Dark Desires Novels & Stories

It could be anything behind that door, but only two things were running through her mind as possibilities. The first thing that came to mind was a sex room, and if that were the case, she wasn't sure that she would ever want to go in there. Juliet was willing to try new things, but she couldn't help the shiver of disgust that wracked her body when she thought about Matthew being with other women in it before her. The other option was even more disturbing, and she knew it was entirely unreasonable. That didn't stop her from picturing a wall of torture devices and a chair in the middle of the room where someone sat bleeding.

“I'm not the kind of man you imagined. I am not your happy ever after. I am a bad man with dark secrets. It's huge enough to destroy your existence. But you…” My voice trailed as I locked gaze with those mesmerizing Amber eyes that twinkled under the soft glow of the chandelier. I wanted to kiss them. To wipe the tears off and spray my seed all over her face until she gagged. “You are pure, innocent, fragile, full of life, so fucking young. You are brave, you dare to explore. That's the reason I call you little dove. One more step closer to me and you will be tainted by my darkness.” “All it takes is one taste for you to get obsessed. For you to get dangerously addicted. Before you know it,

A man stood in the farthest corner of my room, half-draped in shadow. He was watching me. Tall. Still. Predatory. My breath caught in my throat, my pulse hammering violently. The darkness clung to him like a second skin, outlining the sharp planes of his face—inhumanly beautiful, his features sculpted as though by a god who had known only sin. His lips, full and parted, were curved in something that was not quite a smile. His eyes, dark as an abyss, gleamed with a hunger that made my blood turn to ice.

My heart wanted what it wanted, even though it might not be good for us. Tired of dancing, Kirk and I returned to the VIP section, where Kimberly was trying her best to get intimate with Caleb by sticking her tongue in his ear, and he seemed to be making an effort to control the situation. Kirk cleared his throat to announce our presence, and she pulled away from Caleb. I saw her tongue go back into her mouth, and it disgusted me. I doubted it disgusted Caleb because there was lust in his eyes. I was mad at how easy it was for her to get his attention. Was it that men did not fancy strong women? I had heard some people talk about preferences, and it seemed like a girl had to pretend to be du

All this time, I had been asking but never realizing it. His teeth dug into my skin as he quickly and unceremoniously rips out the flesh, right where Damien’s mark had once been, and he spit it to the floor, licking the blood on his lips. He stares at my shoulder, blood flowing down, and his eyes turn dark. Lust for blood, but he closes his eyes and opens them, fighting for control. That never occurred to me, I doubt any other vampire could fight their lust for blood. The door slams open, and Damien walks in, accompanied by Diego, but I only get a glimpse of them because Konstantin's hands are around me, and soon the room disappears from view and all I see is darkness. .

“It's not like that. It's not something you can get rid of. It's part of me; it's my other half. It's who and what I am. Don’t you see, I am the darkness! To get rid of it would be to get rid of me. I'm no good for you. I will only cause you pain and suffering. I am the darkness! I'm the monster everyone's afraid of. I'm the beast in the dark that children have nightmares of. I am the evil from the depths of hell and will only snuff out your light, little angel. You and I can never be together!” He said with a deep and rough voice. Smoke seeped from his body again, and a dark aura rose from his body like a shadow looming over her.

16 ~~~~ Darkness could smell her wetness, he could hear the arousal in her breath, the way her toes curled in expectation, the way she was giving way to him. Yet her lips remained sealed, unwilling to accept that she had been wrong to run from him, that she had been wrong to have ever considered that option. From the moment Darkness laid his eyes on her, he didn't care if she was human or not, all she knew was that he wanted her and her alone.

The woman sitting here was something new: Damien Voss’s eager, submissive slut, ready to embrace every dark desire he had awakened in me. The future stretched ahead, no longer professional and controlled, but wild, dangerous, and utterly thrilling. And I couldn’t wait to begin it.

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.*

I discovered it on my fifth visit, when he blindfolded me and led me through a door I hadn't noticed before. "Trust me," he whispered. He removed the blindfold, and I found myself in a space that was all dark wood and soft lighting. A bed against one wall. Restraints hanging from the ceiling. A collection of implements laid out on a leather bench… floggers, paddles, crops, vibrators, butt plug, nipples clamp. I should have been scared, but instead, I turned to him and said, "Show me more, everything you desire."