All Chapters of Désiré Me 2: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

EVAI didn't sleep all night.I replayed every second of that evening, every word, every glance. The intensity of their eyes. The brush of their fingers on my bare skin. The indecency of their proposal.Three million!Three million euros for… that.I should be outraged, offended. Even disgusted. But this morning, I feel none of that. Just a confusing warmth. A slow vertigo that clings to my skin. A dull tension in the pit of my stomach.And this inexplicable desire to go back. Not for the money. For them.The driver meets me at the address they gave me. He opens the door of a black sedan, silent, impeccable. I get in, without a word. The leather smells of luxury and danger. The windows are tinted, the outside world fades away. Only my reflection remains, pale, tense, eyes averted. The ride is short. Too short. My heart pounds at my temples.The building is Haussmannian, immense, adorned with ancient sculptures and wrought-iron balconies. It looks like a theater set. A housekee

EVAThey make me get up. Each step towards them is a challenge, a shiver that runs down my spine. The room seems to breathe with me, each light, each reflection on the parquet floor amplifying my tension. My body is on alert, every fiber vibrating under their gaze.“We'll start slowly,” Sasha said. Only one rule: no restraint… towards yourself.Niko comes forward, and his perfume envelops me like an invisible caress. He touches my cheek with his fingertips, slowly, as if to gauge my reaction. My breath catches, my body tenses. My heart is beating too fast.“Close your eyes,” Sasha whispers behind me.I comply. His body presses lightly against mine, his hands brush my shoulders, moving down my arms with calculated slowness. A burning shiver runs through me and lodges in the pit of my stomach, irresistible, like an electric wave that sets me ablaze.“Focus on what you feel,” Niko whispers in my ear. Don't think, feel.My hands are shaking slightly. Fear and excitement mingle in an intox

EVAThe room seems to spin around me, a carousel of low lights and deep shadows dancing on the walls. Every sensation is amplified, increased tenfold. Their gazes are warm weights on my skin, invisible fingers that trace paths of fire and ice on my flesh. My body is a tense arc, vibrating with primal alert, long before my mind can form a coherent thought. Fear and excitement intertwine, a burning snake coiling in my stomach.“Stand up,” Sasha whispers, her voice a husky, commanding caress that brooks no hesitation.I stand up, my legs trembling, seeming to belong to someone else. Every movement reveals me to them, every jerky breath betrays the chaos that reigns within me. Niko steps forward, his woody and spicy scent enveloping me like a precious shroud. It no longer just touches my cheek; his fingers trace a slow, burning line from my temple to my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his. Then his hands move down to my bare shoulders, massaging with a firmness that makes my muscles give wa

EvaThe silence that follows is only apparent. It is heavy with the beating of our hearts, the rough breath we share, the echo of sensations that continue to course through my nerves like residual streaks of lightning. I lie back on the sofa, a being of bruised and exhilarated flesh, as the world slowly resumes its shape around me. But it is a transformed world, where every atom seems charged with a new erotic potentiality.Niko and Sasha do not speak. Their gazes meet above me, a silent exchange, heavy with a complicity that transcends me and, paradoxically, excites me. They have just pushed me to the edge of the abyss and caught me at the last moment. Now, they are surveying the conquered territory.Sasha is the first to move. He kneels beside the sofa, his face level with mine. His eyes, suddenly a lighter, keener blue, scrutinize my face.“Are you still there, Eva?” he murmurs, his voice strangely gentle after the violence of pleasure.I nod, unable to form words. My tongue is hea

EvaThe air I breathe is saturated with us, with sweat, sex, and power. I lie, utterly spent, on the sofa cushions, my body nothing more than a map of sensitive nerves, all converging on the epicenter of my vulnerability. The last wave of orgasm has just receded, leaving behind a strange calm, heavy with much greater promises.Sasha stands, and his movement to unbutton his trousers is unhurried. It’s a ritual. Every gesture is deliberate, calculated to maximize anticipation. My eyes, heavy and dark, are fixed on him, unable to look away. Fear and desire mix into an intoxicating cocktail in my veins.When the last button gives way, the fabric drops, and my breath catches.He is magnificent. Almost cruelly beautiful. His sex, freed from its confinement, stands proud and imposing. It is long, thick, veined, the head dark and glistening in the dim light. It is a weapon, a tool of domination, a promise of fullness and tearing. A wild, fleeting thought crosses my mind: How can a man's body