All Chapters of UNHOLY DIARY : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~~Maya~~He looked at me like I’d just said the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard.One dark brow arched. “Excuse me?”I didn’t flinch.“I said, how much for a night?” My voice came out clearer this time, deliberate, cutting through the noise of the bar. “How much will it cost you to fuck me, mister?”Every head in the place snapped toward me. People stared like I’d lost my goddamn mind. Maybe I had. I didn’t give a single shit what any of them thought.“What?” I shot back, meeting their eyes one by one. “Never seen a woman before? Or just never seen one who wants to get fucked and forget her problems for a night?”A warm, hard hand closed around my wrist before I could keep going. I turned and found my hot stranger standing right there, close enough that the scent of his cologne cut through the whiskey haze in my head.“Let’s go,” he said.“Let go of me.” I tried to yank my hand free. “You told the bartender to stop giving me drinks and now you want to drag me out?”His grip didn’

~~Maya~~My wrists jerked against the cold metal cuffs, the sharp bite of steel digging into my skin as I watched him free his cock from his jeans.It hung heavy and thick—straight, thick, flushed dark, the head already slick and glistening. Six solid inches of the kind of cock that made my mouth water on sight. I licked my lips before I could stop myself.God. Dumped by that useless boyfriend only to end up cuffed to a bed under some Greek-god bastard who looked like he could break me in half and still make me thank him for it. Sweet fucking irony.“Like what you see?” His voice was low, amused, the smirk cutting across his face as he wrapped a fist around himself and gave one slow, deliberate stroke. The sound of skin on skin was filthy in the quiet room.My heart slammed against my ribs. “Yes…” The word came out rough. I sucked in a breath through my mouth. “Please.”“Please what?” Those half-lidded eyes pinned me like a specimen.“I need you.” I yanked at the cuffs, metal rattling

~~Maya~~He didn’t show me the slightest bit of mercy.He slammed into me to the hilt, dragged out until only the thick head remained stretched at my entrance, then drove back in with hard, deep, relentless strokes that made the headboard slam against the wall.“Ohhh—” The sound broke out of me, raw and helpless.The wet, filthy slap of his hips against mine filled the room. My cunt stretched around the thick length of him, still throbbing from the way he’d made me come on his tongue, and every brutal drive forward dragged another broken cry from my lips.“Fuck—yes—harder—” I gasped, wrists yanking hard against the cuffs. The metal bit deeper into the already-raw skin. “Don’t you dare slow down. Fuck me like you mean it.”“Gladly.” His hand tightened around my throat—not enough to cut off air, just enough to remind me who owned my body in that moment. His eyes stayed locked on mine, dark and mean, watching every expression that crossed my face as he used me.“You’re so fucking good,”

~~Madison~~Pizza boxes balanced in one hand while the other rested on the strap of his delivery bag.Dark eyes, that same solid build under the uniform, a faint sheen of sweat at his temple like he’d been running a little hot all night. The second I saw him my stomach dropped and my cunt clenched so hard I almost made a sound.“Order for—” He glanced at the receipt, then up at me. His gaze snagged for half a second on the short dress, the bare legs, the fact that I was clearly not wearing a bra. Something flickered across his face. “Madison?”“Yeah.” My voice came out thin. I could still feel the slick mess between my thighs from earlier, the way my fingers had been buried in myself while I moaned his name. My face felt hot. I couldn’t look at him straight. “That’s me.”I reached for the boxes. My hands were shaking. He held them out and our fingers brushed. The contact was nothing, just skin, but it sent a jolt straight down to my already swollen clit. I almost dropped the damn pizz

~~Jessica~~It was my eighteenth birthday. And the only gift I wanted was to get fucked by Brent, my stepfather. I wanted him to take my virginity. Hard. I wanted him to ruin me. Sick? Fucking right it was. I knew it. I just didn’t care.Because, how the hell was I supposed to resist a man that hot? A man I’d spent most of my nights with my hand between my legs, fingers buried in my cunt, biting my pillow so Mom wouldn’t hear me moaning his name. Imagining his weight on top of me. His cock stretching me open. His hand over my mouth while he used me.“Happy birthday, darling.” His voice was low, rough. He kissed the top of my head when I walked into the kitchen, lips lingering a second too long against my hair. The gift box in his hand looked expensive. His eyes dragged over me—slow, deliberate, like he was already deciding how he’d break me in.“Thanks, Dad.” I smiled up at him, soft and sweet, the way I always did. But the way he looked back made my stomach tighten and my