《UNHOLY TEMPTATIONS: A collection of steamy stories》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

The house felt different with their parents gone. Quieter, larger. The kind of silence that made every small sound feel deliberate, like a warning.Maya lay on her bed in nothing but an old branded T-shirt that barely reached mid-thigh, staring at the ceiling fan as it turned in slow, lazy circles. Sleep hadn’t come for weeks—not since the last time Ethan had walked out of the bathroom with a towel hanging low on his hips, water sliding down the deep cut of his V-line. She had looked too long, and he had noticed. But neither of them had said a word ever since.Downstairs, she heard him. The soft thud of the refrigerator door, the hiss of a bottle opening, and the scrape of a chair leg against tile. Her stepbrother Ethan. Twenty-six-year-old, broad-shouldered in a dangerous way that made her stomach tighten every time they were left alone together.Maya swung her legs off the bed, the hardwood cool beneath her bare feet. She told herself she was only going down for water—and nothing el

I had been staring at the red ink stamped at the top of my paper for ten solid minutes, the single grade burning straight through the heavy cotton sheet.C-minus.Beneath it, in that sharp, unyielding cursive I had spent the last four months watching him scribe across whiteboards, was a single handwritten line: “See me during office hours today. We need to address your direction.”Professor Julian Vance was thirty-four, possessed a bone structure that felt entirely too sharp for a university campus, and had a habit of rolling his button-down sleeves up to his elbows just enough to show off his thick, vein-lined forearms. He was articulate, distant, and completely unapproachable. Every girl in the three-hundred-seat lecture hall competed for a seat in the first three rows just to hear the low, rumbling timbre of his voice. He was the kind of man who commanded absolute control over every room he walked into.It was 4:30 PM on a rainy Thursday. The third floor of the humanities building

The house on Oakridge Lane was far too large for just two people, especially on a humid Saturday afternoon when Richard was out of town on business.Diana stood by the tall, floor-to-ceiling glass doors overlooking the crystal-clear backyard pool, lazily swirling the ice cubes in her glass of iced tea. At thirty-eight, she lived a life defined by country club luncheons, quiet luxury, and an aching, hollow boredom that no amount of designer clothes or high-end interior decorating could fill. She was wearing a deep green silk wrap dress that clung smoothly to her hips, her dark hair loosely pinned up, with a few soft strands trailing down her neck.From down the hallway, the low, booming sound of male laughter drifted toward the open kitchen.Victor, her twenty-year-old stepson, was home from university for the summer, and he had brought his best friend, Lucas, along to stay for the weekend.Diana’s pulse did a subtle, traitorous flutter in her chest at the thought of him. Lucas was twe

Diana didn't hesitate. She moved across the room and got onto the oversized king bed, her dress bunched high around her waist, leaving her completely exposed from the hips down.Lucas followed her, climbing onto the mattress like a predator. He loomed over her, his broad shoulders blocking out the dim light of the vanity lamp. He gripped her knees and parted her legs wide, positioning his thick, dark-headed cock right at her soaking entrance.“Look at me, Mrs Richard,” he commanded, his voice thick and rough.Her eyes locked onto his, and in one heavy, continuous motion, Lucas sank all the way into her.A sharp gasp tore from her throat as his full length stretched her open, filling her completely. He bottomed out deep against her womb and held still for three hard seconds, his muscles tight and heaving as he let her body adjust to his size.“Fuck!” he grunted, his eyes dark with raw intensity. “You feel unbelievable.”He started moving—slow at first, deep, rolling thrusts that let he

Three days had passed since the bathroom incident, but the skin on Leo’s neck still felt like it was on fire.Every single time he closed his eyes to sleep, his mind dragged him right back to that cold marble counter. He could still smell the sharp, luxurious scent of sandalwood lingering in the air, and could still feel the heavy, intoxicating weight of Julian’s body trapping him. The agonizing heat of the CEO's lips hovering just a millimeter away from his own before pressing that single, possessive mark against his throat.Leo had spent the entire weekend trying to convince himself it was just a power move—a ruthless CEO playing mind games with a green, defenseless rookie. But deep down, he knew his own body had betrayed him. He hadn't wanted Julian to stop.On a Monday morning, Leo was standing in the middle of a chaotic studio soundstage for his very first day of filming.It was a minor supporting role in a high-profile modern drama series produced directly by Vance Entertainment