Deadly Desires Novels & Stories

Fucking hell. Eton knelt behind her and gripped her hips, watching the milky skin redden under his fingers. He could still stop. He was about to fuck this girl. But he didn’t want to stop. “This is a terrible idea,” Kaia whispered, her voice catching. “It is,” Eton agreed before slowly pushing his cock in... ................

The heat coming off her made my c*ck twitch, and without a seconds delay, I began to feast on her. What’s a game with no boundaries without a little bit of surprise? Desire was the only rule, and right now, we were breaking it in the filthiest way possible. April’s hand shot down, gripping my hair with a desperation that told me everything—she missed this, she missed me, she missed us.

His presence consumed the room like a black hole pulling me into a darkness I couldn’t escape. His eyes, when they found mine, were obsidian stars, glittering with the cruelty of gods who had grown bored with their games. His lips, sharp as sin, curved into a smile that promised both ruin and rapture. Every line of his body was a threat—lean, predatory, crafted by some divine hand to seduce and destroy. He was chaos and calm, the eye of a hurricane that promised nothing but destruction once you were too deep to leave. He was the death of me. A whisper of the end wrapped in the guise of a man.

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************

Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that Travis and Jenna promised. The night was young, and she knew that the pleasures that lay ahead would be beyond anything she could have imagined. As Travis's lips met hers once more, Sadile felt herself being drawn into a world of sensation, a world where pleasure reigned supreme, and she was the willing participant, the eager student, ready to learn, ready to explore, ready to surrender to the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls, as the three of them moved in a rhythm as old as time, a rhythm that spo

Every inch of me begging and screaming for more. “beg me Hailey… beg me to fuck you hard” His words ripped a moan from my chest… He started throbbing my pussy fast and I could not take it anymore. I wanted him so badly. I wanted his cock ripping into my center. “beg me Hailey” his voice deep and hoarse “please, God, yes! "

Was my perception merely a reflection of my desires? I diverted my gaze while recollecting the previous night's conversation with him. My feelings for you exist, yet my affection for your mother reaches greater depths. My desire for lifelong companionship directs me toward her instead of you. The remnants of my inner self should have perished through that experience. Yet the situation remained contrary to expectations. The sensation of pain persisted. Upon reaching the altar my mother’s hand slipped from mine. Alexander grasped her hand and an uncomfortable tightness spread through my chest as their fingers locked together.

Before he gets to answer, the food gets to our table. We are served, and the waiter walks away. Sergei begins to dig in without a question. He is slow, but every bite, every stab, and every dig is concise. “I asked a question.” “Repeat it.” “Why are you blackmailing me?” “I am not. I am only using the resources at my dispersal.” “What do you want?” “I want my brother dead, and you, his girlfriend, will help me achieve it.”

she whispered. Carlos's voice sounded behind her ear, resonate and deep. “When it comes to flavor, everyone has their own preference—meals, wine, ice cream, diet. The same goes for sexual desires. They call them kinks. Some are soft, some hard. Some are crazy, painful… even sick.” His voice dropped lower. “And some… deadly.” She pulses jolted violently at the last word. She wanted to look at him, but his voice stopped her. “Eyes on the wall, Wildling.”