Dark Desire Novels & Stories

But nobody saw what happened after hours, when the neon lights "ickered and the air hung thick with secrets. Nobody saw him slip through the back door, the shadows swallowing him until he was nothing but asilhouette against the dim light. Nobody saw him press her against the cold, unforgiving surface of the office desk, the papers scattering like fallen leaves.Nobody saw the desperation in his hands as he pushed her skirt up, the frantic urgency of a man starved for something he couldn't name. And nobody saw how she wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to him like a vine, her nails digging into his back. Nobody heard the soft, desperatesounds she made, how she bit down on his shoulder

I responded calmly, running my hands through his bare but hairy chest, making my way down his torso but he stopped me, gripping my hands hard causing me to whimper. “No, this is not the same, we've been fucking. Something we call a hate fuck where I'm from, but now it feels like you are trying to create a connection with me.” A man with experience like him would know if he was being played. “And who says I'm in love with you?, I want no connection to a murderer” I threw back, I was desperate and i had nothing left to lose, going back to an empty house these past weeks had been rough and I kept reliving the image of my father's lifeless body in the living room, so if I had to sell out myself

I was too eager to get fucked than to care about how I looked. My heart slammed in excitement as I closed the door of my room as softly as possible. Except for the sound of my own breathing, the house was enveloped in a pindrop silence. As I tiptoed down the corridor, I brought my hand up to my chest. Feeling my breasts through my clothes, I confirmed that they were indeed hard. They needed to be sucked badly, just like my pussy needed to be ate and fucked. After weeks of using my hands and my toys, I wanted a real thing. My body craved the touch of another human. And Darren was willing to do that. I would never forget the way his eyes glinted when I made the offer to him. Ever since, my min

The moment the door closed, the house felt different — heavier, more dangerous. I spent most of the day hiding in my room, reading my secret romance books to distract myself. The stories of innocent girls being seduced by older, forbidden men only made me wetter. Was I really turning into one of those girls? By midnight I couldn’t fight it anymore. I stood in front of my mirror for a long time, heart racing. I changed into my shortest silk nightdress and, after a lot of hesitation, put on a tiny black lace thong underneath. I felt so shy and slutty doing it, but something inside me wanted to look desirable for him.

**HotFantasy88:** Fuck, Susan. That dildo is going to look incredible stretching your tight little pussy. Set up the new light and tripod. I want another private call. I’ll tip $800 this time if you ride it for me, wear the red set, and get really loud and nasty. Tell me how bad you need real cock while you fuck yourself.

“We can still call this off.” I turned in his arms and kissed him deeply, tasting the whiskey on his tongue. “I’m nervous,” I admitted, my voice soft. “But I’m also incredibly turned on. I want this for us. I want to feel desired in a new way… and I want to give you this fantasy.” His hands squeezed my ass possessively. “God, I love you.”

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.*

he cried, desperation lacing his words. "Will you shut up?" she yelled, delivering a stinging slap across his face. "She is not your type; you’re being manipulated by her." "No!" he shouted back, breaking free from her grasp. "I’m not manipulated! I love her deeply. I can’t love anyone else but her; she is my life!"

He was never late. I leaned back slowly, taking deep breaths to calm the heat burning in the pit of my stomach as fragments of my research replayed inside my head. BDSM contracts. Consent. Dominants. Submission. Orgasm denial. The words alone had kept me awake half the night. And the truly terrifying part? If Maxwell asked, I knew I would give him almost anything. Actually I would give anything. The realization made my cock twitch hard beneath the table, I squeezed my thighs together.

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.