Wildest Desires: A Dark Erotic Short Story Collection のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

I sink into the plush velvet of the couch, my head falling back until it hits the frame. The cool air of the penthouse feels like a slap against my heated skin, but it’s nothing compared to the warmth of Caden’s face pushing deeper between my thighs. He isn't holding back anymore. The professional wall he carries around like armor has finally cracked, and I can feel the raw, desperate hunger in the way his nose brushes against my sensitive skin.My nails dig deep into the expensive fabric of the sofa, my knuckles turning white as I steady myself. I watch him. I don't close my eyes, I want to see this. I want to see my high-and-mighty protector reduced to this, head bobbing against my pussy, his dark hair a mess as he tries to find every inch of me."Yes," I hiss, the word escaping as a sharp, rough exhale that cuts through the silence of the room.I am enjoying every single second of this. The anger I felt in the car, the fury at the paparazzi, the security, the world, has shifted int

"Come in," I say.The heavy office door clicks open, and Caden walks in. He moves with that same stiff, military posture he always has, crossing the thick carpet until he stops directly in front of my desk. He stands there, tall and imposing, his shadow stretching across the mahogany surface."You called for me, ma'am," he says. His voice is flat, but I can hear the slight rasp in it."Yes…" I mumble. I don't look at my computer screen. I don't look at the stacks of reports Eva left behind. I look straight at him, taking in the way his suit jacket strains against his shoulders."Come over here," I say, leaning back in my leather chair. "I need you to help me with something."Caden frowns. He doesn't move. He stays on the other side of the desk, his jaw tight. I feel the annoyance rising in my chest, mixing with the displeasure that’s been building since Eva chatted my ears off."I’m having a bad day already and it’s still morning," I mumble, my voice laced with a warning.Caden lets o

Caden cuts off my words, his mouth slamming into mine and devouring my lips with a sudden, raw hunger. His tongue presses down, thick and demanding, as he sucks on my own tongue so hard it feels like he’s trying to draw my soul right out of my throat. My hands, which were just a second ago clawing at his grip on my neck, lose their fight completely. They drop from his wrists and slide up, wrapping around his thick neck and tangling deep into his dark hair, pulling him in even tighter until there isn't a single inch of air left between us.I tug on his hair with the same violent energy he’s using to wreck my mouth. I press myself flush against him, feeling the solid, heavy weight of his raging cock digging into my waist through the thin fabric of my dress. His hand finally slides down from my throat, his large palm brushing over my chest. He catches my breast, his fingers squeezing the globe of flesh with a bruising grip that makes me whimper into his mouth. Then his hand moves to my b

The workday is finally over, but the air in my office is still thick with the heat of the afternoon. I sit behind my large desk, watching the minute hand on the wall clock crawl toward the hour. My skin is prickling under my clothes, the memory of the shower this morning is still a nagging throb between my legs. When the intercom finally buzzes, I don't even wait for Eva to speak."Send him in," I say.Caden walks in a moment later. He looks perfect, as usual. His suit is pressed, his tie is straight, and his face is a mask of cold, professional distance. You would never know, looking at him, that he was pinned against my shower wall only hours ago. The sight of his composure irritates me. I want to see him crack again.I stand up, grabbing my pink bag and smoothing down my skirt. I don't say a word as I walk past him toward the door. I hear him turn, his heavy footsteps falling into a strong pace behind me as we head for the private executive elevator.We step inside the small, mirro

Caden’s hand is like a band of iron around my wrists, pinning them into the silk pillows above my head. The shift in power is so sudden, so fast, that it leaves me lightheaded. One second I was the queen on her throne, and the next, I am just a slave, a toy crushed beneath his heavy, solid weight. The bodyguard has finally been devoured, and the man looking down at me right now is terrifying."You like to talk about who belongs to who," he growls, his voice a low rasp that vibrates through my entire body. "But you’ve been looking for someone to break you since the moment I became your bodyguard."I try to pull my hands free, a last fruitless effort to reclaim some shred of my dignity, but he doesn't even budge. He just tightens his grip, his thumb pressing into the delicate skin of my inner wrist. He looks down at me with a dark satisfactory gaze, watching my chest heave as I struggle for air."Look at you," he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear. "The powerful Victoria, reduced