All Chapters of Dark Cravings: Wild & Forbidden : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Alessio He finally pulled his fingers out, letting the oil drip down my thighs and I had never felt emptier in my life. I heard him move around the room, the anticipation struck me hard and I could feel my cock leaking to the floor. When I glanced over my shoulder he was holding a silver crucifix. It didn’t look like a cross per-se but I had seen it somewhere, I just couldn’t place it right now. He poured more oil over the metal, coating the long vertical bar until it glistened in the light. “Look at me,” he said. My heart pounded loudly in my chest, I couldn’t bring myself to look him dead in the eyes. This wasn’t my Tyrone, it was a lust filled demon ready to take every inch of morality out of me. “I’ll give you two options because I’m kind,” his voice trailed, as he dragged the cross across my neck down to my abs. “You either shove this into your puckering hole or I do it for you.” I blinked up at him, he was joking right? There was no way I could do that. “N


Delaney I stared at my reflection and understood exactly why the girls hated me. Same thick-framed glasses. Same soft, round face that still looked like it belonged in high school. I’d begged Mum for contacts a hundred times, but she’d rather lose her shit than let anything near my eyes. So here I was—looking like the boring little nerd they all wrote off. Joke’s on them. I’d read enough smut to last three lifetimes. I cursed like a sailor. And I was a fucking horny freak who got wet from the sound of a deep voice saying filthy things through a phone speaker. That was why I was here. I shoved into the farthest stall, locked it, and propped my phone against the wall at the perfect angle—outfit on full display, face carefully out of frame. My fingers worked the buttons of my shirt open one by one, slow and deliberate, until the black lace of my bralette spilled into view. My nipples were already tight. Just the thought of him watching made my thighs press together. We’d b

DelaneyThe door clicked shut behind me, and the quiet of the private office settled over us like a held breath.Doctor Logan gestured toward the exam table.“Please take a seat.”I climbed up, the short black skirt riding higher on my thighs. The lace underneath shifted with every small movement, making me painfully aware of what I was wearing. My cheek still stung from Cherry’s slap, and I could feel the heat of the mark spreading across my skin.He pulled on a pair of gloves, the snap of the latex sounding ridiculously loud in the quiet room.“What brings you in today?”I touched the side of my face but didn’t say anything.Doctor Logan eyed me for a moment before turning his attention back to his clipboard.“Uhm…”I stammered, suddenly finding it way easier to say I could pull this off than actually sitting here in his office. Now that I was here, I wasn’t so sure anymore.He leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs before dropping the clipboard onto his desk.“I don’t bite, M

Delaney My hands fisted in the front of his coat. I could taste the faint mint of whatever he’d had earlier, with something darker underneath. Every filthy thing he’d ever typed to me was suddenly real and solid, pressing me into the edge of the exam table, and I couldn’t get enough.When he finally pulled back, we were both breathing hard. His forehead rested against mine for a second, and his hand was still high on my thigh, his fingers sliding beneath the hem of my skirt like he couldn’t help himself.I was the one who broke the silence.“I’m sorry,” I whispered. My voice sounded wrecked. “I didn’t… I wasn’t trying to…”“Don’t.”He kissed me again, slower this time, like he was trying to calm me down and ruin me at the same time. When he spoke, his lips brushed mine with every word.“Don’t apologize for wanting me, when all I’ve been thinking about since you sent me a picture of your lips and tits was to fucking taste every ounce of you.”My face burned hotter.I swallowed and for

Delaney If I thought the gloves made everything more sensitive, his fingers in me was worse. “Fuck.” I gasped, my back arching off the table as he stretched me open. Logan was driving me bonkers, he worked them in and out of me at a steady pace, watching my face the entire time like he was still just examining a patient. “Do you feel any better?” he asked, voice calm. “I… fuck,” I breathed, the word slipping out before I could stop it. My thighs were already trembling. “It feels… so good.” “good good or you're just trying to get out of this?” “Good good,” I admitted, voice shaky. “Really good.” He curled his fingers and pressed against the roof on my pussy that it made my whole body jolt. A small, needy sound escaped my throat before I could swallow it down. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he murmured. He took that as encouragment to keep going, the the heel of his palm brushing against me with every movement. It took everything in me not to play with my nipples as Logan fin