All Chapters of Dirty Desires: Erotica Collection : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

It was like the spell broke. He frowned down at me. I sat up. “What's wrong?”“This is the first and last time.” Rex said. “This sort of thing shouldn’t happen again.”“What?” I blinked up at him in confusion. What was he saying?“I lost control and I'm sorry.” He shook his head and he looked at me regretfully. I had seen that look before elsewhere and I detested it. SLAP.He held his face and his eyes widened. He looked at me like I had turned into a porcupine.“What was that for?” He said in a hurt voice.I pushed him off me even though he barely budged. “Out.” I screamed like a lunatic. He exhaled deeply. “Candy, please.”“I said OUT. Don't make me repeat myself.” I felt so angry at that moment. I didn't even give a shit that I was still fully naked.To my surprise, he reached towards me. “No, no.” I said as I tried to push him away but I was way weaker than him. He wrapped his arms around me and I inhaled his masculine scent. “I'm sorry.” He whispered into my hair.“You spineles

The shift was finally over. I wiped down the sticky bar counter and stretched my aching back. I’d been standing for eight hours. The restaurant was completely empty except for one guy sitting at the corner of the bar. He had been there for the last hour, ordering drinks and watching me work. He was cute, with messy brown hair and a nice smile.He leaned forward, and rested his elbows on the counter. “You look exhausted, Lola. Let me buy you a drink before you leave.”I smiled at him. “ My boss doesn't like us drinking on shift.”“Then just talk to me for five minutes.” He said.Jeremy was funny and flirty, and as I continued chatting with him he quickly made me forget about my sore feet. When I stood up to grab my purse from under the counter, and he leaned in and kissed my cheek.I blushed instantly, looking down at the floor. “What was that for?”“Just because you're pretty.” He said.One moment we were staring at each other, the next moment he went as flying across the room. I scre

"So." He said in a deep voice. "You are Lola.""Yes." I said. My voice came out smaller than I wanted. He stood up and I realized how tall he was and how much space he took up. He walked toward me slowly, and stopped a foot away. He was close enough that I could smell his sharp cologne.“Why am I here?” I asked in a trembling voice as I tried to hold back my tears. He looked down at me, his face cold. “Your father is at home, Lola. Alive. Which is a luxury he only has because of you.”“What do you mean?” I whispered, my knees shaking. I knew Dad sold me but I wanted to know who exactly these people are.“He owes the Bratva two million dollars.” He said. “He did not have the money. So, he gave us you instead. Now his debt is cleared.”My stomach dropped. I had a feeling that whatever would happen to me next wasn't going to be good. I had to be strong."You know what you are now?" He asked.I didn't say anything as I continued to stare at him."I asked you a question." He said.I fisted

I turned my head around to see it was Ivan. He had been standing in the corner all this while, and now he held my face in his large hands. His dark, souless looking eyes were right in front of mine. He didn't say a word as he just leaned down and slowly licked my tears off my skin. His tongue was hot on my skin. Then he shoved me down, and my face hit the mattress."Turn her over." Ivan said. Viktor and Dimitri didn't hesitate as they flipped me onto my back, putting my bound wrists above my head again and pinning my legs wide open. I was shaking, crying, and completely soaked between my thighs. Ivan climbed onto the bed and settled between my knees. He didn't enter me right away. He just pressed the wet head of his cock against my opening, and let me feel the massive size of it. He watched me and I couldn't help but stare back at him. "Please." I whispered. I didn't even know what I was begging for anymore. He didn't answer. He pushed inside me smoothly. I could feel this man everyw

The office of the marriage counselor, Dr. Evans, was quiet and smelled faintly of lavender. Melanie sat on the far end of the leather sofa, and stared down at her shoes. She was fiddling with her fingers. She always did that when she was very nervous.She looked completely detached, like her mind was a million miles away. I sat on the opposite end of the couch. We both sat in silence. Dr. Evans looked at us over her glasses. She was tall and had a kind face. She looked like we could tell her anything and she wouldn't judge us. “So, Mr and Mrs Jones. Why don't we start with what brings you both here today?”Melanie didn’t say anything. She didn't even look up. Dr. Evans waited patiently for a moment, then looked at me. “Kevin? Why don't you start us off then. Tell me what you're hoping to get out of these sessions.”I cleared my throat, trying to break the ice. “I want to save our marriage. I love Melanie, and honestly, I thought everything was going perfectly smoothly. We don't fight.