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DARK DESIRES EPISODE FIFTY "I was drunk,You got me angry last night,I went off boundaries to force you to sleep with me,But I didn't use the right words to ask you about it,I'm sorry okay"He said more softly and I stared at me for a while. Who could believe that the ruthless Mafia boss is the one apologizing to me? "It's fine,I never said I'm angry"I mumbled staring at his tattooed chest, My eyes not leaving the beautiful tattoos.

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.

The lust we're both feeling. He kept on banging me hard and I screamed the pleasure was taking me to the center of madness. He hold my hair as he bang my entrance from the back, it was like I was being tortured by him, he has driven me crazy with the way he teased me with his hard torso. "Now it's your turn to make me go crazy,'' he muttered as I got on top of him. Seeing his long and hard torso, I centered myself on it as I began to ride him gently. He closed his eyes as he folded my two breasts. I increased the pace. He was inside me and I could feel the pleasure. I stopped the pace, now you have to give me a blow job he whispered and I nodded. Getting down on my knees he shoved his hard t

Arya please stop crying or am gonna cry too," Christie said using her thumb to clean her tears. How about Ronald, have you told him about it? Josh asked. No, but I think he's feeling more than I do, it's almost impossible for him to hide it even when our parents are present, guys this is really bad because it isn't just a normal attraction, this is deeply erotic, dark feelings, sexual cravings, I have wet dreams about him all the time, i get wet at little contact with him, I always imagine how it feels to have him inside of me and..... Ewww, stop, just stop already Arya, it's making me wanna puke right now no offence though, but this is really bad, it's incest, I can't believe this is happen

His knees buckle and drop to the ground. The media and police call me silenzio, while the others just call Silenzio. I'm a serial killer and I work for the country's most notorious and dangerous dark Italian organization known as The obsidian Syndicate. I work in the organization merely to quench my blood thirst after the unfortunate incident that occurred in my life which has scarred me and turned me brutal, I was given several therapy sessions but none ever worked to bring me back to the man I used to be before the incident.

She closed her eyes in surrender, shocked when she found herself in a large bubble in front of her, Zayn , his father, and everyone else. As if she was sitting in a room and in front of her a surveillance camera! She got close and saw her body quickly approaching Lara and suffocating her violently and quickly " Treat her quickly" Zayn was surprised when he turned around and found his bloody eyes and that terrifying voice in her shape "I won't," Darkle laughed sarcastically. " When you want to be with a weakling like her, be someone who suits you and your strength, like me." He pulled her neck to make her face blue, and she resisted him weakly

It's wrong… so wrong. He wanted to escape the deep hole but he kept passing him the shovel to dig deeper. He knew this ain't right, but why did he want the depravity that comes with it. His darkness chases away his monsters. He must have gone mad, and he promised that he would make the madness short and worthwhile. So… he let loose. In the darkness, he leaned up and pressed his lips to his. Dimitri's eyes fluttered open and he lightly pushed him back. “You were awake?” He asked, his voice tinged with sighs of surprise. “Did you hear—”

this is what this dark room is. My trauma...

Just darkness… yet somehow eyes glowed faintly—deep blue, like Julian’s, pulsating rhythmically, as if synced with the boy. Damian’s mind raced. “It’s connected to him,” he said, realization cutting through fear. “Julian… it’s feeding off your signal.” Julian whimpered, struggling to understand. “It… it wants me, Daddy. It wants me to… join it.” “No!” Damian roared, his voice echoing off the concrete walls. “You are not part of this. You are my son. My family. You belong with me!” The shadow’s limbs rippled like liquid, stretching closer. The energy in the room intensified, causing the fluorescent lights to flicker violently. Dust swirled, loose wires sparked, alarms screeched silently in ta

He's such a fan of him. Switching sides, aren't you? I just want to help you with your confusion. "Fine," I finally agreed even though it sounded like a dismissal. "Let's dance and get over with it." A crook smile plastered on Demitri's face. However, even with the smile, his face looked hard as ever like some sort of granite in its finest. And those eyes of his. Two pools of darkness waiting for someone to be drowned into it. He's like a walking tragedy, a storm that could destroy anything if he wants.