Bound By Lies, Trapped By Desire Novels & Stories

I felt their longing, their need for freedom, but there was no escape. We were all bound by the same dark desires, trapped in a cycle that seemed unbreakable. 13 NINA His defiance was amusing, but I could sense the cracks in his resolve. Each question he posed only brought him closer to acceptance. I savored the taste of his confusion, the way he struggled against the truth that surrounded him. “You will learn to love me,” I whispered, drawing closer, my fingers brushing against his skin. “You will crave me, just as the others do. We are bound together in this dance of darkness, and there is no escape from it.”

I answered, clenching around him. He filled me again and held me close afterward, fingers tracing the hidden cross on my skin. But sometimes, when the house is quiet and I’m lying there full of him, I catch him staring at the door with that same dark hunger in his eyes. Like the secret life isn’t enough anymore. Like he’s already thinking about new ways to push us further. Riskier places. Deeper corruption. And the scariest part? I hope he does. I’m never going to be free of this.

The words struck deep, cold, and final. She looked up at him, seeing not just the man who owned her body, but the man who had entwined himself so tightly into her life that escape no longer seemed possible. He was right. Every secret had built another chain, and now she was bound in ways she couldn’t undo. And yet, as his mouth claimed hers with bruising force, Sierra realized something even darker: It wasn’t just the chains holding her there. It was a desire. Desire that had become its own prison, its own punishment.

I swallowed, trying to steady my trembling, trying to convince myself that this was nothing. “It’s fine,” I muttered, but it was a lie. Every nerve in my body was screaming. “Just, just drive.” He exhaled sharply, a mixture of frustration and desire in the sound. “You are shaking,” he murmured. “Is it me?” I froze, heart stopping. “No,” I whispered, though my racing pulse and burning cheeks said otherwise. “Yubi” His voice softened, almost pained. “Why do you look like you want me to touch you, even when you say you don’t?”

“You’re not.” The connection pulsed like a living heartbeat. Her thoughts tangled—fear, longing, confusion—until one slipped through before she could stop it: Please don’t let me vanish. He inhaled sharply. “I won’t.” She met his gaze. “Promise?” “I swear it.” And for the briefest second, the cursed bond didn’t feel like a prison at all. It felt like hope—fragile, forbidden, but real. Then the mirror in the hallway shattered on its own.

I restrained myself with difficulty, hoping never to let out any curse, but it was difficult. "Severin..." I pleaded. I needed something more. Bigger. Firmer. Stronger. Longer. But I knew not to show that side of me before Severin. He was a gentleman. Someone who believed me to be classic and reserved. He wouldn't like a wild woman. I bit my lower lip so hard I seemed to taste blood, but the hunger only intensified. "Hubby..." My tone came out pleadingly, but I wasn't able to complete my words as something thick and long invaded my pussy, and my eyes went wild!

he cried, desperation lacing his words. "Will you shut up?" she yelled, delivering a stinging slap across his face. "She is not your type; you’re being manipulated by her." "No!" he shouted back, breaking free from her grasp. "I’m not manipulated! I love her deeply. I can’t love anyone else but her; she is my life!"

He stopped, "I don't want to keep on deceiving you, Fiona. I don't want you to be an object of my misery." "Alexander, I want to be your object. I want you to touch me, feel me, burn for me." I placed my hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. "You would regret this," he looked down on me, "I can never love, Fiona." I gasped for air as I took my hands down to his belly button, "You would love me, Alexander." "You don't understand." "Shush! Don't think about anything but me." I closed his mouth with mine, giving him a sensational kiss, one that felt true but false. I knew there was no turning back now. I had gotten tied to the devil's tail.

“I love you, even though you might think my feelings are a lie or merely lust. But I’m not like that. If it were mere lust, I could have done it with anyone. But you know… I can only do this with you, not with any other woman.” He bowed his head, his grip on Thea’s hand tightening. “And I know the hardest part of loving you is making you trust me. So…” Sebastian drew a long breath, exhaled roughly, “…I will set you free, Thea. I know that’s your greatest wish right now.” Sebastian’s eyes fell to their clasped hands; his chest tightened. He said the word “release,” but deep inside he did not want Thea to leave his life. “I have made many mistakes in the past. I have made you hate me, and if I

Demon cursed and bang his hand on his table. Without his will, Demon's hand went towards his lips. Demon touched his lips and felt the soft skin. "What the bitch already done to me? Truly, she has her bitchy way to trap others. But you can not trap me. I will not fall for your bullshit innocent face because I know this is all fake. No girl can love a person more than her bullshit ambition and money" Demon whispered and closed his eyes when his painful past came in front of him. He started thinking about the day when his life went upside down.