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He tried to stay quiet, but another moan slipped out before he could stop it. “Ahh… fuck… Damien—?” Damien didn’t answer with words. He just groaned against Elias’s hole and pushed his tongue deeper, licking inside him with wet, obscene sounds. One of his big hands was gripping Elias’s ass cheek, spreading him open while he feasted. Elias’s face burned. His hips twitched helplessly. *He’s insane. He has to be a psychopath. Who the fuck wakes someone up by doing this?* But fuck, it felt good. Too good. The wet heat of Damien’s tongue, the way he was licking him like he was starving, had Elias’s cock leaking steadily onto the sheets.

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.

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.

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************

"But here, with me, you can be bad. Wild. Free." My breath caught. "I don't know what you mean." "Liar." He turned me to face him. "You feel it. The darkness inside. The part of you that wants to give up control. To be taken. Used. Worshipped." He was right. God help me, he was right. "Let me show you," he whispered. "Let me introduce you to pleasure you've never imagined." Before I could answer, a scream echoed through the castle. Not pleasure. Pain. Terror.

I should be stopping him, I should be yelling at him to free my hand, but the words clogged in my throat, my clit throbbing in response to his touch. When we got to the dark room, he slammed the door shut and then let go of my hand. Compared to my previous idea about this place being so dark, it was actually a dimly lit room. I could see the way the light reflected on Jace’s face, making him all the more attractive. His eyes were so dark, and yet I couldn't help wanting them to stare at me like I was all that mattered to him. My heart ricochet against my ribs, pressure building wildly around my lower belly.

Blake's sobs soon followed at the sight of nothingness, darkness and that one hole on the ceiling. "L-luca, p-please. Get me o-out of here, p-please." Sobbed Blake in despair, his lips quivering in fear. The shivers didn't stop to crawl on his skin, as the thought of not getting out there forever started to eat his soul. He crawled backwards until a cold wall hit his back, as the sound of chains echoed around the dark room.

Morana's blushing face and panting breath were really beautiful in Daniel's eyes, the man looked at Morana as if he wanted to eat her right then and there. The monster inside him writhed as Daniel tried to suppress his innermost desires. After all of Morana's body stopped shaking and she slowly opened her eyes with a look in her eyes that was hard to digest, Daniel looked back at her as if he was dreaming and Morana was the object of his darkest dream.

Although I was still upset at Raphael, the hatred I was feeling before was completely gone. The Darkness's influence lingered in my mind, and I couldn't shake the feeling that it had manipulated my emotions, amplifying every negative sentiment until it became almost unbearable. Anger, grief, despair, and fury… all these feelings had been magnified, distorted, and twisted to serve The Darkness's sinister purposes. Its presence had been a constant catalyst, fueling my pain and nudging me toward destructive choices. And it worked, exploiting my vulnerabilities with devastating precision.

As far as I know we are only forbidden to reveal our identity to them, thus I only show myself in disguise. I watched him sleep and every time he is trying to do something bad I try to kill the evil around him. The things are, there are too many evil around him. They love to feed on the bitterness that Harold has in the life he’d been with. The more he harbors it in his heart the stronger they become. We call them Eater, because they only grow when something unholy comes out of the man’s heart. They grow as human desire evil thoughts and even hide anger, lust or any of its kind. Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off.