All Chapters of The Den of Desires : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

DAVINABut then, as if he changed his mind about fucking me from the back just yet, he wrapped me in his arms. I didn't understand how but he had spread out the tablecloth rather haphazardly on the floor and now he was lowering me on it princess style.I sat on the cold, hard floor and looked up at him towering over me. His bulge was so huge it begged to be set free from the constraints of his pants.He came closer to me and I knelt eagerly and reached for his abdomen. His shirt had come untucked and the breeze blew it intermittently, giving me peaks of his abs.I reached for the hem of his shirt, unbuttoning it from the bottom to mid length because that's how high I could go without having to stand up. I slid my fingers over his perfect skin. He was everything I dreamed my stalker would be like, and lots more.His abs were solid bars, I relished in the feeling of him and I heard his silent sigh of approval. My hands instinctively moved to his crotch region.I unzipped his pants, sl

DAVINAAs the cool night breeze touched my face, I realized I had been dragged outside of the club by this dangerously handsome man. I was sobered up a bit by the rush of events and the cool night air. What time was it? Where was Marcy? I had no idea what the answers to those questions were but I trusted Marcy to be responsible enough for herself at a club even if I had to leave.But looking at the man in front of me, I thought I'd be filled with happiness. Rather the rage boiled within me and the alcohol seemed to have changed direction and was pumping to my brain. I looked down at my wrist in his vice-like grip, and I looked up at his moving figure. I repeated the motion a few times till I got my bearings and the gist on what was happening.Then I snapped .I freed my hand out of his grip in annoyance, shocking him momentarily. He stood in place and looked at me. I refused to be intimidated by his huge frame.“Don't be dramatic Davina, come along.” He said authoritatively.I co

LEVIThe office was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning and the distant tick of the clock on the wall. I sat behind the heavy oak desk, my laptop open before me, the glow of the screen casting shadows across the room. The world outside meant nothing to me at that moment, no reports, no financial statements, no empire to maintain. My attention was fixed solely on her.Davina.She moved across the bar floor on the camera feed, her body wrapped in the snug black uniform that clung to her curves in a way that made it difficult to breathe.I remembered the night we had together and the intense morning, having her in my space was intoxicating and I loved it. I brought my focus back to the screen.The feed was sharp, every detail captured, the way her hair brushed her shoulders when she bent down to place drinks on a table, the faint smile she gave the customers, the way her hands moved quickly, efficiently.I’d had the camera installed weeks ago. She didn’t know. She didn’

DAVINAI left my apartment with my stomach in knots, the sundress swishing around my knees like it belonged to a different woman. A softer woman. A hopeful woman. Not me, not today. My sandals clicked against the pavement as I walked, my head full of questions and curses and the faint, guilty flicker of anticipation.I should’ve thrown the dress back in the box, should’ve ignored the flowers, should’ve crumpled the note into nothing. But I couldn’t. Not when it was him.I didn’t even know his name.For a year now he’d been this looming presence in my life, always there, always watching. Sometimes in the shadows, sometimes stepping in like some twisted guardian angel. I’d seen him in alleys, on empty streets, once at my own front door. We’d crossed lines no one should cross, blurred boundaries until I couldn’t tell if I wanted to claw at him or cling to him. We’d had sex—hungry, reckless, unplanned and it had left me burning, both ashamed and desperate for more.But the truth? I didn’t

DAVINAThe door shut behind us, and the sound changed.The bass wasn’t just music anymore, it was a heartbeat, massive and inescapable, filling the room until it felt like the rhythm was inside me. My pulse latched onto it, unwilling, traitorous, like my body already knew where it had been brought.The room opened wide, cavernous, larger than it should have been, as if the walls had been peeled back from reality itself. Shadows clung to the ceiling, rolling in waves, caught by flashes of red and violet light. They pulsed in time with the bass, making the space feel alive, breathing.Bodies moved everywhere, dozens, maybe hundreds. Masked faces glittered in the dim light, feathers and leather, gilded edges catching sparks of brightness before sinking back into shadow. The air was thick with heat, perfume, sweat, and incense. A slow-moving fog coiled across the ground, curling around ankles like it was alive, like it wanted to drag us under.My throat tightened. My skin prickled. Eve