All Chapters of UNHOLY TEMPTATIONS: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The second my mouth touched his, everything snapped.Dominic went still for half a heartbeat like he was giving me one last chance to pull away before his hand fisted in my hair and he kissed me back like he’d been starving for it. Hard, deep without hesitation. His tongue pushed past my lips and I moaned straight into his mouth, the sound filthy and desperate in the quiet elevator.The doors opened on our floor. He didn’t stop kissing me. He walked me backward out of the elevator, one hand still buried in my hair, the other gripping my waist tightly. My heels scraped against the carpet, but I didn’t care. I just kept kissing him, tasting whiskey and heat and something darker.He fumbled the key card against the door without breaking the kiss. The lock beeped. We stumbled inside. The door slammed shut behind us.Then he had me against it.My back hit the door. His body followed—solid, heavy, pinning me there. One of his thighs shoved between mine, forcing my legs apart. I could feel h

I’ve got four weeks left until I turn twenty-four.Four weeks and a list of ten filthy things I swore I’d do before the day comes.I made the list three months ago on a drunk Tuesday night, sitting on my bedroom floor in just a tank top and underwear, phone in one hand, half-empty bottle of wine in the other. I was tired of being the good girl. Tired of polite sex. Tired of coming home alone and touching myself to the same boring fantasies. So I opened my notes app and started typing every place and every person I’d ever secretly wanted to get fucked by. No shame. Just raw, nasty honesty.By the time I finished, there were ten.I titled it Bucket List and set a reminder for my birthday.I’m not dying. I’m just done waiting.Tonight is number one.—The balcony of my best friend’s uncle’s penthouse. Twenty-third floor. Floor-to-ceiling glass doors that open onto a wide concrete ledge with a metal railing. The city stretches out below us like a glittering map. Cars look like toys. Peopl

I’ve always wanted to step onto a plane for the first time.The idea of flying somewhere, or anywhere, used to feel exciting enough on its own. But one night, while I was half-drunk and scrolling through random thoughts, a much filthier version appeared in my head: me, locked in one of those tiny airplane bathrooms, with a handsome male flight attendant buried deep inside me while the rest of the passengers sat just a few feet away. The thought was so nasty, and so wrong, that it made my stomach flip. That's exactly why I added it to the private bucket list.Today the opportunity finally came.Tasha and I are flying for the first time together. A Short trip, nothing fancy. But the second I walk down the jet bridge and step onto the plane, my heart is already beating too fast. We found our seats. I took the window seat, and Tasha was already talking about the free snacks when I noticed him.A Male flight attendant. Tall, clean uniform, dark hair. The kind of face that looks calm and pr

With just two weeks left.I have been watching Tasha’s uncle for months. Every time I come over, I catch myself staring at the way his shirts pull across his chest, his low voice, and the quiet strength in how he moves. I added him to my private list the night I made it because the thought of him holding me down and taking what he wanted had lived in my head too long. I decided I wasn’t leaving this one unchecked.Tonight I’m at their place again. Tasha is downstairs on a long video call with her cousin, headphones on, laughing too loud. I go upstairs under the excuse of using the bathroom… and I don’t stop at the bathroom. I stop at his open bedroom door.He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling through his phone, shirt unbuttoned at the top. He looks up when he feels my presence.“You lost?” he asks, voice low.“No.”I step inside and close the door behind me. He watches every step. Something in my face must give me away, because he sets the phone down slowly.“Erica.”I walk

With twelve days left.I’ve always gotten off on the idea of being touched where I shouldn’t be. The risk. The thin line between private and public. The thought of someone’s hand between my legs in a place where the doors could open at any second has lived in my head for years. That’s why the elevator made the private list. Not full sex. Just fingers. The kind of filthy, rushed orgasm that leaves you shaky and wet while the rest of the world keeps moving around you.Tonight I’m at a party with Tasha on the first floor of a high-rise. Too many people. Too much noise. I’ve had more to drink than I planned. There’s a guy who’s been on me all night — tall, dark shirt, persistent in that quiet way that doesn’t feel desperate. Every time I turn around he’s close. Offering another drink. Brushing my arm. Looking at my mouth when I talk. I’ve been brushing him off for hours, but the alcohol is warm in my blood and the attention is starting to feel less annoying and more like something I coul