Dark Desire Novels & Stories

PLEASE Read this is the only Authors note this book will have His Dark Existence is part 2 of His Dark Desires and it is different from the first. I also hope it would help shed light on a few issues in the society we live in. There's are a few themes which will be present in this part unlike the last, there are: 📌child molestation, 📌incest, 📌suicide 📌rape, 📌explicit content.

It was the middle of the night, and while it opened them up to be able to speed out of there, it also made them easy to spot. At least, it did until Hawk turned all the lights to the car off, and the two men took off into the dark, eager to get home. “Did you get what you needed?” Matthew repeated, and Hawk scoffed in the front seat. “Don’t be ridiculous. Of course, I did.” Hawk said smugly, and Matthew sighed in relief with a smile. Matthew was so close to having his Juliet back that he could almost taste it. His freedom and happiness were so close; he just hoped she would still be there, waiting for him when he returned.

“We’re set. Have a safe trip.’’ Adrian says and just when he’s about to step back. I hold him back as I pull him close to myself. “I deserve a goodbye kiss.’’ I really do. I can never get enough of him. And the fact that we were literally up all night fucking leaves me wanting more. I went hard on him and never held back not even once. The fact that I’ve not touched him for days and that I will not be able to touch him for two days fueled up my adrenaline in fucking him hard. And fuck! I still want more. “Nikolai,’’ he calls in alarm as he looks around the empty sitting room. There is no soul around and I've known from the start that Zorya will not easily come downstairs on my orders. She li

My heart pounded like a drum, every beat thrumming through my body. Her eyes locked onto mine, dark with desire as I filled her inch by inch. Her lips parted, a soft gasp escaping as I bottomed out. I held there for a second, feeling her warmth, savoring the way she clenched around me. I started to move, slow at first, deliberate. My hands cradled her face as I kissed her, our tongues meeting. Her fingers dug into my back, her nails raking lightly as she urged me on. "Harder," she whispered, her breath warm against my ear. "Please fuck me harder."

is all I manage, actively grinding myself against him, aching for my detonation. “Good girl baby, you want it don’t you? You want me. You know what I can do for you.” His words are like liquid gold in my veins, my heartbeat racing and my body working on its own accord. I am disconnected from reality. Declan, right now, is my saviour. I am a slave to his body. The pleasure stops. There’s nothing. I can’t help the whimper of frustration or the disappointment etched across my face; Dec is sat up on the bed, watching me with a smirk, “answer me when I question you baby. Or I’ll stop.”

With closed eyes and heavy breaths, she eagerly awaited that first kiss, parting her lips to invite him in. Frustration consumed her as she still didn't feel his lips. She furrowed her brows in confusion and opened her eyes to an empty space . Disappointment flooding over her. It was just another hallucination, leaving her burning with unfulfilled desire. Slamming her hand onto the basin platform, she closed her eyes, attempting to regain composure. Anger surged within as she blamed herself for again thinking of him. Determined to break free from his hold, she glared at herself in the mirror. desperate to quell her insatiable desires she Fixed her hair and stormed out of the washroom, ready

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.

it was remaking us, piece by filthy piece. My body's wrecked, sore in the best ways, but already aching for the next time. Davis's cum still leaks from me, mixed with Nathan's, and Lucy's taste lingers on my tongue. I should feel guilty, but all I feel is alive, raw, desired, utterly claimed. This dark, twisted paradise... I never want to leave.

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.

“Good. Because I have darker plans for you, little pet. One day I’ll share you. Let my most trusted men watch while I breed you. Maybe even let them taste what’s mine… if you beg nicely.” The filthy promise sent a fresh wave of arousal through her body. Aliyah was scared. She was addicted. And she was starting to realize she didn’t want this month to ever end. She wanted to keep begging for the Wicked.