All Chapters of Irresistible Cravings: A short story Collection: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“Get in here. Now.”Adrian Voss’s voice was low and commanding as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the bridal suite, shutting the heavy door behind us with a decisive click. My heart slammed against my ribs. I was supposed to be finalizing the flower arrangements for his wedding tomorrow, not being dragged into the bridal suite by the groom himself.“Mr. Voss… Adrian…we really shouldn’t be in here,” I whispered, trying to keep my voice professional even as my pulse raced. “Your fiancée is right outside with the photographer.”He ignored me, backing me up against the wall, his tall, powerful frame caging me in. At 34, Adrian Voss looked every bit the arrogant billionaire, sharp jaw, expensive suit, and dark eyes that burned with hunger as they raked over my tight professional dress.“Do you have any idea how fucking annoying she is?” he growled, one hand bracing beside my head while the other boldly traced the curve of my waist. “Cold. Distant. More interested in the guest list t

My heart nearly stopped when Victoria knocked again.“Adrian? I know you’re in there. Are you okay?”Adrian pulled out of me quickly, his cum already leaking down my thighs. He yanked my dress down, shoved me toward the stall, and whispered harshly, “Hide. Now.”I slipped into the stall on shaky legs, cum dripping down my inner thighs as I quietly closed the door. Adrian fixed his pants, zipped up, and opened the main door a moment later.“Hey, babe,” he said smoothly, sounding perfectly normal. “Just needed a minute. The speech was great.”I peeked through the crack in the stall door, barely breathing. Victoria stood there in her elegant rehearsal dinner dress, looking slightly annoyed.“You’ve been gone a while,” she said, glancing around. “I thought maybe you weren’t feeling well.”“Nah, I’m good,” Adrian replied casually. “Just handling something. I’ll be right out.”Victoria lingered for a second, then sighed. “Fine. Don’t take too long. People are asking about you.”The door fin

The morning of the wedding, my phone buzzed with a single text from Adrian.[Bridal suite. Now.]My hands shook as I slipped through the back hallway of the luxurious venue. I could hear the wedding party laughing and chatting nearby, stylists, bridesmaids, and Victoria herself getting ready just one room away.Adrian was waiting inside the bridal suite. The second I stepped in, he locked the door, grabbed me by the throat, and pushed me toward the elegant vanity where his fiancée would soon sit to have her makeup done.“Adrian… this is insane,” I whispered, my voice trembling with guilt. “Today is your wedding day. She’s right next door.”“I know,” he growled, spinning me around and bending me over the vanity. My breasts pressed against the marble surface where Victoria would soon be sitting. He yanked my dress up roughly and tore my panties down my legs. “That’s exactly why I need to fuck you right now.”He freed his thick cock and slammed into my already soaked pussy in one brutal

The tow truck rumbled to a stop inside Colt’s isolated auto shop on the edge of nowhere. My car was already up on the lift, hanging helplessly in the air. The place smelled like motor oil, metal, and pure masculinity.Colt killed the engine and looked over at me, his eyes dark. “Get out. Sit on the workbench.”I obeyed, my legs shaky as I hopped down and sat on the edge of his cluttered wooden workbench. Tools, rags, and greasy parts surrounded me. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows across his muscular, dirty body.Colt walked over to the sink and turned on the water. He started washing his hands, black grease swirling down the drain. But after a few seconds, he stopped, looked at me, and smirked.“Fuck it,” he muttered. “I like them dirty.”He crossed the distance in three strides, greasy hands grabbing my thighs and spreading my legs wide. My sundress rode up, exposing my soaked pussy to the cool garage air.“Colt… this place is filthy,” I whispered, a shi

The next day, I stayed hidden in the small back office of the garage like Colt ordered. Through the cracked door, I could see his partner Dax working under the hood of a truck, another big, muscular man covered in grease, with a shaved head and powerful arms.My body was still sore and marked from the night before, but I was already wet again just thinking about it.Colt eventually came into the office, grabbed me by the wrist, and pulled me out into the main garage.“Dax,” Colt called out, smirking. “Got a little bonus for you today.”Dax straightened up, wiping his hands on a rag, and his eyes widened when he saw me standing there in nothing but one of Colt’s oversized, grease-stained work shirts.“Fuck me,” Dax muttered, staring at my bare legs. “This the teacher you’ve been keeping back here?”“Yeah,” Colt said, yanking the shirt open to expose my naked body. “She’s been a very good girl. Thought you might want a taste.”The conflict hit me hard. Being offered like a toy to two di