All Chapters of Unfiltered Diaries: A Steamy Collection (Long Version): Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

"Face the class while you ride my fingers, little bunny."His voice was a dark growl against my ear, his hot breath fanning the left side of my face. I clenched around his fingers involuntarily, my hips rolling in slow, desperate circles as the classroom blurred in front of me.My nipples pressed taut against my sheer white blouse, sweat making the fabric cling like a second skin. Every camera flash from the students below felt like a spotlight, and I didn't look away. He'd told me not to.And I was pathetically, embarrassingly turned on by that alone.Professor Vincenzo Ferraro's free hand fisted the front of my blouse, tearing it open. My breasts spilled free, heavy and flushed, the cool air tightening my nipples into stiff peaks that ached for his hands."Oh god… please, more…" My voice broke on the last word, my head dropping back against his shoulder as I rode his fingers faster, chasing the curl he kept pressing into me.He groaned low and frustrated, the sound vibrating throug

I lasted exactly four days before I broke.Four days of sitting in his classroom with my thighs pressed together and my pen moving across my notebook on autopilot while Professor Vincenzo Ferraro lectured about Renaissance literature like he hadn't had his fingers inside me on his desk.Like I hadn't cried his name while I fell apart.Like none of it had happened. He never looked at me. Not even once. He called on every other student, moved through the room with that controlled, unhurried grace, and treated me like I was invisible.A mere piece of furniture.It was the most effective torture I'd ever experienced. And Luca noticed on day two."You look like you haven't slept a wink," he said, dropping into the seat beside me in the campus café, sliding a coffee across the table without being asked."I've slept fine." I countered, putting on my best poker face."You have the face of someone who's been staring at the ceiling thinking about something they shouldn't."I wrapped both hands

I was having the worst day of my life.My coffee had spilled on my white dress at 8am. My best friend Jade had cancelled our lunch plans via text with three words and a shrug emoji.My Uber had taken forty minutes in traffic that shouldn't have existed on a Tuesday, and now I was standing outside Whitmore Medical Associates at 2:47pm for a 2:45 appointment, slightly sweaty and entirely done with the universe."First gyno appointment," I muttered to myself, pushing through the glass door. "What could make this day worse?"The receptionist smiled at me with the kind of practiced warmth that belonged exclusively to medical offices and five-star hotels. "Nova Reed?""That's me.""Dr. Whitmore will be with you shortly. You can head to room three."I filled out my forms, sat on the paper-covered examination table that crinkled every time I breathed, and stared at the anatomical diagrams on the wall, trying not to think about how intimate this appointment was about to get with a complete str

He meant it.With his belt undone and eyes on me like I was a piece of meat he wanted so desperately, he meant every word.I was still trembling from the first orgasm when he gripped my thighs and pulled me back to the edge of the table. No warning, just his hands repositioning me exactly where he wanted me, like I was his to move, and the humiliating part was I fucking loved it."Caleb…" I whined."Shh." He rammed two fingers back inside me without warning, and I choked on whatever I was about to say, my walls clenching greedily around him, still sensitive and swollen from before.He watched my face with dark, focused eyes as he slowly pumped them in and out. "You can take more. I know you can." He added the third."I just…" I gasped, my back arching. "I just came.""I know, baby." His thumb found my clit again and pressed. "I want you to do it again."I stopped arguing. He finger fucked me back to the edge with ruthless speed, curling deep, thumb rubbing tight circles on my clit, h

The first time Sienna saw Raphael, he was standing at the kitchen counter of her sister's home with his sleeves rolled to his elbows, pouring red wine into two glasses like he owned every room he'd ever walked into.He did. That much was immediately obvious.Sienna stood in the doorway of the kitchen unnoticed for exactly four seconds, long enough to take in the broad shoulders filling out his white linen shirt, the sharp jawline, the dark hair curling slightly at the nape of his neck, before her sister Camille materialized from behind her and brushed past with a bright, easy-going smile."Raph, look who finally made it!" She exclaimed, and he turned.Dark brown eyes. Darker than she expected. The kind of brown that was almost black in certain light and in the warm glow of Camille's kitchen, they landed on Sienna and stayed there.One second. Two. Sienna counted."Sienna." Camille was already gesturing between them, oblivious, radiant, and completely unaware. "This is Raphael. My husb