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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.

"I seek the power of Azserroke, Demon of the Darkness. Bring to me my other half, my blood, my soul, my sister in the womb. I offer you the blood to seek my desire. I offer you the power of this soul." The words seemed very straight forward and simple. I didn't know how all this mumbo jumbo worked, but if it was supposed to be straight forward, that wasn't exactly how I would have put it. The blood from my hand dripped on the bottom point of the star. Mila's body went rigid. Her mouth lifted to the sky in a terrible scream that raised goosebumps to my skin. The circle and symbols within glowed an eerie green.

I willed myself to stay strong and locked my eyes with his while I forced myself to feel the emotions of lust and desire in hopes that was what he’d ultimately see. As he drew nearer, my body involuntarily, and very visibly, shuddered with revulsion. Fortunately, he interpreted my actions as lustful anticipation. He ravaged my body in ways that I found shocking, repulsive, and mildly painful, but I didn’t let on. Sex was the only tool I knew worked with Joshua. I wasn’t armed well enough with the wisdom of what these wonderful skills I possessed as a Lyron were, let alone know how to use them. I had to use what I knew to be tried and true. It wasn’t just me who I was working on gettin

he says standing up and walking towards the door he stops next to me and comments. “hey Ratko, I know you've always told me that I shouldn't get involved with anyone, but I think I met,” I see him seriously and snap "If you want me to die with a headshot, continue with your game…" I turn and leave the room, leaving him alone and surprised by my answer. In this world, such a thing as love does not exist, such a thing as a relationship does not exist, in my world, in Darkness, there is only one thing, kill or be killed.

Love is scarce, mine is abundant. Life is short, eternity is not. Take my hand, let our eternities merge. I look within me, and my heart is black. I see through you, yours is not. I want to paint it black. I want to paint it black. Join your hand with mine in this dance. Our eternity will unite. The sway of our bodies, our locked gazes, is the little understanding for those around us. I don't care about the fall; I want you with me.

(Lucas’ Pov– A Few Days Ago) The dim glow of the fireplace cast flickering shadows across the walls, illuminating the room in a soft, eerie light. Outside, the waves crashed against the rocky cliffs of the island, their relentless rhythm matching the simmering rage that had lived inside me for years. I leaned back in my chair, swirling the amber liquid in my glass as Rico sat across from me, his fingers tapping against the polished wooden table. His dark eyes studied me with a mix of curiosity and unease.

“No matter how hard I fuck you, it’s never hate. It’s need. It’s love. Twisted and dark as it is, it’s yours.” She shudders, melting her body into mine. “Damian…” she moans in a voice thick with sleep and lust. “Don’t stop. Please…” I don’t. Instead, I grind in deeper and roll my hips to brush her walls just right until her moans spill louder. I hold her tight against me, letting her leg stay hooked over mine. The position gives me direct access to her soul. “You feel that?” I whisper hoarsely. “That’s how I love you. Deep. dirty. Real. All and more for you, Liliana.”

He held up a drawing of a stick figure with a cape and a huge smile. I knelt beside him, pushing away the cold dread for a moment. "Wow, Jasper! He looks so strong! What's his name?" "Captain Awesome!" Jasper declared, puffing out his chest. "He saves everyone!" I smiled, a real smile this time, though it felt fragile. "He sure does. You're a great artist." I ruffled his hair, feeling the softness of it. His innocence was a sharp, painful reminder of why I was doing all of this. Why I'd just walked into Caden's trap. It wasn't for me. It was for this small, bright light, for Mom.

It swirled, its darkness reflected in Z’s orbs, making her shiver, especially when an airy low rhythmic tune started orchestrating in the room, making her eyelid droop, her heart a little heavy. Zephaniah’s brows furrowed. From his shadow rain down small circles incomparable to snowdrops. It was painted with black even darker than liquor, but there were cursed patterns embedded all over its surface. She didn’t know how it was clear to her despite it being a little distant from her. Slowly, traveling down, taking its time.

And I like it that way. What I don't like though is the silence. Yes, there's music playing and I'm unable to keep my voice down, but he doesn't say anything to me; he never does. There are no words, no promises. With others, it's fine, but with him, I want more. I want him to see me past my body, to love me or at least fake it. But that's one thing I'm unable to force, even during the times he's artfully hogtied and I'm specially whipping his dick—long and hard—while he calls my name for mercy.