Lahat ng Kabanata ng MIDNIGHT DESIRES: A Collection Of Erotic Tales : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Kinks: Exhibitionism, Possessive, DominanceAll day, I felt his eyes on me—dark, heavy, never leaving my skin. My bodyguard. Always there, always watching. Strong and silent, like a shadow that followed me everywhere. I knew exactly what I was doing, and I did it on purpose. A soft touch on his arm when he passed by. A slow, teasing smile that I didn’t hide. I crossed my legs just right, then uncrossed them again, letting the hem of my dress slip a little higher each time. I wanted him to notice. I wanted him to want me so badly it hurt.Now, sitting in the back of the car, the city lights flickering past like broken stars, the air between us thick and heavy, like a storm waiting to break. I could see the tension in his jaw, the way his fingers gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white. He was fighting something—something fierce.He cleared his throat, his voice low and rough, like gravel scraping glass. “I’ve been trying to control myself all day. You don’t know wha

Kinks: Brat taming, punishment, dirty talk, rough sexShe slammed the bedroom door a little too hard on purpose.Her heels clicked across the hardwood floor as she strutted in like she owned the place—head high, hips swaying, attitude thick in the air."You're late," he said from the armchair by the window, voice low and sharp.She didn't even glance at him. "So? You’re not my boss."His jaw ticked. She was already pushing him, and she knew it. He watched her toss her bag down, kick off her heels, and crawl onto the bed like it was her throne. Like she hadn’t just kept him waiting for over an hour without a single damn word."You've been pushing me all day," he muttered as he stood, slow and measured, like a storm rolling in.She rolled over onto her back, arms behind her head, her legs crossed at the ankle. That smug little smirk stretched across her face."Poor you."He took a step closer. Then another. Calm. Controlled. Dangerous.She didn’t flinch. Not yet. She liked this game. Th

Kinks: Sleepy sex, somnophilia (consensual), edging, soft dominationThe room was bathed in shadows, the only light coming from the dim streetlamp outside, casting faint lines across the bedspread. Everything else was quiet, wrapped in a calm so thick it felt almost alive. She lay on the soft mattress, her body still and warm beneath the thin cotton sheet. The vibrator hummed softly between her thighs, its steady pulse a gentle reminder of the pleasure lingering just beneath the surface of sleep.Her skin was flushed—a soft pink glow that spread across her cheeks, down her neck, and over the smooth planes of her body. She was tangled in a peaceful kind of surrender, her breathing slow and deep, the rise and fall of her chest steady and easy. Her hair spilled messily across the pillow, some strands sticking to the damp skin of her forehead and neck. The cool air brushed over her bare shoulders, causing her skin to shiver faintly, but she didn’t move much, still caught in the heavy haze

He ripped my sleep shirt like it was nothing, claws slicing the fabric apart with one clean swipe. My skin prickled as the cool air touched my breasts, and his glowing eyes devoured every inch.“So soft,” he muttered, almost reverent. “So human. So mine.”He leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. I arched beneath him, gasping. He kept me pinned with one hand while the other trailed lower—slow, teasing, possessive. His fingers dragged over my thighs, pushing them apart, spreading me wide.“Dripping,” he growled. “For me.”I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes. “Say it,” he demanded. “Say you want me.”“I… I want you,” I whispered, heat flooding my face.His smile returned, darker now. “Good girl.”He whispered something in a language I didn’t understand—ancient and rough. The sound vibrated through my chest, down my spine. I felt it between my legs. My body responded like it knew the words, like it had always been

Kinks: dominance, enemies to lovers, accidental intimacy.Trapped With HimThe elevator jerked hard and came to a sudden stop. The lights flickered once, then went dim, leaving only a faint red emergency light glowing in the corner. The air inside felt thick and heavy, like the space itself was holding its breath.I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. I reached for the handrail, my fingers trembling just a little. “Great. Just great.”From behind me, a low groan. “Of all the people to get stuck with... it had to be you.” His voice was rough, annoyed—but there was something else under it I couldn’t quite place.I turned slowly, facing Noah Hayes. Tall, broad-shouldered, with those sharp eyes that always seemed to look right through me. The man I’d argued with more times than I could count. The man I couldn’t stand.“Trust me, I’m not thrilled either,” I snapped, crossing my arms, trying to look tough even though my knees felt