All Chapters of UNHOLY DIARY : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Chloe's POV I didn’t even stop to think about what my actions might cause. I didn’t think about my parents still asleep or the fact that it was midnight and my best friend’s brother was in my room, eating my pussy.All I knew was that I wanted a dick so fucking bad. And I had one right here with me.I slid off the end of the bed without hesitation and knelt down on the cold floor right in front of him. The evidence of how hard he was sat right in front of me, making his trousers tent.“Yessss!” I moaned softly and my pussy twitched just by looking at it. I looked up at him with glassy eyes, licking my lips in a seductive manner.My tank top clung to my sweat-damp skin, nipples poking hard through the thin fabric.I reached for his belt with shaky fingers, unbuckled it fast, and tugged his jeans and boxers down in one motion.His heavy, thick cock sprang free, looking delicious. It was already leaking from the tip, making my stomach growl.I stuck out my tongue and licked the slit at

Sienna's POV I had a date with Jason, the man of my dreams, by seven that evening. But by six, I was still lying on my bed in my house clothes, my hair scattered across the pillows, my hands resting on my stomach. The fading sunlight spilled through the curtains, but I hadn't made a single move to get ready.My problem wasn't what I'd wear or whether I'd look confident in front of him.I only had one problem.How was I actually going to feel when he touched me?Jason and I had been planning this for over a week. We worked together, and the chemistry between us had always come naturally. Eventually, he asked me out, but I told him I wasn't ready for any commitment. I did tell him we could just keep things low-key and fuck, and he was okay with that. Tonight was supposed to be the beginning of our fling.But here I was, staring at the ceiling while my heart thudded against my chest. My thoughts refused to stay still. I kept imagining every possible outcome, and each one made my stomach

Sienna's POV By the time I was done getting ready for my dinner date, Jake drove me to the restaurant Jason had booked.The silence in the car felt awkward.I kept my eyes on the city outside the window, watching the lights blur past as he drove. Jake didn't say a word, and somehow that only made the silence heavier.It wasn't like us.Normally, we'd be talking by now, gisting about something ridiculous or gossiping about people from my workplace or his father's company. We'd always find something to laugh about.But tonight, there was nothing.Just silence.When we arrived at the restaurant, he pulled over by the curb. I turned to look at him and noticed the way his hands gripped the steering wheel. His knuckles had gone pale, the veins standing out beneath his skin.I didn't know if he was jealous.I didn't know what to call it.But seeing him like that made something twist painfully inside my chest. And I didn't want to feel that way.“Jake,” I said softly, turning to face him. “T

“Such beautiful body,” he said with a deep growl as he traced his hands up my bare back.I arched a little, breathing heavily as the tip of his fingers moved lower my back until he got to my waist side.“Are you sure I should?” He brought his lips closer to my ear and asked, his voice a whisper.“Uh huh,” I nodded, biting my lower lip while spreading my legs for him. He slid his hands lower my waist, into the down part of my gown and breath my panties until he got to my soaked heat.“Oh damn Si.” He grumbled. “You're so wet.”“Yes,” I nodded and a soft moan slipped out of my lips. He rubbed three fingers on my entrance and clit, making my lips part and my body shudder.“You like how I make you feel?” He asked, gripping my tits through the fabric from behind.“Oh yes,” I nodded, jutting my ass out. God, why the hell did he make me feel this way? I wanted his fingers deep inside me. I want his cock too deep inside me. I could already feel it pressing against my back while his fingers cl

Albert’s POV Seeing her standing there in that thin bathrobe, hair still damp from the shower and little droplets of water clinging to her lashes, I had to discreetly swallow the thick need rising in my throat. She was my stepsister. I shouldn’t be looking at her like this. Shouldn’t be noticing how the white cotton clung to curves that definitely hadn’t been there three years ago. Shouldn’t be cataloging the way her wet hair made her neck look longer, softer, more vulnerable—like it was begging for my mouth. But I couldn’t help it. “Your mom and my dad went out to visit a friend,” I said, voice coming out rougher than I intended. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to look casual even as my cock started to thicken. “They won’t be back till nighttime.” Her gaze flicked to the wall clock. Still early afternoon. Hours and hours before anyone would walk through that front door. “Okay,” she replied with a small nod, and I watched her fingers loosen slightly around the collar of the