All Chapters of UNHOLY TEMPTATIONS: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Three days left.I’ve always wanted to get fucked in a car by a rich, handsome man. Not a quick, messy fumble in a parking lot. The real thing — leather seats, tinted windows, the low hum of an expensive engine, and a man who looks like he belongs in a boardroom staring straight into my eyes while he buries himself inside me. That combination of luxury and filth has lived in my head for years. Tonight it happens.I’m at a quiet rooftop lounge downtown, nursing a drink I don’t really need, when he sits two stools away. Tailored dark shirt, expensive watch, the kind of calm confidence that doesn’t need to try hard. We talked. He has a low voice and a slow smile. When he offered to drive me home, I said yes.His car is exactly what I expected — sleek, black, with an interior that still smells new. The city lights slide across the windows as he drives. For a few minutes, we didn't speak. Then he pulls into a quiet, elevated parking structure with a view of the skyline and kills the engin

Tonight I turn twenty-four.The club is loud, dark, and packed. Bass thumps through the floor hard enough to feel in my teeth. Tasha is beside me at the bar in a tiny dress, laughing too loud, already two drinks ahead. I’m wearing something short and tight with nothing underneath, the same way I’ve been dressing for weeks. My birthday gift to myself is simple: I want one last filthy thing. A complete stranger. A bathroom stall. No names. No second meeting. Just the risk and the filth and the knowledge that I did it.I’ve wanted this specific scenario for years. The idea of being bent over in a cramped club bathroom while music pounds on the other side of the door, while people wash their hands a few feet away, while my best friend is somewhere in the crowd not knowing what I’m doing, that fantasy has lived in my head longer than most. A guy has been watching me from across the bar for the last twenty minutes. Tall, dark, quiet eyes that don’t look away when I catch him staring. He d

Three days passed before Lena went back to the house.She told herself she would stay away. She told herself the bathroom thing had been a mistake, a one-time slip that would never happen again. But on Thursday evening Jake texted that he was stuck at the office until late, and her feet carried her straight to his front door.Ava opened it. She wore a thin tank top and soft shorts. No bra. Her hair was pulled up in a messy knot. For a second neither of them spoke.“He’s not here,” Ava said quietly.“I know.”Lena stepped inside. The door clicked shut behind her. The living room lights were low. Music played softly from a speaker in the kitchen. Ava walked ahead of her, and Lena watched the sway of her hips, the way the shorts rode up the backs of her thighs.They ended up in the kitchen again. Ava poured water and handed it over Lena. The air between them felt heavier than before.“We shouldn’t,” Ava said, staring at the counter.“I know.”Silence stretched. Lena set the glass down a

The office was quiet. Most people had gone home hours ago. Only the soft hum of computers filled the large open space.Josephine sat at her desk, staring at the same spreadsheet. Her neck hurt, and her shoulders felt tight. She glanced at the clock.9:47 p.m.She was the only junior accountant still working. The quarterly report was due tomorrow morning, and Mr. Daniel Reed did not accept late work or mistakes.Josephine had worked at Reed & Associates for eight months. She was twenty-six. Daniel Reed was thirty-eight, head of the finance department. Tall, always in perfect suits, with sharp dark eyes that noticed every error. He rarely smiled.She both respected him and found him frustrating. He was brilliant. He was also cold. And sometimes, when he leaned over her desk, she felt something warm and unwanted in her stomach. She always pushed it away.Tonight the air conditioning had stopped working. The office felt warm and stuffy. Josephine had taken off her blazer. Her white blouse

Josephine barely slept.Every time she closed her eyes she felt Daniel’s hands on her hips again. She felt the hard edge of the desk under her. She heard the low sound he made when he came. By the time her alarm rang at 6:30 she was already awake, staring at the ceiling.She showered longer than usual. She chose a simple black blouse and a grey skirt. She pinned her hair up neatly. She put on makeup that made her look calm and professional. Nothing about her appearance should remind anyone of what happened the night before.At the office, she walked straight to her desk, sat down, and turned on her computer. She did not look toward the glass office at the end of the floor.Daniel was already there.He sat behind his desk in a dark blue suit, reading something on his screen. When she walked past, he did not lift his head, nor did he greet her. He treated her exactly the way he treated every other junior accountant.The morning passed in careful silence.At 10:15 there was a team meetin