Corruption Kink Novels & Stories

I need to get out of here, not again. "I thought you wanted to die in there. Are you done? Or do you want me to come wash your back?" He asked licking his lips. Is he fantasizing about this already? Goodness! He's sicker than I thought. He is a completely gross human being. I looked down at his bulge and gulped, he's already hard? Is he some sort of sex machine? Do the Mafia guys see nothing but sex in women? I guess they are all the same.

Still, corporate lore suggested that once someone tasted easy, illicit money, it became an addiction. Neither of them wanted to stain their reputations so early in the game. That was why they desperately needed a leader as incorruptible and fearless as Stefan. Stefan wasn’t a loud, overbearing boss; he carried the quiet, lethal precision of a sigma male—a lone wolf. Solitary, fiercely courageous, and entirely unfazed by intimidation. David dropped his voice, adding a pointed remark, “Did you catch that massive BTS 4G corruption case involving one trillion rupiah?” “The exact ministry tied to that scandal is scheduled to partner with us. On top of that, dozens of other institutions connected

He smirked, “What? Trying to be rebellious, poison ivy?” “Stop calling me that.” His hands trailed down the sides of my skirt. “But you are poison, you have burrowed deep into my mind and my soul. You are mine until you ruin me totally. And even then I’d beg for one more touch.” My breath hitched. This was always the thing with him. I could hate him with my whole being one minute, then the next I’m on my knees in front of him. He always knew what to say to keep me in this illicit affair.

By the end of the day, I was the one initiating. I slipped into her office after everyone else had left, locked the door, and dropped to my knees without being told. I ate her pussy slowly and worshipfully while she reviewed reports, then begged her to fuck my face with the strap-on until tears ran down my cheeks and drool coated my chin. When she finally let me come again — riding her strap-on on the couch in her office, collar jingling with every bounce — I whispered against her neck: “I don’t want this to end after one month. I want you to keep corrupting me. Keep ruining me.”

He puts his elbows on the table, leaning on it to, according to me, look sexier because his tensed arms are fresh meat for my perverted side. Do not get distracted… “Why was it invented?” “Corruption, a large network of corruption has been discovered not only in the political sphere but also in the police sphere. As you know, it is not good to leave justice in treacherous hands, the state police are allied with politicians, hiding crimes from each other.” “Why young?” “Because we are the future of the country.” He smiles at me. I agree, everything has legal and logical bases. I can't contradict.

No matter how angry I am with him now, I can never deny this attraction and desire I feel at just the very sight of him. How I wish he hadn't chosen this field, this deadly occupation. He is still a few steps away from me, yet I feel cornered. "I don't want this. You have no right to me!" His hands hold mine firmly over my head, soft lips grazing my cheek, making me breathless, and it leaves me bothered. He is dangerous. Corrupted. I don't feel safe around him, but I weirdly feel at home. Lord, what's wrong with me?

“You’ve got to be kidding. I refuse to believe I could feel that way about my own twin brother. It’s wrong on every level.” Kendall gave me a knowing grin. “Deny it as much as you want, but we both know I’m right.” “Fine,” I sighed, defeated. “Maybe I do have some feelings for him. But it doesn’t matter. Nothing can ever happen between us. He’s my twin brother. That’s incest.” “You’re right about that,” she agreed, following me as I started walking out. “But hiding it won’t be easy. Living with the guy you have sexual feelings for? That’s going to be torture.”

"You are absolutely disgusting." "No. Just horny," he corrected cheerfully. "Bondage does things to me, and frankly, I have a massive kidnapping kink." "Oh dear god," I shrieked, backing away in horror. "Fine." Kevin stepped forward, his hands already gripping the hem of his shirt. He pulled it over his head and tossed it onto the floor. "If it’s an orgasm you want, I’ll give it to you." I whirled on him, my eyes wide. "What the hell, Kevin? Are you gay?!"

But for the life of him, he doesn’t know how to not do precisely this. As he considers that idea, Kent scolds himself, because – obviously – he knows how to not do this. He’s had sex with women in much simpler ways – normal sex, good sex, in a bed without ropes and chains. Not every woman he’s ever brought home has been locked up in this room, restrained for him. He doesn’t need the kink to have sex – sometimes it’s just an extra, a bonus that allows him to explore his obsession with control.

They collapsed onto the bed, a heap of spent, trembling muscle. I sat there on the floor, the heavy heat of the "special tea" finally fading, replaced by a cold, sharp clarity. I had wanted a slut kink. I had wanted to be ruined. I had wanted the forbidden. And I had gotten it. I had destroyed my relationship, fractured my family, and turned my stepbrothers into my addicts. I looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror—covered in the evidence of my "variety," my eyes dark and hollow.