Dark Desire Books Novels & Stories

Dave's Pov I've never been so deprived before. Being a very bad person to please is one and being driven by my desires is another. She's got the most dangerous curves that I can't resist. I kissed her hungrily. I've never been so deprived this way, she teased me and did it to the brim. Her nipples poking out of her top like it was staring directly at me I couldn't take it any longer. She tasted raw and scented like a mixture of beautiful scents pulled together in one.

The heavy wooden doors of the library creaked open, announcing the arrival of the mysterious Tuesday visitor. Jessica's heart fluttered in her chest as she felt his intense gaze upon her from across the room. She pretended to focus on organizing the bookshelves, but her body was acutely aware of his presence, like a predator stalking its prey. Damon moved silently through the stacks, his tall frame casting long shadows in the dim light. He drank in the sight of Jessica's petite form, imagining running his hands over her curves. The way she bit her lower lip nervously, trying to act nonchalant, only fueled his desire.

“You say that, but your body tells me something different every time I’m near you. Heat flooded my face. Shame burned, but so did raw need. I wanted to deny it. I wanted to run. Instead, I stayed, trapped by the magnetic pull of his presence. “You’re too young to carry this kind of hunger,” he murmured, voice dropping into that seductive register that unraveled me. “But here you are, my beautiful stepdaughter, aching for the one man who should be off-limits. Tell me, baby girl… does it scare you how much you want Daddy’s hands on you?” The word Daddy hit like a spark on dry tinder. I shivered visibly. He noticed, of course.

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My chest tightened. “You’re just scared of what people would say.” I opened my mouth to deny it. But no words came out. Because yes. I was scared. Scared of how fast this was happening. Scared of wanting him this much. Scared that I was already losing control. Scared of what the world would say. I was scared of everything that has to do with this sinful desire burning in my veins. Sebastian stared at me for one long second before speaking again. “The next time you kiss me…”

"Yes, I'm your good girl, I'm your sweetheart... please..." He reaches between us. Works my clit. Drives in hard. And takes me apart completely. I cum with his name in my throat and my nails in his back and my whole body shaking and he drives through every second of it and follows me over the edge with his face pressed into my hair and my name in his mouth and both of us wrecked together in his dark bedroom on the nineteenth floor while the city glitters below and neither of us is thinking about meetings or glass walls or three weeks of professional distance.

“Sit on the edge of the desk. Let me show you what I mean.” Mia hesitated for a second, then did as he asked. She sat on the wooden desk, her short skirt riding up her thighs. Kane rolled his chair closer until his knees were between her legs. The air between them felt thick. “You write about forbidden desire,” he continued, his hand resting on the thesis paper right next to her bare thigh, “but your words are too safe and too clean.” His fingers brushed lightly against her skin. “Real desire isn’t polite, Mia. It’s messy and makes you ache. It makes smart girls like you do stupid things.”

We like to pretend it's because we hate each other that we glare like this but it's obviously sexual tension hanging thick in the air between us the same way my pussy is soaking wet between my legs. My mouth and mind can keep cursing at him and insulting him for being a morally grey bastard but my body is always saying otherwise and going against my brain and logic. The boss of my mafia clan is insanely dangerous and insanely attractive at the same time. He is crazy in all the best ways and no one can come close to the level of sinfulness he brings to the table. I have seen him fuck two girls at a time and not get tired, I have seen him take a woman raw and he did it right in the middle of h

As she watched him being driven away, she knew that this was just the beginning of a complex and dangerous dance, one that would test the limits of her professionalism, her desire, and her very soul. This was the fourth criminal she was fucking and she knew she wasn't stopping anytime soon. These criminals are so hot and she wasn't ready to let go. Note: if you want more of Camila, you can request for it and I might create a book for that purpose.

His shorts tented obviously now, his cock thickening at my proximity. He ran a hand through his damp hair, his eyes dropping to my thin tank top, where my nipples poked through the fabric. 'I found them online. After you visited last time, I couldn't stop thinking about you. It was a mistake, but... fuck, you're so beautiful.' His confession hung in the air, raw and honest. My anger twisted into hunger. I'd fantasized about older men, about crossing lines, but this? This was real. Dangerous. I glanced at the stairs, Katrina could wake any second, but the risk only made my clit pulse harder.