All Chapters of Risky Desires: Dark Erotic Short Stories. : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Thalia’s POV. “Turn around,” he ordered, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. I did just that, feeling my nipples going numb through my crop top. “TAP!” He struck a hand against my ass cheek, the impact making my core clench and drip at the same time. His big, rough hands slowly rubbed my smooth cheeks, making me bite hard on my lips. If I'd known he was this good with touching women, I'd have never agreed to come here. Now that I thought about that, I wasn't even supposed to be in this position with him. Rocco was a criminal who'd stolen from Don Niko–my boss–and I was sent here because he had a weakness for women. The plan was simple–seduce him, get high on pleasure and send him to his maker. . But that was far from what was happening right now. A slick, cold object slamming into my ass hole pulled me back into reality. “Hmm, yes,” I rasped in pleasure, loving how Rocco rotated the plug inside my hole. Rocco's free hand cupped my cunt from behind, his firm pa

Thalia's POV. Rocco's eyes widened, but not from surprise. From amusement. He rose up slowly from the chair, his lips curling into the most evil smirk I’d ever seen. He lifted both hands in the air, “I surrender.” My heart skipped a beat. Why wasn't he scared? Why should I even bother? The plan was to kill him and go on with my life. I curled my fingers around the trigger, “Head or chest? Pick your best spot.” Instead of doing that, he moved closer. Every step echoing through the room like a deadly warning. Emotions bubbled in my throat, my insides knotting painfully from seeing him approach me instead of backing off. “That was not a very smart way to act around your target, you know.” he said, his tone dropping low. For a second, my brain went blank. He knew I was sent to kill him, and he still fucked me? Why did he let things escalate? Was there a tiny chance that he felt attracted? While I was busy processing those thoughts, I noticed he was about to close the distance

Tanesha's POV. “Touch me please,” I ordered, spreading my legs wider on the kitchen island. He nodded vigorously, burying his face in between my legs. He exhaled on my folds, making my breath hitch. The aroma of ramen and juice filled the air, reminding me of how wrong this was to do in the kitchen. But my body was too needy to stop. His hands firmly held on to either side of my thighs, his tongue moving up and down my core, making me drip even more. I hummed softly, arching my hips forward as he circled around my clit. He sucked my clit really hard, the feeling making my brain experiencing short–circuits. And then he moved back to gliding up and down my slits. The feel of that slick tongue pleasuring made me bite hard on my lips, trying to fight back my moan. If my husband found out I was getting pleasured by our chef instead of supervising him, I’d lose my life. That was one of the disadvantages of getting married to one of the wealthiest Mafia lords in the city. Their puni