body felt like a constant, throbbing reminder of Jax’s hands, the pain and pleasure he gave her.She carried a small black tote bag filled with new toys she had bought specifically for this, vibrators, a thick dildo, nipple clamps, and a bottle of lube. Her engagement ring felt heavier than ever as she knocked on the studio door.Jax opened it, shirtless and surprised, a smirk spreading across his face when he saw her. “Well, well. No appointment, but you brought gifts. Get in here.”The second the door locked, Mia dropped the bag and pulled him into a hungry kiss. Their hands moved frantically, stripping each other. Within moment

The house was packed with family. Christmas Eve had turned into a full-blown gathering with aunts, uncles, cousins, and neighbors stopping by. Laughter echoed through the living room and holiday music played from the speakers. Ava moved through the crowd with a practiced smile, refilling drinks and making small talk, but her mind was elsewhere. Lucas had been watching her all evening.Every time their eyes met across the room, heat pooled low in her belly. He looked devastating in a dark button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing tattooed forearms. Four years away had turned him into a man who commanded attention. And the worst part? No one in the family suspected a thing about the forbidden tension simmering between them.Their parents were in high spirits, proudly showing off Lucas to relatives who hadn’t seen him since high school. Ava’s mom kept pulling him into conversations while her stepdad clapped him on the back. Meanwhile, Ava’s pulse raced every time Lucas “acci

The hallway outside Professor Elias Hawthorne’s office was dim and quiet, the kind of late-evening silence that only existed in the graduate wing of the humanities building after nine p.m. Most students had gone home hours ago. Sophia lingered at the door, her heart hammering against her ribs. Her wedding ring felt heavier than usual tonight.She was twenty-eight, married for four years to a man who loved her but never quite saw her anymore. Tonight she told him she had to stay late for office hours. A necessary lie.Professor Hawthorne had emailed her earlier that day: Come by at 8:30. We’ll go over your thesis chapter in detail. The message was professional. The way his eyes had lingered on her during seminar last week was anything but.Sophia knocked twice.“Enter.” His voice was deep, the same tone he used when he dismantled weak arguments in class. She pushed the door open.Professor Hawthorne sat behind a desk cluttered with books and papers. At fifty-two, he still looked so han

The final office hours of the semester felt like the edge of a cliff. Sophia stood outside Professor Hawthorne’s door at 11:00 p.m., the campus mostly dark except for the occasional security light sweeping across the quad. This was it, the last night before grades were due, before the summer break would force them apart. Her hands trembled as she knocked.The door opened. Hawthorne pulled her inside and locked it, but his usual controlled demeanor had cracks tonight. His tie was already loosened, shirt sleeves rolled up. The blinds in the corner window overlooking the main quad were half-open. Anyone walking across campus or looking up from the right angle could potentially see inside.“Last time,” he said, voice low and rough. He cupped her face, thumbs brushing her cheekbones. “After tonight, you go back to your husband. I go back to being the respected professor. But right now… you’re still mine.”Sophia’s breath hitched. The weight of what they were doing pressed on her. One wrong