All Chapters of Unfiltered Diaries: A Steamy Collection (Long Version): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sienna didn't lock her door.She lay in the dark at midnight in nothing but a thin sleep shirt, telling herself she wasn't waiting for anyone. That she'd misunderstood everything.And that a man with that much self-control wouldn't actually—The door creaked open.Raphael filled the doorway in the dark— low slung sweatpants, bare chest, the moonlight catching the lines of him in a way that made her mouth go completely dry.He looked at her on the bed, and his jaw ticked once, and then he stepped inside, pulling the door shut behind him and clicking the lock.The sound echoed through her entire body.He prowled to the bed, slowly stood over her, looking down at her the way he had in the doorway last night, except there was no door frame to grip this time.No wall to put between himself and what he wanted."Camille—" Sienna started."Is asleep." He reached down and gripped the hem of her sleep shirt. "Lift this." He commanded.She lifted her arms, and the shirt came off. He dropped it o

~Coach DrakeAria walked through those doors on Thursday in grey gym shorts and a white sports bra. I had to turn around and pretend to adjust something on the equipment rack just to get my face under control.Three days.I'd spent three days telling myself it was nothing. That she was just a client and I'd seen attractive women before, and kept it professional, that this was no different.I was full of shit, and I knew it.It was different the moment she walked in on Monday. The way she'd looked at me, not throwing herself at me, or pretending just to get my attention, like what most ladies here did. She just looked at me like she was trying to figure me out and wasn't sure she wanted to. God. The way she'd bitten her lip when my hand was on her thigh and tried so hard not to let me see it.I saw it. I see everything.I watched her drop her bag by the bench in the mirror's reflection, rolling her shoulders, and I thought about Monday.About my hands on her curvy hips and that small,

His fingers fucked me against that mirror until my legs were shaking and my nails were leaving marks in his shoulders, and I was so embarrassingly close, and then he stopped, pulling his hand away.I made a sound of outrage. He reached past me and grabbed a condom from the shelf behind the desk. He'd planned this, of course, he'd planned this.He rolled it on without taking his eyes off me, and I felt my pussy throb just watching him do that.He gripped my thigh and hiked it up around his waist, positioning himself at my entrance.Without warning, he drove inside me against that mirror so hard my palms slapped flat against the glass, and a sound tore out of my throat that bounced off every wall in the gym.“Fuck, yes!”There was no easing in. Just full and deep and immediate, exactly what I'd been asking for since I walked through that door."Don't hold back," I moaned with clenched teeth, against his jaw. "Drake. Fuck. Me. Hard."He pulled back and drove forward harder, the mirror ra

Not waiting for Sunday as she promised, she came back on Wednesday.Zara walked through the side door of the church at three in the afternoon in a red dress that had absolutely no business being within fifty feet of a holy building and sat in the third pew from the front like she owned the place, ignoring the quick, curious glance of the little congregation that had remained after the Wednesday service. Father Matteo saw her from the vestry doorway. He stood there for a full minute, watching her, and she knew he was there. He could tell from the way she sat, too composed, and her chin lifted slightly.He should go back inside, he thought. He had a homily to prepare, letters to write, and a meeting with the parish council at five.He had approximately fourteen things that required his attention, and none of them were the woman in the red dress sitting in his church on a Wednesday afternoon just after service.He couldn’t help but cross over to where Zara sat. She looked up when he sto

Then she rolled her hips, and he moved, not starting slow. He fucked her against the vestry wall like a man who had been starving for years.His hands gripped her thighs, backing against the wall as his hips drove into her with a force that knocked the breath clean out of her lungs on the first thrust.She grabbed his shoulders and took it all. It was what she wanted after all.Neither of them cared about the wooden cross above the door that rattled with every thrust. Matteo didn't slow down, his gaze never leaving her face. His eyes were dark, fixed, and completely unrecognizable from the man who had stood at that altar two hours ago.He was gone. Completely gone."Harder," Zara moaned, thrusting her hips forward to match his pace, and he gave it to her. Her back scraped the wall, and her nails raked down his back through his shirt. The sounds filling the room were filthy and completely at odds with everything the room was supposed to represent, and she felt something wicked and ele