Bound By Lies, Trapped By Desire Novels & Stories

It was almost like being stuck in a dream you couldn't wake up from, and neither could I escape the desires that seemed consuming. Moving together, our bodies entwined in a slow, sensual dance, a sense of despair suddenly washed over me. I was trapped, caught in some sort of vicious circle of desire and shame, and I didn't know how to get out. All I could do was let go, allowing Garrett's skillful hands and soft kisses to wash over me like a wave. And with each passing moment, I felt myself being lost to the sensation of my body rising to Garrett's touch even as my mind recoiled in shame and humiliation.

“Oh God. Riley, we can’t. This is wrong.” Her lips tingled. Her body screamed for more. The ache between her legs had grown into a deep, pulsing need that made her shift uncomfortably in her seat. Guilt clawed at her, but so did desire. Dark, addictive, and already unraveling the careful threads of her marriage. Riley sat back with her lips curved in a satisfied, predatory smile. Her own breathing was ragged. Her eyes promised everything the weekend still held. “This is only the beginning, Alex,” she whispered. “And we both know you’re already wet for it.”

Fractionally shorter than the ones before it, fractionally closer to stopping without stopping. Then he was past me. Continuing down the corridor with the same unhurried certainty as always. I stayed against the wall. Listened to his footsteps until they turned the corner at the far end and disappeared. Then I stood there for a while longer. My right hand was warm again. I pressed it flat against the wall and felt the cold stone against my palm and thought about the word the elder had used. Binding. The ritual was called a binding. Something that held. Something you couldn’t undo by deciding you wanted to.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and dared him to destroy her. And when it was over—when her voice was raw and her skin marked—she lay on his chest with his heartbeat echoing in her ear like a drumroll before judgment. “You’ll lie to him again tomorrow,” Cain whispered. “Wear pearls and pretend you’re still his.” Grace nodded. “I’ve been pretending my whole life.” Cain didn’t speak after that. He didn’t need to. He already owned the truth she’d never say out loud.

“I want you in my arms. I want to be inside you. I want to spank you until you can’t sit still. And I want to see you in that little nurse uniform again.” I bit my lip hard. The memory of the costume, of tying him down and watching him come apart, sent a fresh wave of heat through me. He stroked himself faster. I matched him, hips lifting off the mattress as I chased the building pressure. My free hand gripped a pillow. The wet sounds of my fingers filled the quiet bedroom. “Tristan—” He didn’t answer with words. His breathing had turned rough, almost shaky, and the way he worked his cock looked almost desperate, like he was right on the edge of losing control. The sight pushed me higher.

She turned her gaze instead to her arm, to the wound that she was to carry for life the imprint of Orion's pocket knife. "I must have done something to deserve this," she whispered. Astrid slapped the bottle of antiseptic down on the table "No. Don't ever say that." She grasped Magnolia's chin, turning it until their eyes locked together. "You do not deserve this. You hear me?" Magnolia stared into her, her eyes wide with surprise at the tension in her voice. "I… I don't know." Astrid let her hand go; her fingers were trembling now. "That's all he's waiting for, he wants you to feel like you are worthless, so that way you will never leave."

Not with impatience. But with something quieter.something hes trying so hard not to let show.he stands there like hes bracing himself against something only he can feel.and thats when the truth lands soft slow and undeniable.Whatever line existed between duty and desire… whatever boundary we swore would keep things simple…whatever lie we told ourselves to make this easier… is slipping. Slowly. Steadily.

But damn if we didn’t fit. Later that night, after bottles were warmed and lullabies hummed in the dark, I found myself lying in bed between them. Luca’s fingers played gently with mine. Matteo’s snore was a low rumble against my chest. I smiled. Tomorrow, there would be another mission. Another deal. Another name that needed silencing. The underworld hadn’t released its grip on us — not fully. But tonight? Tonight, we were just… home. Just us. Bound not only by vows or duty, but something that ran deeper. Something that was more permanent. We were bound by blood. And lies.

I saw her fighting it, trying to stay composed, even as she leaned the slightest bit closer. "This doesn’t change anything," she said, her voice trembling. "Maybe not." I leaned in my lips a breath from hers. "Or maybe it changes everything." The kiss hit like lightning, sudden, violent, inevitable. She grabbed my shirt, pulling me closer even as her body trembled. I wrapped my arms around her, and everything we’d buried for three years crashed to the surface. The bond roared to life, fire, fury, heartbreak. I felt everything: her rage, her pain, the love she’d tried to kill. And beneath it all, something softer, something that refused to die.

his thigh pressed down on hers, trapping her on the bed. “What has come over you, Kaiden? Let me go, I’m begging you. We can’t do this! You’re my brother!” she whimpered, her resolve faltering, her breath coming in short gasps. He didn’t listen. His darkened eyes bored into her, unable to control the evil force that had taken over him. “Kaiden!” a loud cry escaped her lips, her body jerking up on the bed.