All Chapters of Dark Cravings: Wild & Forbidden : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Mia Grey’s palm cracks across my skin and the heat blooms so fast I jerk hard against the rope. “Ah—!” Oh my god—what the fuck was that? I’ve never been spanked before but then again I’ve never to a BDSM club before, this feels surreal. My wrists strain in the cuffs, my ankles pull against the rope. But there is nowhere to go. His hand is already rubbing the mark in firm circles that turn the sharp sting into a deeper, heavier ache that settles low in my belly. I can feel my pulse between my legs, ridiculously. Why does that feel good? It shouldn’t feel this good. Red’s hand lands next, lower, closer to the softest part of my ass, his strike is meaner. “Nngh—fuck—” “Listen to that filthy little noise,” Red mutters. “Already sounding like a desperate slut and we’ve barely started.” My eyes widen at the insult, it’s an insult right? Desperate slut. But my body shakes instead at the filth coming from his mouth. “I’m not a sl-“ I barely let the words out when anoth

TRIGGER WARNING: this is a priest x vampire story, it involves improper use of holy water, crucifix and communion so please if you can't handle this I will advice you skip the entire parts of this story. TyroneI had attended enough funerals to know that people loved pretending death was the end of something. It never was.Sometimes it was the beginning of grief, sometimes revenge, sometimes relief, and occasionally, if the person was unlucky enough, the beginning of an eternity they hadn't asked for. I knew that better than most, considering I'd been dead for nearly two centuries, yet somehow I found myself sitting in a crowded cathedral watching a twenty-six-year-old man prepare to devote his entire life to a God who had apparently decided he wasn't busy enough.Alessio looked nervous as shit.I could tell despite the way he kept his face composed because I knew him well enough to notice the little things. His fingers kept brushing against the edge of his sleeve, his shoulders were

TyroneI don't know how long I was unconscious, but when I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the cold.It had settled into my bones, the kind of cold that didn't come from the absence of warmth but seemed to exist inside the air itself. I tried to move and immediately felt something biting into my wrists, forcing my arms above my head. My ankles were restrained too, and when I shifted against whatever was holding me, the metal scraped against my skin.I looked around, trying to make sense of where I was.There was nothing, just void. No walls that I could properly see, no ceiling, no door, and no source of light, yet somehow I could see enough to know that I was alone. The floor beneath me was rough and cold, and the air smelled faintly of iron.I pulled against the restraints again.Nothing happened."Interesting." My voice sounded strangely distant in the darkness, as though the room itself had swallowed half of it.I tried harder, putting enough strength into the movemen

AlessioHe had every reason to hate me. No matter how much guilt I carried, it wouldn’t change anything. I had killed my best friend, and that was all he could see when he looked at me.He broke the silence again. The light in the room fell across his face, and I gulped.Was Tyrone always this beautiful?I couldn’t remember when the guilt had started feeling heavier than the memory of his face. Maybe because I had spent so long trying not to remember him that seeing him now felt almost cruel.“I’m surprised you haven’t asked how you got here.” His fingers slowly traced my jawline, sending a shiver through my body. “Or do you remember?”I stared up at him.The ropes creaked when I shifted against them. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. I closed it again, my mind desperately trying to piece together the fragments.“The booth,” I finally whispered.Tyrone’s thumb paused at the corner of my lips.---The confession booth smelled of polished wood and old incense. Evening Mass had ende

Alessio “Need what?” He asked tauntingly, a hint of mischievous intent behind his words but instead of fear all I felt was pure need and hunger. I wanted him, I wanted him to fill up all my holes but I couldn't say it. This was more immoral than any lie I have ever said, I was in a church with a demon and I wanted him to fuck me senseless. What type of priest am I? Tyrone waited ten full seconds before taking me back into his mouth, he sucked harder this time like a starving beast. His tongue worked the underside of my cock while his hand stroked the rest of my cock. The filthy sounds filled the empty church but my hands stayed clenched on my thighs only because he had told me to. Every muscle in my stomach pulled tight. I was so close that my thighs started to shake uncontrollably. He pulled off right before I tipped over, I actually sobbed. Tyrone wiped his mouth again and sat back, looking at me like I was something he had broken open on purpose. “You’re close,” he sa