Dallas Roberts Insatiable Novels & Stories

I knew he was a cold blooded murdered but I assumed that he had some type of weakness. “No Dillion and Katy are.” Robert declared as he set the bowl down in front of them. Both of them looked at the bowl and up at him in confusion. “Dillion already did his dare and it’s not my turn.” Katy said. She looked at me like I could do something. I couldn’t even get him to stay away, I doubt I would be any help here. “After the problems you’ve caused you’ll eat it all or both of you can leave and never look back.” Robert deadpanned. Dillions head snapped at me like I would save him.

It sounds good but can’t be easy to accomplish because there are several competitors in the business world. Who is Drake Robert? The real Drake Robert outside Limos Company. Drake Robert is known to be a play boy but he doesn’t see himself as one though. He is a huge fan of flings and one night stands. He doesn’t have time for a relationship or commitment of any kind. He is too busy to get involved with a woman if it is not for a night. You might call Drake Robert a work oriented person who is not ready to be a family man. He is not ready to own a family. He is perfectly fine with just paying girls to warm his bed anytime he is horny.

"I want her destroyed." Robertson chuckled, turning the drink the waitress had just placed in front of him. "Ambitious. And what do I get out of this?" I met his gaze. "A chance to finally take Kane Brown down." He was silent for a moment, then he leaned forward slightly, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Now that," he murmured, "is something I might be interested in.”

“Seriously? Is that your best comeback? You forget you may not be fucking me but your fingers buried themselves deep inside me a while back.” “And yet, you'd still want me buried inside of you, wouldn't you, Rosie?” I gritted my teeth. “Answer me, Rosie.” “Yes!” I screamed, just as the tears rolled down my face. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Is that what you want to hear, Henry. How much of a sucker I am for you?” I wheezed hard, struggling to breath. “Does knowing that tickle for depraved fantasy somehow?” His grip on my hair tightened for a fraction…

And it didn't help that I was intensely attracted to her, which was crazy because I usually preferred women with curves and big tits. Based on the way people had rushed to move out of her way when she headed toward the bar, she was definitely not someone to be trifled with. But I couldn't help it; I was intrigued by those dark eyes of hers that invited you in, eyes that seemed like they could suck your soul right out of you. I wanted to see her again. How would it feel to put my soul and heart in her hands? Would she crush it? Take care of it? I so badly wanted to find out.

He didn't think I'd come in here, or maybe he was in too much of a hurry to get to the Russians that he'd forgotten to lock up. Whatever the reason was, it seemed to work for me. I slipped inside, just to be slammed with an immeasurable amount of cold. The curtains were down, and maybe if I was here for a completely different reason, I would have allowed a little bit of sunlight in here. His signature scent of cedarwood and a mix of something darler clung to the room, but I pushed it aside. My eyes scanned the room, and in one moment I found it. A lone file sat on his table. It was thick, cream colored and marked with only a single word; D’ANGELO

Immortal Cravings Part 2- Passions Rolling to the side, I shut off the alarm which was blaring in the early evening and lay back against the soft pillows of the hotel bed. Seven-pm and I was only just waking up—one of the perks-or downsides of working for creatures which only came out at night. For the last two years, I’ve been the sole human bounty hunter, of one Absinthe Raynes—Vampire Lord of Miami. Hunting the rogues which prayed on humans for one million dollars a year; yeah, couldn’t complain. It was the excess baggage which came with it, which was going to send me insane.

Marco instructs Vinny as they make their way to the limousine, leaving behind a scene of pain and menace in the secluded barn. ELENA Home, the place where I seek solace and a sanctuary from my life’s chaos. The comforting routine is disrupted when a text notification chimes on my phone. At this late hour. “definitely Sarah sending some random meme or another”. I mumble. After finishing up with my bed, I check the message, only to be met with a gasp escaping my lips. It's not Sarah. An unknown contact, yet the content is unmistakable – a picture of a battered Daren accompanied by a chilling message:

I gave him Blow jobs so many times but his skills were beyond my imagination. "Don't you get tired??" "Oh, I can't get tired Ever." "Don't you have any shame, Mr CEO, trying on your Secretary??" "My craving for my secretary is never-ending. And My late-night cravings are always you."

******************** ~LATER IN THE DAY~ Damian scrolled through the file he was holding but he just couldn't concentrate on it. He still couldn't get his mind off the goddess living with him. This is the first time that he was feeling this way, thinking about a woman sexually. Ever since that incident, he just couldn't bare the sight of women but Selina made him feel different. When he sleeps on the same bed with her, he doesn't even have those nightmares he had before. What is she doing to him? How could she make him feel this way just by looking at him with those innocent eyes of hers?