All Chapters of UNHOLY DIARY : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Sienna’s POV Craving my best friend’s father was a line my thoughts should never have crossed. And yet the way his thick fingers worked me made it impossible to think straight. Every slow, knowing stroke sent filthy pleasure curling deep in my cunt, stealing my breath and leaving my body aching and dripping for more. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this undone—this exquisitely aware of every throbbing nerve between my legs. When his fingers finally withdrew from my entrance, the emptiness didn’t last long. He traced lazy, teasing circles around my swollen clit, lingering just enough to make the sensitivity almost painful before sliding two thick digits back inside me again. A soft, broken moan slipped from my lips. My fingers curled tighter into the sheets as waves of pleasure rolled through me, my pussy clenching helplessly around his fingers with every stroke. Shit. What the fuck was I doing? What if Yvonne walked through the door right now and found me sprawled on he

Ruth’s POV I’d told myself this trip was about breathing again, stepping away from work, from routines, from the tight knot my life had become. That was how Lilith convinced me to come. A vacation. Sun, quiet, freedom. It was supposed to be just the two of us. Then she mentioned Mark, her boyfriend. Fine. Third wheel it is. Lilith and I stood by the car, the afternoon heat curling around us, when Mark finally appeared, dragging his suitcase across the pavement. Relief barely had time to settle before I noticed he wasn’t alone. Another suitcase. Another man. The stranger stood beside Mark, tall, broad-shouldered, his presence instantly shifting the air around us. Dark sunglasses hid hisE eyes, but it didn’t matter, I felt them on me anyway. My chest tightened, a slow, unfamiliar pull settling low in my stomach. Lilith said something beside me, but her voice faded into background noise. All I could do was stare. It felt like gravity had chosen him as its center, and

Jake’s POV Mark announced that time was up, but the way she lingered on my cock told me she wasn’t ready to stop. Neither was I. My body was wound tight with need, the kind that burned low and heavy in my gut, every thought narrowing down to the wet heat of her mouth and the aching throb I was fighting to keep under control. I wanted to fuck her throat until I came deep and thick, until she had no choice but to swallow every drop. When I’d arrived for this vacation I’d expected the usual—long empty days, forced conversations, boredom stretching thin until it snapped. Instead the air felt charged now, my thoughts restless and filthy, attention locked completely on her. This trip was anything but boring. And it was only just getting interesting. I tangled my fist tighter in her hair, guiding the slow rise and fall of her head along my shaft. Each wet slide sent sharp, electric pleasure ripping through me, my cock twitching hard against her tongue. “Ruth…” Lilith started, reaching

Elena's pov The very first day Jake moved into the apartment next door to mine, I told myself I was going to stay away from him. I had made that decision the moment I saw him carrying the last of his boxes down the hallway. But days turned into weeks. And somehow, without meaning to, he became part of my routine. Every morning when I stepped out for work, the hallway would sometimes echo with the soft click of his door opening at the same time as mine. In the evenings, when I returned tired, I would catch sight of him again leaning against his doorframe, keys in hand, or walking down the corridor with that easy confidence that seemed completely natural to him. Jake was… dangerous in the way every woman secretly feared and wanted. Warm brown eyes that seemed to hold a quiet kind of mischief. Eyes that lingered just a little too long, as if they could see straight through whatever defenses a woman tried to put up. His shoulders were broad enough to fill the doorway when he le

Elena’s POVOur eyes immediately darted toward the sharp knock at the door. The sound sliced through the heated silence, making my pulse stutter.Jake’s brows furrowed, his chest still rising and falling heavily as though he, too, was struggling to recover.“Are you expecting anyone?” I asked, my voice slightly breathless as I tilted my head toward the door.“No,” he muttered, his tone edged with irritation.He quickly bent down, grabbing my scattered clothes from the floor.“Get dressed.”He tossed my clothes toward me before pulling on his trousers with hurried movements.I nodded once, clutching my clothes tightly to my chest, and slipped into his room.My fingers trembled slightly as I dressed, my mind racing. Outside, I heard the creak of the front door opening, followed by the murmur of low voices.And then, a woman’s voice.Smooth. Sultry.My stomach twisted painfully.I hurried, tugging my shirt over my head before quietly creeping toward the doorway, careful to stay hidden be