Dark Desires Novels & Stories

I pant, placing my hand on the sink as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I just went down on my knees to suck a man’s dick. Did I enjoy it? Yes. Fucking too much that I'm hard. I can feel my dick straining against my pants. I want to walk back to that room, strip before Nikolai, so he'll run his tattooed fingers through my body, touch me as his fucking breath fills my nose. I want to get off and I want Nikolai to be the one to do it. And that overall is entirely wrong. I've had vulgar thoughts, but not at a man. I've never been attracted to a man. But Nikolai? That bastard is like a fucking magnet, each time I try to get away, he draws me even closer.

"You are all sunshine and sweetness. You deserve a prince charming who will sweep you off your feet, not me. I'm too bad for you." "Oops, guess I want the bad boy then." I'm all about self pleasure, I keep taking and taking from the women who offer up their bodies to me as sacrifices to satisfy my dark fantasies. I never stop until they are as broken and damaged as me. Katherine yell our names from their mansion for the umpteenth time. Lily stands up and jump from between my legs. I quickly rollover pressing my body on the grass inorder to hide the bulge in my pants. She crooks a brow oblivious to my torment. "What's wrong?"

It fell life a fantasy. I knew i had thing for danger since i was eighteen, when i almost ran my dads car over a cliff and felt nothing but freedom. My therapist then called it “risk seeking behavior”, over the years i tried to bury that part of me but Jagger could see through me. He looked at me like he knew every terrible thing inside me. I closed my eyes and leaned against the counter.

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.

As he ran his fingers over her slit, he gathered the moisture and dragged it over her clit. Plucking his fingers in, he began thrusting. Her back arched, but her moans were muffled by the panties in her mouth. Spreading her legs, he plucked another finger in and circled her clit, driving her to climax. “Argh!” she moaned, her back arching. As he thrusted once more, a slurp sound escaped, mingling with their ragged breaths. “You’ve crossed a line, kitten, and now you'll face the darkness you've awakened.” He whispered in her ears, his voice dark, rich and husky as it tinged with a warning.

My bare pussy already throbbed with anticipation as I took my seat front and center. Professor Kane began his lecture on forbidden desires in literature. His eyes found mine almost immediately. I smiled innocently at first, then slowly uncrossed my legs, letting my knees fall apart just enough. The desk hid most of it from the class, but not from him. I trailed my fingers up my inner thigh, stroking the sensitive skin above my stockings. His gaze darkened. When he asked a question about reckless passion, I answered in a soft, breathy voice, leaning forward so my breasts nearly spilled out. “Sometimes the good girl needs to break every rule, Professor. Don’t you think the thrill of getting ca

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back to the flames... Obsession is the most dangerous muse. Tonight’s confession is about a brilliant but deeply disturbed artist who found his perfect living canvas online. What started as distant admiration became kidnapping, captivity, and the most intimate, twisted form of artistic possession. This one is dark, psychological, and intensely erotic. Here is the confession of “Stalker’s Muse.” --- **Story 13: Stalker’s Muse**

“I don’t waste time, Aria. I want total access. Every hole. Every breath. You live here. You sleep in my bed unless I chain you somewhere else. You pose when I say pose. You come when I allow it. You don’t touch anyone else unless I’m watching and directing. In exchange, your debts vanish. Six months, or less if I get bored, you walk with enough money to never think about rent again. No romance. No illusions.” My mouth went dry. My cunt, however, did not. Heat pooled between my thighs like a traitor. How depraved can I be to find this arousing? I tilted my head. “You make that sound so romantic.” “I make it sound as it is.” He stepped closer. “You’re already wet, aren’t you?” I swallowed. “I

He loomed over me like a shadow of death, his presence so vast it seemed to shrink the room. His eyes were no longer those of the man I knew; they were twin pits of glowing, molten obsidian, swirling with a darkness that swallowed the flickering candlelight. The desire radiating from him wasn't a gentle stream; it was a flood following a catastrophic dam break—violent, unstoppable, and destructive. He seized my wrists in a grip of iron and slammed them against the wall above my head. He didn't bother to retract his claws. I felt the sharp, needle-like points prick the sensitive skin of my wrists, drawing a tiny, hairline trace of pain that ignited a wildfire of searing excitement in my gut.

Hands everywhere pinching nipples, slapping breasts, fingers dipping into her ass just enough to tease, to make her buck and whine. Lara lost count of the orgasms. They blurred together one rolling into the next until she was a sobbing, slick mess. Her body ached sore throat, bruised hips, pussy raw and pulsing but she couldn't stop. Didn't want to. The emotions crashed over her: shame at how much she craved this degradation, anger at both men for turning her into this, and underneath it all, a dark, twisted love that bound her to them both. Tade came first this time pulling out to spill across her breasts, hot ropes painting her skin white while he growled her name like a curse.