Bound By Lies, Trapped By Desire Novelas e Histórias

The danger of playing both lover and liar. But in Damian’s arms, in this dizzying high of pleasure, the lines blurred too easily. Power. Desire. Control. Love. Betrayal. His hand slid between them, stroking her until she cried out again, clenching around him. “I feel every lie on your tongue,” Damian murmured into her ear, right before she shattered. “And I’ll make you confess… every last one.” She trembled in his grip, undone and breathless — but his words echoed louder than the orgasmic haze.

Amusement? Raven clenched her teeth and tried to shove him off, but Luca barely budged. His golden eyes burned in the dim torchlight as they locked onto hers. “You were never going to let me go,” she spat, breathless. His lips quirked. “No. But I wanted to see if you’d try.” Before she could react, something cold snapped around her wrists— silver shackles. A violent shock tore through her, searing against her skin. A choked cry left her lips as she slumped forward, her strength instantly drained. Silver. The one thing that burned her kind like fire.

Refusing to reciprocate his smile, I looked away and attempted to pass by him, but he grabbed my hand and whispered seductively into my ear, "I want you." Panic surged within me. This couldn't be happening. I had plans, and a determination to escape this torment. Desperate to find an excuse, anything to make him leave me alone for just one night, I uttered, "I'm so tired, babe. I can't give you what you want. I need to rest." He didn't listen. Instead, he tightened his grip on my hand, his gaze piercing into mine. "You will give me what I want whenever I want it!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with possessiveness.

Her moans and whimpers wrapped around me, each one a curse, each one a prayer. She hesitated. Her eyes said no, but her body betrayed her, trembling under my touch. I didn’t ask again, I claimed her like she was already mine. It wasn’t about force. It was about madness. Need. A hunger that neither of us could deny. I took her, deep, rough, relentless. She screamed my name into the night, her voice echoing off the trees like a hymn to madness. Her body trembled beneath me, covered in dirt and dried leaves, nothing between us but raw need and moonlight.

Like I meant something. And that was the most dangerous of all. I couldn't fight him and want him at the same time. I couldn't help but touch him and despise what he'd done. Couldn't be his prisoner and his desire. But I was. All of it. Trapped by circumstance and now, trapped by want. And I had no worse idea.

Bound by promises, by loyalty, and by a twisted love that left me feeling hollow. As the elevator doors closed, a quiet, gnawing ache settled in my chest. Even if I still wanted to run, even if a part of me screamed to leave it all behind, I couldn’t. I belonged to him, body and soul, bound to a man who would never truly be mine. And though I knew it was my own heart keeping me captive, the pain of that realization was sharper than any cage he could have built around me.

“Give me a reason to allow it?” His touch was softer. I could feel his body heat radiating towards me. “I don’t owe you anything, Damon,” it came out more like a whisper. His hand snaked around my waist, pulling my lower body against his. My hand landed on his chest to keep the distance. His body was warm, firm under my touch. “How far are you willing to go for your freedom, Vivienne?” his eyes bore into mine. Clever man. He was trapping me with his words. His conditions.

This dangerous connection between us terrified me. “What do you want from me?” I finally asked, my voice barely a whisper. Dante stepped closer again, and I could see the raw intensity in his gaze. “I want you to trust me. You don’t have to love me, but you have to understand that you belong to me now.” The weight of his words crushed me. “You make it sound like a threat.” “It’s a promise.” His voice was fierce, almost desperate, and it sent shivers down my spine.

"She doesn't deserve this." I leaned back in my chair, studying him. "And yet, here we are." He looked down at his hands, his shoulders slumping. "I did what you asked. I gave you my daughter. Isn't that enough?" "No," I said, my voice, cold. "It's not." He looked up at me, his eyes wide with fear. "What more do you want from me?" I stood and walked around the desk, stopping in front of him. "I want the truth," I said, my voice, low and dangerous. "About what happened ten years ago."

My thighs trembled against their bonds, and the ropes bit into my flesh, yet, despite that pain, I couldn't stop the little whimpers with each inward stroke. “You like this,” he stated. “Your body is begging for it. Tell me you like it.” I shook my head, tears spilling hot onto the bed. I couldn't say that. I wouldn't even if he forced me. He increased the pace of the toy, just slightly, and the fullness became more urgent. His fingers pressed harder, and the coil in my belly tightened to a screaming point. “Tell me,” he commanded, his voice rough now. “Or I stop everything and leave you right here, bound, empty and aching.”