Dark Desires Novels & Stories

He moved, sniffing her neck, and rejoiced in the fear he smelt. Yada tried pushing back from the wall, but he had secured her with an arm across her shoulders. “I don't know you, so why don't you tell me who you are?” “Tell me, Yada, how much do you remember about your life before the Olsen-Myers? Or tell me your dreams? Do you dream of dark places, dark voices, and dark beings? Do you long to know who the man in your dreams is? Do you wake up breathless and aroused from those dreams?” He leaned closer.

But there was no denying the desire that charged through her with the force of an invading army, pulsing need and heat into her clit, making her beaded nipples ache. Just like there was no denying that if she tried to leave here and return to Houston, the person after her would very likely try to kill her again. And this time, he might succeed. She let out a shaky breath. What a hell of a place to be, trapped by danger with a man capable of giving her amazing pleasure while making her submit to every wicked desire she’d ever denied. Damn it, she’d been fighting her wants since Andrew’s rejection, warring against her dark side until she hurt. She couldn’t just roll over and spread her legs fo

“You’ve done that before, and I’m hoping this whiskey will keep an old anger in check.” Leaning back, she crossed her legs. “You want to know a secret?” I blinked at her aloofly, not interested in whatever it is she wants to make known. “You do not seem interested, but I’ll make it known, so you wouldn’t repeat the same mistake. That slap didn’t make me angry or push me away, if anything, it turned me on.” This bitch is crazy. “I love being submissive to a sadist, so I’m used to the pain.” She opened the file and signed on it, sealing the deal with S.H. “You want to know another secret?” She pushed the file towards me.

"It's just that you really don't have to tell me anything, because I'm not really asking you to tell me anything now, I know that this is shocking for you, and, to tell the truth, for me too, you are so beautiful, and so many things fall on you, but I'm willing to fight against whatever it takes to be by your side, of course only if you want me to" "Alexander, this is happening very fast, I am very confused, besides everything that is happening with you, inside me very strange things are happening, I have had many visions, where I have seen myself being as if I were a sorceress, I do not know if it is me, or another woman who looks a lot like me, I only know that I am in a terrible state emo

“Mother's aim to do everything, by choosing twins is to save hope that the dark destiny of the vampire world might change. Even though the possibility is very slim not even at all. Every action will have its own risks, especially in matters like this. Mother has done her best, but the fate of darkness will continue to be destiny. In addition, Queen Meralda was really cunning. She had tricked the King of Darkos and planned to take all the forces of the Red Stone. Actually the King of Darkos was not gullible, but fate did require him to do all of that. After all, my mother was destined to die in the hands of the King of Darkos herself. But King Darkos did not do the same with King Drakos, his

He takes a step back and begins to take off his suit jacket, then with desperate parsimony he moves on to the buttons of his shirt, discovering his perfectly worked torso, his eyes only look at me with desire and I am terrified, paralyzed knowing that what he will do to then marked my life forever, knowing that from the moment those men drugged me to bring me here, my life would be full of terror, violence and pain, a pain that already had a name and surname, a pain of only one person I would be responsible, the tall, handsome and sexy man who undresses in front of me with the sole idea of ​​seizing not only my freedom, but my body and making me his, without caring a bit about what he wants,

Chapter 3: Sinful Desire The only source of light in Ana's dark room was the moon lamp shade beside her bed. Ana was staring at the ceiling, touching her lips as she remembered how soft and sweet Dominic's lips tasted, especially when he kissed her back. The scene kept replaying in her mind, along with the memory of him grabbing her hips to pull her closer and rub against her. She couldn't forget the feeling of his half-erect shaft rubbing underneath her. It was not fully awake yet, but it felt so long and huge under her clothed lips.

Pulses of slick orgasm shoot up from his cock, hitting him in the chest and flowing down his abs until it begins to soften. I continue drilling him in quick motions and I don't even understand it, but he can't get enough, mewling and gasping the entire time, like he might be having multiple orgasms... Which I didn't even know was possible for guys. I know he would hate to hear this, but I think Skylar is a power bottom. Seriously... Whether he likes it or not, he was made to take dick in his ass. But then something unwanted pops into my head... An image of him with someone who isn't me. Pictures of him giving his ass to other guys are swarming my mind, and I hate it. It makes me want to retc

Her mind finally understood what he was talking about as she stared at him in shock. How could he do these nasty things without even feeling them made her face show how much she felt disgust towards him as she watched his face, and rage poured through her veins. She felt like ,He had turned his emotions off just like vampires do. "Enough, please stop this nonsense already Damien, I am weary of your sick games, you should take help from a psychologist, you are insane",Damien's eyes grew gloomy as he heard her venomous words.

He seemed completely in control of his emotions. My case was entirely different. I could not control the turmoil of emotions that raged through me. I was extremely afraid of him, and yet my newly wayward body craved his touch. As though this was the last time I would allow myself stare at him so brazenly, I let myself take in his face, and every inch of him I could see from my twisted position. His jet black hair was sleeked back, but from the thick wavy lock that fell over his face, I could tell all he had needed was to run his hand through it. Something about the blackness of his hair made him look so sinister, like some night predator.