Bound By Lies, Trapped By Desire Novelas e Histórias

she paused, “I know that you won’t since he’s clearly in love with you.” My body froze. Love. Ferguson. Those two words don’t match, and it killed me knowing that I was lying to his mother who deserved better than his father. “Promise me that you will always be with him,” her voice was calm but shaking, I could feel the fear, but the thing is, I didn’t know if I even deserved to be close to him. “I promise...” My voice faint, the weight of the lie pressed down in my heart, relief washed over the poor woman’s heart, and I really wanted to slap myself for even daring to tell a lie so great and that might ruin everything.

The temptation I thought we’d overcome. The sound is a needle of ice in my heart, sharper than any fever chill. Is he dreaming of her? In his moment of ultimate mortal weakness, does his mind retreat to the fantasy of effortless power, of a love without sickness, without this grinding, pathetic vulnerability? I lie there, frozen, listening to his ragged breath. The intimacy of our shared misery curdles, poisoned by the ghost of that otherworldly siren song. The bond deepens, yes. But it deepens around a new, cold stone of truth. Even sick, even bonded at the cellular level, a part of him still dreams of a way out. A cleaner love. A love that doesn’t require him to lie in his own sweat and fe

Still nothing. A hollow, broken laugh slipped out, barely more than a breath. “You don’t know either, do you? You’re just as trapped in this lie as I am. Just as powerless to change anything.” The bond pulsed faintly again. Not sharp like before. Just… there. Constant. Unbreakable. Like a heartbeat I couldn’t silence. I hated it with every fiber of my being. “I wish you’d just disappear,” I murmured, my voice cracking into something raw and desperate. “Both of you. You and him. Just… leave me alone in this dark.”

“It’s perfect… I’ll never take it off.” “I’ll never leave you,” she whispered fiercely, nestling into his chest. “I’ll never want anyone else. You’ve ruined me for everyone forever.” He kissed her deeply, possessively, his arms tightening around her. “Good. Because I’ll keep corrupting you, claiming you, loving you like this… forever.” They fell asleep tangled together in the mirrored sanctuary, surrounded by infinite reflections of their forbidden bond. Clara was completely ruined. And she had never been happier. Forever his. THE END

I stated. He kept his gaze on me — one that heated through me from the inside. What the heck was wrong with me? "Do you want to?" "What?" "You speak about people wanting to kill me like you want to. So do you want to kill me, Soraya Karter?" Yes, I did. The music wafted through the pillars, reaching us, soft and almost haunting in a way. "And if I want to? Would you kill me before then?" I answered his question, my eyes now twinkling with a mischievousness so vile.

I couldn’t help but suspect that he was cheating but he brushed it off as me being dramatic. I slammed my phone screen down on the couch after silencing it and turned on my favorite playlist. SEX SOUND BY LIL-TJAY played, the music hummed against the speaker not too loud. By now the sweat on my neck had spread. dripping from my back down to my panties, discomfort swooping in, my body feeling sticky with sweat. Initially I planned to take another bath before going to bed but somewhere within that thought I began drifting between sleep and frustration, then I heard a door open.

"Still want to lie? There's a USB too. It's filled with videos of you partying overseas and laughing at me. I've watched them all. Want to take a trip down memory lane together?" Eula began backing away in terror. She stammered incoherently. "I don't know what that is. That's not me! Those are deepfakes. Someone's framing me!" Scott grabbed her by the hair. His eyes were bloodshot with fury. "Because of you, I killed my own unborn child! "Because of you, I hurt Natalie, who never left my side when I was down! "Witch, you deserve to rot in hell!" At his command, the bodyguards rushed in, tied her up just like they'd once done to me, and hoisted her in the middle of the living room.

Elena sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the floor. Her fists clenched in her lap, nails biting into her palms. She had thought she could escape. That she could slip away while Alexander slept, disappear into the city, and take control of her life again. But she had been wrong. The men at the gate—the debt collectors, the predators who saw her as payment—had shattered that illusion. She was trapped. Her breath came out shaky as she recalled the moment she had looked back at Alexander, her heart hammering with the sick realization that he had known all along.

Desire. Gods curse me, gods damn me—I feel it blooming like poison roses in my chest, curling through my veins, hotter and heavier with every heartbeat. That pull. That ache. That silent plea my soul keeps screaming no matter how many times I say never again. The bond. It’s alive now, burning like wildfire under my skin, and every flicker of its heat drags me closer to the edge of something I swore I’d never fall into again. I slam the door shut, lean against it, and press the heels of my hands into my eyes.

Still, she extended her wrists. He tied her carefully, gently, binding her but never hurting her. Then he led her to the chaise. Every move that followed was calculated, reverent, and primal. His fingers brushed her bare thighs. His lips pressed against the hollow of her throat. She gasped as his mouth trailed lower, his breath igniting everything inside her. Bound but never powerless, she moaned his name as his tongue claimed her, slow and ruthless. And through it all, he spoke. "The board thinks you’re leverage. Victoria thinks you're my weakness. But they don't know... You are the only person who has ever touched something inside me I thought was dead."