Dark Desire Books Novels & Stories

I sat on the edge of the bed and tried to push the thoughts away. *She’s twenty. She’s your best friend’s daughter. You’re supposed to look after her while Richard is in jail, not fantasize about marking every inch of her skin.* But the images kept coming anyway — her tiny body tied down, my hands on her, her soft cries mixing with pain and pleasure. I wanted to see her bleed just a little. I wanted to own her completely. I stood up and paced the room, running a hand through my hair. *Stop it, Logan. You’re not normal. You know what you are. A dark soul. A psycho, just like they say.*

She could still feel the ghost of his possession. She hated that she couldn’t stop thinking about him, hated the way his voice echoed in her mind long after he’d left the room, hated that even knowing it was wrong, some part of her still wanted to feel that closeness again. She wanted more, she wanted his mouth on every inch of her, she wanted to feel him inside her, filling the emptiness Daniel had created, she wanted this forbidden, illicit thing with a ferocity that terrified her. After tasting the fire, how could she ever return to the ice of her marriage? She wanted to do all the wicked, delicious things her mind was now conjuring. She could have spent hours just kissing him, learning t

I loaned quietly trying not to bring the attention of others. Especially not Jake’s step father. All these while I’ve been thinking Daniel was Marcus but now I know the truth? I guess all is well. Who would have thought. Norah Black fucked all three men in the same family and none of them are aware of my doings. Damn, you’re a rebel girl. “Fuck..” I snapped out of my thoughts as he bit my neck while thrusting harder. He leaned in and sucked on my nipples through my top while pounding me. My tits bounced hard to the point that it made me extra horny. I wrapped my legs around him tighter, pulling him deeper.

His jaw clenched, and his hands flexed, then the last fragile thread of his control snapped. “God damn you, Nicole,” he snarled, and suddenly, he was kissing me back with ferocious intensity. His mouth claimed mine, tongue sliding deep and demanding, tasting of whiskey and pure masculine heat. He backed me up until my thighs hit the edge of the heavy oak desk in the centre of his grand library. With effortless strength, he lifted me onto the polished surface, shoving aside a stack of leather-bound books and papers that had scattered across the floor with soft thuds.

I signed for the plain brown box quickly, trying not to look too eager and carried it straight up to my room, locking the door behind me. I sat on the bed and tore the package open. My new thick veiny dildo, it was even bigger and more realistic than I expected, two slutty lingerie sets…one black sheer babydoll and one tiny red crotchless teddy, the upgraded ring light and the sturdy tripod. My pussy clenched just looking at it all. I was soaked again. I snapped a quick photo of the opened box and sent it to HotFantasy88. **Me:** It came. Look what I got 😳 The big one is huge. I’m so horny right now after all that stress.

“I’ll do anything.” Damien’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. He tilted my chin up with two fingers, forcing me to meet his icy, piercing gaze. My lips parted on a soft exhale. For one wild moment, I pictured him shoving me against the desk, ripping my skirt up, and taking what he wanted right here in his luxurious office. “Anything?” he asked, his voice dropping lower. “Be careful what you offer, Elena. I’m not a nice man.” My breath hitched. I could feel my nipples tightening painfully against my bra. My pussy was already soaked, throbbing with need. I had fantasized about this moment so many times — Damien looking at me like he wanted to devour me.

“Daddy, please fuck me.” He pushed me back onto the bed, towering over me like a god of sin. Lust swirled in his dark and dangerous eyes. Yes, this look—this was how I had imagined Dave in my darkest dreams. He wanted to devour me just as much as I wanted to be ruined by him.

😂❤️ I’ve decided to make the chapters in each collection longer so you can spend more time with the characters, experience the tension, get more steamy moments, uncover the secrets, and really get lost inside every story. So please… keep your toes up! 👀😂🔥 Because I may have added a few twists here and there that you definitely weren’t expecting. 😏🌚🖤 Just when you think you understand what is happening… I might turn everything upside down. 👀💀 I want Dark Tales of Midnight to be the kind of book that makes you say, “Okay, just one more chapter…” and then suddenly realize it’s 2 a.m. 😂😭🌙

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.

I mumbled under my breath. He looked down at me, naked, trembling, covered in sweat and the seed of seven men, with cold, possessive hunger. “You’ve impressed Jax,” Victor said, his voice smooth and dangerous. “But his training was only preparation. Now you enter my world. Dark Desires. Where consent is a luxury… and obsession is law.” He stepped closer. Behind him, more figures emerged from the shadows, tall and powerful men with masked faces, their primal energy radiating from them. Their presence felt different from the Club. Wilder. More dangerous.