All Chapters of Wildest Desires: A Dark Erotic Short Story Collection : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I feel Julian’s hand land on my waist. His palm is huge, his fingers splaying over my hip, pulling me back just an inch so I’m tucked against his hard chest. I can feel the bulge in his jeans pressing into the small of my back.“We want a trade,” Julian murmurs into my ear, his breath hot and smelling of mint. “We have the key. We have the codes. We can have you out of here in five minutes.”“And the price?” I ask, my breath hitching as Jackson’s other hand moves to my neck, his thumb pressing against my pulsing carotid artery.Jackson grins, a slow, wicked curve of his lips. “The price is the night, Leah. We want to see what’s under those quiet clothes. we want to know if you taste as sweet as you look. We want you to stop pretending you don't want this.”I should be running. I should be screaming and kicking. But my legs feel like they’ve turned to concrete. It’s not just fear. It’s the fact that for the first time in my life, someone isn't just looking past me. They’re looking at m

Jackson follows me over the edge a second later. He lets out a guttural roar, his body stiffening as he pumps his seed deep into me. I can feel the hot, thick jets hitting my cervix, filling me until I feel like I’m overflowing.He stays buried in me for a long minute, both of us panting, the silence of the hallway returning like a heavy blanket.But the night isn't over. There’s still Julian to think about.Julian steps forward, his hand sliding between our sweating bodies. He catches a drip of white fluid as it escapes my pussy and brings his finger to his mouth, licking it clean.Fuck.My face burns.“My turn,” Julian says, his eyes locking onto mine.Jackson slowly pulls out of me, the sound of the wetness making my toes curl. I slide down the locker, my legs finally giving out, but Julian catches me before I hit the floor.He spins me around, forcing me onto my hands and knees.“Jackson had his fill of your pussy,” Julian whispers, his hands moving to the small of my back. “But I

Excitement pools in my belly. I clear my throat and whisper. "Maybe I don't want to walk away," I challenge, my heart hammering so hard I can barely breathe. "Maybe I want you to do something about it. I dare you, Zane. I dare you to stop pretending."For a second, the world stops. Just our eyes mirroring into each other.Then, Zane snaps.He doesn't say a word. He just lunges forward. One hand stays on my wrist, the other dives into my hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he yanks my head back. I let out a soft cry, half shock, half purely thrill.He slams me back against the refrigerator, the cold metal a seeping into my flesh behind, while his body burns my body in the front. He doesn't kiss me. Not yet. He just looms over me, his chest heaving."You want me to stop pretending?" he rasps, his face buried in the crook of my neck. He inhales sharply, his teeth grazing my skin. "Fine. Let's stop pretending."He reaches down, his hand hooking into the low-cut back of the dress.

I woke up to the sunlight streaming through my bedroom window like an accusation, bright, sharp, and far too loud for the heavy, thrumming ache between my thighs. I move to sit up, and a sharp hiss escapes my teeth. My muscles are stiff, my lower back feeling like it’s been worked over by a sledgehammer, and the scraping of the silk sheets against my sensitive skin is almost too much to bear.I pull the duvet back, my eyes tracking the faint, purplish blooms of fingerprints on my hips. Zane’s marks. They look like brands in the morning light, a map of everywhere his hands possessed me on that cold kitchen granite.I’m a mess. I’m sore, I’m marked, and I’ve never felt more alive.I spend twenty minutes in the shower, the hot water stinging the angry pink skin of my backside where his palm landed. I lean my forehead against the tiles, letting the steam fill my lungs, trying to process the shift. The house is silent again, it’s charged, electric stillness, like the air right before a sec

The black sheep. The twin who vanished three years ago after a scandal that nearly broke the family. The one Luke never talks about unless he’s had too much bourbon.I try to pull my hand away, a gasp of pure terror catching in my throat, but he’s faster. Before I can even scramble back, his heavy, scarred hand dives into my wet hair. He fist it, his knuckles grinding against my scalp as he forces my head forward, keeping me pinned right where I am."Emily," he rasps.His voice is a nightmare version of Luke’s, deeper, gravelly, and stripped of any kindness. It sounds like stones grinding together."You've been so busy telling me all the nasty things you want," he whispers, leaning down until his lips are brushing against my ear. "You've got me in your hand, sweetheart. You've been stroking me, telling me how much you want a man who doesn't play nice."He thrusts his hips forward slightly, the heavy curve of him sliding against my palm, making me jump."You really going to let go now?