Dark Desires Novels & Stories

He feeds off of utmost violence and pain of others, and he'll treat his plaything no differently. Zara wants to—no—needs to survive, she needs to reach the light so very desperately. However, will she eventually be devoured by the darkness that overpowers her mind, heart and soul? Will she succumb to the insanity until she's bled dry by the same man who once made her heart glow? - - - ⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ - Keep in mind, the story will be dark and sinister. - This material has content that may be disturbing to some readers. If you are uncomfortable with mature/triggering content, continue at your own risk.

That tells me all I need to know. He wants this. I rise up from my chair, crossing over to Kade’s side, leaning towards his ear, “Follow me to the dark. Let me strip you of some light.” I whisper softly into his ear. “What are you talking about?” he grumbles, stiffening from my breath washing over his neck. I breath a smile, “Darkness is desire. And I can see how much desire is in you, so come and let the darkness suck out that desire.” Kade suddenly trembles under my voice, in a way that has me wondering if he's resisting again. My hands rest under his chin, turning his face to me. His eyes are alight with so much lust.

But a huge part of me believes that the darkness contributes to Carter’s wildness, and that if it had been a brightly lit room, one where the outside world creeps in through the windows and the consequences of our actions stare at us with every decision we decide to make, then he would never have admitted to wanting me—indirectly, anyway. My throat feels parched, dehydrated with desire, and craving his hands on my body. I work him faster, with more force and purpose, and his head sags forward until his forehead is resting against mine, our breaths—helpless pants of desire—meeting, mixing, and creating a fog of lust. Of want. Of something forbidden and wrong and so fucking dangerous, yet it h

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

The pleasure he received from that made his brain vibrate. His mind was screaming for him to stop what was going on, reminding him of the risks and the breaches in morality. But his body refused, aiding his illicit desires and welcoming the sensations that came with it. His cock pulsed with excitement at Lila's featherlight touch. He was unbearably aroused and she could see it in his eyes, in the way his body responded to her every touch. His breath came out raspy, his eyes begging her to free him from the his torture. Lila flashed him an encouraging smile, aiming to do just that.

As she watched him being driven away, she knew that this was just the beginning of a complex and dangerous dance, one that would test the limits of her professionalism, her desire, and her very soul. This was the fourth criminal she was fucking and she knew she wasn't stopping anytime soon. These criminals are so hot and she wasn't ready to let go. Note: if you want more of Camila, you can request for it and I might create a book for that purpose.

“I can’t wait.” He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against my lips, his hand tightening slightly around my wrist. “So? Do you want me to fuck you in front of Betty and the driver?” “I don’t care,” I muttered, my voice laced with frustration and need. His laugh deepened, low and dangerous, and his eyes darkened, locking onto mine. “You better care, love,” he growled, his tone carrying a warning that sent a shiver through me. “Because after they see how beautiful you look coming and after they see that gorgeous body of yours, they won’t see tomorrow. Do you want that, love?”

she said. Xavier was dumbfounded for a few minutes. He knew his friend was quite the character, but he didn’t expect his daughter to be worse than he was. Dante had never blackmailed him. Matter of fact, no one had because they all feared him. Here he was facing a twenty-year-old with an evidence that could ruin his life. “You are so sexy, and I wish I could have you right now,” Xavier said, while Guilia fought to find her jaw on the ground.

The air crackles with an otherworldly energy, as if the very fabric of reality trembles under the weight of their dark desires. As the ritual reaches its crescendo, a palpable shift occurs. The boundary between the mortal realm and the realm of shadows blurs, creating a nexus where possibilities and horrors intertwine. The power Sasha seeks hovers within arm's reach, tantalizingly close yet teetering on the precipice of chaos.

Something didn't feel right, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. As she drifted into a fitful sleep, her dreams were haunted by fragmented memories and ominous whispers, a portent of the darkness that loomed on the horizon. Meanwhile, Chris revealed in the aftermath of his depraved indulgence, a wicked smirk playing upon his lips as he surveyed the scene before him. The woman lay sprawled upon his bed, her body glistening with sweat and wine, a silent testament to his insatiable lust and unchecked power. But beneath his veneer of smug satisfaction lay a simmering cauldron of rage and resentment, fueled by the demons that haunted his troubled mind. For Chris was a man consumed by dar