Novel & Cerita Dark Desire Books

“Fuck! Fuck!” Mateo kicked the bed as soon as Beatrice left his room. He was ready and excited to feel her finally. Forcing a woman had always been easy for him. Though it was contracted. Anyone he had sex with experienced the same thing. He always liked it when they were scared and begging for him. But when he felt Beatrice's shaking body, he just couldn't continue to do it.

It was intoxicating, the rawness of it all, the way he controlled her, the way she surrendered to him completely. “Look at me,” he demanded, his voice low and rough. “I want to see your face when you fall apart — when you cum.” “Oh, God!” she cried out, her voice cracking with unrestrained pleasure. I closed my eyes, but it didn’t help. I could still hear everything, feel everything. My body was tense, my skin flushed. A deep, unfamiliar ache stirred within me, something I didn’t want to admit. Why is this affecting me like this? I thought, shame clashing with a yearning I couldn’t explain.

Rico has spent months resisting the urge to ruin his personal assistant. Sweet, untouched, and completely off-limits—until now. Seeing her in his club, bathed in red light, eyes wide as she takes in the depravity around her, is the final straw. She doesn’t have to speak; he can see it in her face, in the way her breath catches. She’s curious. Tempted. Desperate for someone to show her just how good sin can feel. And he’s done pretending it won’t be him.

The last thing I want is for Samantha to walk in on me sneaking through her stuff; she already has trust issues as it is. My eyes catch on a notebook; it looks like a diary. It has the inscription, Dark stories by twisted minds, do not open. I pick the book up, my curiosity instantly piqued. I rise from my squatting position to sit on the edge of the bed. I flip through the pages to see how many there are, and it's well gone, over 500 pages. I should drop the book out of the room the same way I worked out, but I can't.

The first results were articles with bold headlines: "Damien Cross: The Painter of Desire" "Eroticism in Strokes and Shadows" "The Man Who Turns Skin into Stories" She clicked one. A grainy photograph of a tall man in a black shirt appeared, his face half-turned away from the camera. Dark hair, sharp jawline, eyes that seemed to be staring at something far beyond the frame. He looked… untouchable. Like he belonged to another world. Then she saw his paintings. Her breath caught.

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"You are a monster. A manipulative monster." Damien let out a low chuckle that made my skin crawl. He walked back over to the edge of the bed, towering over me, and I could smell the expensive tobacco and the smell of our previous lovemaking on our bodies. "You want a confession, Sophia? Fine," he murmured, leaning down until his face was inches from mine. His grey eyes looked so terrifying now. "I have fantasized about you over ever since you started working for me. I have stared at your mouth during board meetings wondering how loud you would scream if I bit your lip. I bought this hotel suite knowing damn well there was only one bed."

She was on her knees in the study, those big doe eyes looking up at me as she took my cock deeper into her throat. I woke up leaking precum, sheets ruined. No other woman compares. I’ve fucked a few since she left—cold, empty encounters—but they all pale. I want her innocence corrupted by me. Want to teach her how to ride a man’s face until she floods my tongue. Want to fill her womb with load after load until she’s marked as mine forever. Her nipples tightened against the lace of her bra. Elena shifted in the chair, one hand unconsciously drifting to the hem of her sundress. The silk whispered against her thighs as she read on, the journal detailing fantasies that grew darker and more posse

The emptiness only made me crave him more. I should have felt disgusted, but I didn’t. Instead, I found myself craving his dominance. BDSM or not, I just wanted to forget Lee completely.I wanted something new, something beyond the missionary position and riding him the same old way.

In addition, it can increase an urge for sex. Elena even in her unconscious state, arched her back for me, her lips parted, and I watched the way her n*****s hardened and her p***y tightened around my fingers. I readjusted myself on the bed, placing my left hand by her head. I leaned all my weight on it while forcing a third finger into her tight cunt. My c**k twitched in anticipation to be inside her. Her breath cut, and I gently kissed the corner of her lips. “Beautiful.”