Todos los capítulos de NO SAFE WORD: A Collection OF Dark Desires : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 8

His hand wrapped around her throat from behind, steady and possessive, pulling her head back until it met his shoulder . “This pussy’s mine now,” he growled, biting her neck. “You understand me?” “Yes!, it’s yours,” she cried out, eyes stinging with tears, too much pleasure. Her release crashed over her like a wave, stealing her breath as she cried out. Her body tightened around him, shaking, and he groaned, holding her tight as he chased his own release. He held nothing back, no restraint. Just possession. And then he cursed low, hips jerking as he came deep inside her, filling her. He groaned against her skin, his cock pulsing inside her as he released. For a long moment, they stayed there—pressed against the wall, soaked in rain and sweat, their breathing rough and quiet in the hush that followed. Finally, he slid out of her, warm release spilling down her thighs. He turned her around slowly, smoothing her dress and lifting her chin. “You won’t forget me,” he said, “And thi

She heard the quiet shift of fabric, his zipper, the soft clink of his belt as it dropped to the floor. Without warning, his fingers thrust into her—two at once, deep and curling perfectly inside her. She moaned loudly. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Let go for me.” He fingered her harder and faster. When he felt her start to tighten around him, he withdrew. “Not yet.” She whimpered again—lost on the edge of climax. Then he grabbed her hips and positioned his hard and erected cock at her entrance and entered her with a hard thrust. She screamed in pleasure and pain. “Mine,” he groaned against her ear. “Every inch of you.” He moved inside her at a punishing pace, one hand tangled in her hair, the other grabbed her hip as he fucked her hard. The blindfold made it worse, every sensation was heightened, every thrust more intense. She shattered around him, moaning his name out loud. And still, he didn’t stop. Dante turned her, lifting her effortlessly laying her on the

The neon sign flickered like a warning: CLUB NOCTURNE. A black steel door in a quiet alley, guarded by a man in a suit with eyes that didn’t blink. Alina shouldn’t have been there. She didn’t wear latex or heels high enough to make her feel like prey. But she’d been watching him for weeks. The stranger in the booth. Every Friday night, he sat in the back of Club Nocturne, drinking untouched, eyes scanning the crowd like he was hunting. He never danced. He just watched. Tonight, the woman who usually played it safe, the quiet girl with control, was gone. She wanted something raw, something that would tear through her nerves and leave her burning. Alina’s skin prickled as the bass vibrated deep into her bones. She moved carefully, trying to remain invisible but somehow unable to look away from the dark corner where he sat. Tonight, she stepped into his line of sight. Tight black dress, no bra, a heartbeat she could feel in every inch of her skin. Alina swallowed her nerves and

Alina’s legs still shook as Julien helped stand up. Her body was aching and her breath uneven. She expected him to pull away, to return to the cold mask he wore when she first arrived. But instead, he stayed close, his fingers brushing the curve of her hip in a soft touch. “You’re not done,” he said quietly. “What do you mean?” She asked Julien’s eyes darkened“This room was your beginning. But Nocturne is not for secrets. She swallowed. “You want them to see?” “No,” he said. “I want you to let them.” Her lips parted but no word came out. Different thoughts ran through her mind but deep down she felt that same need she had felt the moment she stepped inside the club. The need to be seen and claimed. Julien lifted her chin. “You can say no. But if you want more then you come with me ” Alina hesitated for only a second. Then she nodded. He took her hand and led her back in. The music was louder now. Her heels clicked against the floors, but no one turned to look. Not y