All Chapters of UNHOLY URGES: A COLLECTION OF FILTHY ENCOUNTERS : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I flung my bag across the room, my body landing hard on the mattress it had been yearning for all day. I stared up at the ceiling, scrolling through the messy blueprints and exhausted lines blurring in my head. Architecture wasn't for the weak. And I wasn't just anyone. I am Ciara Miller. A twenty years old, top-tier student and the golden girl to most of my professors. My entire life has been structured, intentional, and strictly controlled. That clean, mathematical logic was exactly why I chose Architecture as a major in the first place. But lately, the clean geometry of my future had become completely warped by the presence of just one man. Professor Liam.. Tall, broad shoulders, with a lean muscular frame - he was a far cry from your average, dusty academic. He was the demanding type who could reduce an entire lecture hall to absolute silence with a single, icy glance. He was probably in his late 30s but he possessed an intimidating, severe aura that could make the s

“Hold it,” he commanded, his voice dark and demanding as he buried his fingers even deeper inside me.“Fuck!” I gasped. Hold it? Was that even physically possible! “I can't, sir.”The ceiling of his office blurred above me; I couldn't fight the wave anymore.“Please, Liam…ahh! Let me cum;” I pleaded, tears of pure overstimulation forcing their way to the corners of my eyes. Suddenly I felt his hand slide out of me, but the relief was short-lived. He used two fingers from both hands to hook the edges of my opening, stretching me wide before ruthlessly digging back into my soaked center.I yelped at the sudden intrusion.“Now cum for me, Little Ciara.” I barely processed the rest of his words. Like an obedient, well-trained student, my entire body vibrated violently as I squirted, convulsing against the sofa desperately trying to find some sense of balance as the hot liquid rushed out of me, soaking the leather beneath my hips. It was an absolutely heavenly, devasting feeling.As my s

All I could remember was holding onto the rug for my dear life as my body moved recklessly against the floor.“Ohh..Liam..harder.” I whimpered, almost screaming. With this sheer amount of overstimulating pressure, I felt like I could literally die from the agony of holding back my voice.“Liam! Open this door this instant. I can't wait out here all day,” the Dean's sharp voice echoed authoritatively through the heavy wooden door.“Ohh.. Little Ciara, she can't wait. We mustn't keep her waiting,” Liam whispered darkly, his large hand caressing my back to my neck, while his pelvis pounded viciously into my core.“You said, I shouldn't.. cum!” “No. You can cum,” he corrected, bending over to ruthlessly capture my breasts with his hand, his voice vibrating under my wet skin. “When you are completely consumed by the pleasure I bring you.”“Liam! What on earth are you doing in there?!” The Dean shrieked through the door.“Ahh..Liam, deeper.. stretch me harder,” I pleaded, my voice dropping

I quickly rushed into my room, trying to hold back my tears. I pushed the door behind me as I walked past it, desperate to lock out the rest of the world. But the heavy slam never came.With eyes blurred by unshed tears, I turned around. There he was. Gerard stood in the frame with his tinted grey hair, watching me with those sharp, unreadable green eyes, scanning my soul as if he already owned the place.“I told you to leave!” I screamed at him, my voice cracking under the weight of the night's betrayal.“I don't like being told what to do. Do you know who I am, Phoebe?” he asked, his voice a low, steady rumble as he stepped inside and quietly clicked the door shut behind us.“Yes, I know exactly what you are,” I spat, the tears finally breaking loose and hot down my cheeks. “You are a homewrecker. You were sleeping with my mother before my dad even died. You both are absolutely disgusting!”“Well, now I know why you look at me with so much vitriol,” he replied, completely unbothered

The days bled into weeks, and suddenly, I found myself in my room on the eve of the wedding. My mother was in a state of manic euphoria, bubbly and annoyingly beautiful. I regretted every second of my decision to return home for the preparations. She had managed to enlist everyone in the house into her bridal whirlwind, a calculated chaos designed specifically to avoid having a real conversation with me. The woman was a ghost in her own home, treating me like an inconvenience, shoving me aside as if I weren't her own flesh and blood. Gerard, on the other hand, had become a master of silence. Since that last text- the one I had left unanswered—he hadn't spoken a word to me. He had visited the house several times, breezing past me with a chilling indifference, playing the part of the doting fiancé for my mother while treating me as if I were invisible. I felt discarded, used, and profoundly lonely. Even Ciara, my only anchor, was buried under a mountain of schoolwork this evening