All Chapters of The Den of Desires : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

“Fuck, Adele,” I growled, my hands full of her perfect tits. They were heavy, soft, and warm, spilling over my palms as I squeezed them together. Her nipples were dark, stiff little peaks begging for my mouth. I leaned in and sucked one hard, flicking my tongue over it before grazing it with my teeth.Adele moaned, low and filthy, arching her back so I could take more. “Yeah… just like that, Nate. Suck on them. I’ve been wet all day thinking about your mouth on me.”I switched to the other nipple, sucking harder while my hands slid down her waist, pushing the flimsy night dress all the way off her hips. It pooled on the floor, leaving her completely naked on my lap. No panties. Of course. Her bare pussy was already soaked, grinding slow and dirty against the thick ridge of my cock through my joggers.I slipped two fingers between her thighs and groaned at how slippery she was. “Goddamn, you’re dripping. This pussy missed me, huh?”“Badly,” she breathed, rocking against my fingers. “To

AdeleThe rooftop restaurant buzzed with noise and people drinking. Heather had set up this fancy group dinner to celebrate us reaching the halfway point of the video shoot. The whole crew was there, plus some label executives and industry people who could help push the project. I sat almost directly across from Nate, wearing a tight black dress that clung to my curves. We were both pretending to be casual but my body burned whenever he turned to look at me. He could not not look.My mind kept flashing back to that pool night a week ago. When I became addicted Under the table, I slipped off one heel and stretched my bare foot toward him. My toes brushed his ankle first, then slowly slid up his calf. I felt him tense. I kept talking normally to the guy next to me about some marketing plan, nodding and smiling at the right times. Meanwhile, my foot moved higher until it pressed firmly against the bulge growing in Nate’s jeans. He was getting hard fast. I rubbed slow, teasing circles r

Adele.I stepped out the back door of the diner with a heavy trash bag in my hands, the smell of old grease and rain hitting me at once. Chicago nights were cold this time of year, and my thin jacket did nothing to keep the chill off my skin. My feet hurt from a double shift. All I wanted was to dump this bag, clock out, and crawl into my tiny apartment bed. Alone, like always.The alley was dark except for one flickering bulb above the dumpster. I swung the bag toward the bin when a shadow moved near the wall.I jumped hard. “What the hell...”Before I could finish, he stepped into the light.Nate.My heart slammed against my ribs. Same sharp jaw, same intense eyes, same body that used to make me forget everything, that made me touch myself every night. He was wearing a black hoodie pulled low, but I would know him anywhere. For a second I just stared, trash bag still dangling from my fingers like a weapon.Then the ang

Adele I was finding it hard to breathe. Bianca took the phone from my hands. "Hey. Hey, look at me." My eyes met hers. She looked terrified, which somehow made it worse. Bianca never looked terrified. "No one knows it's you," she said firmly. "Your face isn't visible. You were facing the wall the whole time. They don't know who you are." But I wasn't thinking about me. I was thinking about Nate. Nate's face was clear as day in that video. This would destroy him, and I had been part of it. "No," I said, standing up so fast the room spun. "No, no, no." "Adele, what are you doing?" I snatched my phone back. My fingers flew across the screen, navigating to my blocked contacts. Nate's name sat there like a ghost. I unblocked him and called him but it went straight to voicemail "The person you're trying to reach is unavailable..." I hung up and tried again, and then again, but nothing. "He's not answering," I said, my voice cracking. "What if he doesn't know? What

BLURB“Does my brother fuck this cunt this good?” he growled, yanking onto my hair harshly as he pounds into me ruthlessly, eliciting helpless moans from me.“No…” I whimper.•••To her boyfriend, Ariana Denvers was the prudish, stuck up girlfriend who was sexually boring. Despite the manipulation, Ariana convinced herself she loved him until she found him cheating on her with another woman. That night, all Ariana wanted was to let loose sexually and be ravaged without mercy. Her internal wish brought her in contact with a ruthless, mysterious man who gave her the best night of her life. But then, when Ariana found out that the same man she fucked was her boyfriend's older brother, how does she wiggle her way out of it? Would she give in to her unhinged desires or stick with her asshole boyfriend?Chapter one: Happy Fucking Birthday Ariana The taxi pulled up to Calvin’s building at exactly eight o’clock. I checked my reflection in the small mirror of my compact one last time. Red dr