All Chapters of Risky Desires: Dark Erotic Short Stories. : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Thalia's POV.I felt my blood run cold the moment he said that. Every rush of dopamine in my veins became replaced with adrenaline.He slowly lifted his head to face me, his eyes still carrying the same darkness I'd seen when I walked in. I racked my head, searching for the best way to respond to him. But no words came to mind.My core ached from the loss of his thick length, my heart palpating from the fear that he might kill me.Shit.This was game over.“Answer me, doll.” He demanded, his tone icy and sharp.I blinked back, swallowing hard.“Wha–what are you talking about?” I inquired, leaning onto my go-to move in times of trouble–pretense.He couldn't get the truth if I played innocent.But I couldn't shake off the feeling that instead of helping me finish, he might just pull the trigger on me.His brows twitched, his expression void of any emotion.“Aren't you Thalia Rox? Weren't you sent here to kill me?” He asked both questions at once, his eyes narrowing.So he wasn't sure? G

Thalia's POV. My eyes widened in horror the moment I heard that. Death? I knew I was going to die someday, but I never for once thought that I'd die by the hands of a criminal. That would be too much of a disgrace. I struggled to breath, my hands now clawing his big arm but Rocco didn't let go. His grin never faltered, even as he finger-fucked me. The sounds of his finger pushing back and forth echoing through the room, a reminder of how shameless I grew. Christ. I curled my hands into fists, launching them onto his arm one after the other, but his grip only tightened. Using his grip on my neck, he pushed me until my back collided with concrete. Then his fingers inside me slowed as he shook his head pitifully, “you should never have thought with your cunt. Look at you, so helpless.” His mocking words ignited a pure, unchecked rage through my insides. The last thing I was, was helpless. And I was going to prove that. But how? I couldn't speak, I couldn't get his hand off. And

Tanesha’s POV.Callendon’s huge figure swept into the room, his eyes dark and calculating as ever.My body trembled viciously as he walked in with his favorite gun in hand. I was still sitting on the kitchen island and Cain’s crotch did nothing to hide that he'd been hard just a few sey ago. Callendon's brows twitched as his gaze alternated between Cain and I. “You were in here, and you didn't bother to answer?” He asked, his tone laced with irritation. I quickly shook my head, forcing a tight smile across my burning cheeks, “Oh–Um, I didn't hear you. I was quite focused on the garnishing of your dish. You know, you hate to see your dish out of place.” Thankfully, Cain had been garnishing the dishes before I came. If not, Callendon would have clocked me. Callendon hummed, a low, drawled sound. His face was void of any emotions, but I could tell that he was observing. I could see it in the way his brows twitched and relaxed, the way his eyes glanced through every corner of the r

Cora’s POV. “Fuck, Ace,” I moaned, inserting the dildo a little deeper into me. My inner walls stretched around the thick toy, my legs widening to give the object more depth. My weight pressed against the thick sheets of my bed, making me feel like the pleasure was consuming me. My mouth stayed half-open as breathy moans flew out, my core dripping with so much juice. I increased the pace of the toy’s thrusts, imagining it was the man of my dreams–Ace. “Oh, Ace, you fuck me so well,” I murmured, the sound of my voice heavy with little to no shame. Ace should be the last person on my mind as I pleasured myself, but my feelings had grown too far for me to see him as a stepbrother. Ever since my father got married to his mom, I'd spent nights imagining what it would feel like to him inside me. I mean, who wouldn't? He was hot, attractive and mysterious–the kind of guy that made girls swoon without him realizing it. Despite us being half–siblings, he barely spoke to me. I almost di

Cora’s POV. My blood ran cold the moment I heard that. Fuck.He'd heard me. Oh God, what do I do? I tried to speak but the words bubbling at the end of my throat sounded far from proper sentences. My finger was still inside me, and the smell of my juice lingered in the air. Beads of sweat rolled down my spine as I sat there, wishing on the universe to give me the power to disappear.But nothing of the sort happened. Instead, Ace turned around, his huge frame covering the space in front of me. His grey eyes alternated between my face and my bum shorts.And then I saw the corner of his lips turn up, almost like he was amused. My cheeks burned red as I slowly slid my finger out of me, but then he went down on one knee, grabbing my finger.“Aren't you a dirty stepsister? Walking around the house while having fantasies of your stepbrother fucking you?” He asked, his baritone laced with a mix of mockery and surprise. I averted his gaze, biting so hard on my inner cheek. What could I