Dallas Roberts Insatiable Novels & Stories

Whenever you see me talk to someone else or spend time to someone else you erupt in flames but yet you would never treat me right! You fucking ignored me when I came to embrace you! Why are you so fucking insecure and unbearable to deal with!?" I ranted. "Oh really? Me insecure?" Lucas asked amused. "Yes fucking you! You are an insecure cunt and you are such a gas lighter. If you were not so insecure you would not be here frothing like a mad beast just because you saw me dancing with Ian Connor, a man truly worthy of my heart and not you" I spat those venomous and acrimonious words at him.

the Doctor introduced me and instructed me to take a sit. Feinah Hererra gave me a laptop where she wrote everything about herself from her birthday the things she did in the past,. her relationship with the Montgomerys and her hobbies. She's just like other children of the rich. She likes partying. A lot. She's got allergies to shrimp which is my favorite. She loves golf but thankfully she's not a pro.

“I waited months for the offering, and when it finally arrived... it was ugly. Skinny too.” “I don’t care if the offering is thin or hideous,” he murmured. “I’ve been craving human flesh and bone for far too long.” A low, gravelly voice spoke up from the shadows. Dax, the most ravenous among them. Ragnar let out a loud laugh, amused by the response. “You’re the greediest among us, Dax,” he said with a smirk. “Whenever you eat in your beast form, you devour everything... down to the last bone. You don’t even leave a drop of blood behind. You lick it right off the floor.”

"But why would he..." "Jealousy, maybe? I don't know," Robert says, his own eyes clouded with confusion and pain. "All I know is that he seemed determined." "Who is Daniel?" I can't help but ask, feeling a chill race down my spine. It feels like they are talking about someone I should know who it is. "Natasha’s ex, he was an asshole but they broke up like two years ago," Robert answers solemnly. "He's dangerous, Lexie. You need to be careful."

But Austin could not find peace this easily. He was disturbed, enraged, and probably wanted to strangle someone to death. And why just someone else when he had a clear reason for it? He dialled Robert’s number while he stormed out of the building. “I want that girl — what’s her name? Christian’s favourite whore, what the fuck is her name?” He seethed, clutching the mobile tight in his hold. “Hazel Poulose.” “Yes, Hazel. I want her dead, Robert. Find her and kill her right on the spot!”

He began circling Carter’s hole with the head of his cock, teasing, pressing just enough to make Carter’s breath stutter and shake but not enough to give him what he needed. “You know,” Dallas mused, his voice deceptively casual even as his pupils dilated with barely restrained hunger, “I wonder if it’s too soon to fuck a pregnant person. I would have asked the doctor, but someone decided to jump out of a second-story window before I could.” Carter’s eyes snapped to Dallas’s face, his cheeks flushing with humiliation and rage. “Don’t you dare make this any weirder than it has to be.” He grabbed Dallas’s shoulders, trying to pull him down, pull him in. “Just shut up and fuck me already.”

"Relax, Mr. President. I was just having a harmless conversation with her. She was sitting here all alone, looking all lonely, and I just decided to keep her company until you returned." ​"That is a complete lie!" I shouted, my voice shaking with anger as I stepped closer to Darius. "He was bothering me! He walked in here insulting me, telling me I wasn't your type, and offering to pay me higher than whatever you're supposedly offering for the night. He told me you were probably with another woman in another section of the hotel. And right before you stepped through that door, he was trying to force himself on me and kiss me by force!" ​Robert’s face paled. He held up his hands, stammering,

The heavy oak door groans on its iron hinges. Robert steps over the threshold. His shirt is torn at the shoulder, a fresh red scratch scoring the skin from his collarbone to his chest. He smells of damp earth and stale petrol from the car park down the lane. He does not look at us. He does not look at Darwin. He mumbles something into his chest, his jaw shifting as he grinds his back teeth together. I look at Darwin. A slow, ugly grin spreads across Darwin’s face, showing the sharp tips of his teeth. It is the smile of a predator that has already tasted blood and wants the whole carcass.

Seeing a grown man making kissing sounds should be repulsive, but I just want to suffocate him with a pillow. "Anyway, are you ready for the gala next week? We still have to go, and you'd better be prepared," Robert's smile fades. "Chris will be there, as well as Charles and Damien. We'll have to face them there. It won't be pretty. Are you still planning to come as my plus one, or do you want to go with Morris?” "Of course, I'll go with you," I blink at him. "I promised you." There's relief on his face, and I know Robert has his own insecurities to deal with. The scar on his face has made it difficult for him to find someone. Women get creeped out by it. It's natural, but it doesn't hurt hi

“You make it sound easy. If not, Achievable.” Dante’s mouth curved into something between a smirk and a promise. “It is easy,” he said, leaning back in his chair with an infuriating calm. “Nothing is sweeter than striking when your enemy is on their high horse, chest puffed, drunk on their own power and least expecting the fall. That’s when the ground feels hardest beneath them. Robert thinks his past is buried. He thinks Melissa is a forgotten memory. He’s celebrating his freedom, and that, my dear, is when we strike.” I studied him, my fingers tightening against the armrest. His certainty wasn’t the kind you could fake; it was the kind born of knowing exactly where the cracks were and how