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I say, releasing my soul into her hands. I guess this is how most great men in history died. In the arms of a lovely woman. Because right now, death by pleasure doesn't seem like a bad thing. At all. Desiree takes a pair of handcuffs and fastens them to two chains suspended from the ceiling, one on each side of me. She's stretching her legs to reach the chains, curving her body away from me. The distance she creates only makes me ache for her to come closer. Her wet hair drips onto my shirt, each drop a reminder of how maddeningly close she is, yet just out of reach. But I don’t care about the shirt, or anything else for that matter—I only want her.

She asks, going back to the previous conversation. “There’s nothing to tell Callie so let it go.” “Okay then. I’ll get you the number.” “Thank you.” Callie finally leaves my office and I get back to work trying to keep my mind off Vanessa and her enchanting eyes. *************** Later that day, my assistant, Judy, an older woman —because I didn’t want the risk of having a young woman try to seduce me or me starting an affair with an assistant, it’s one of the closest ways to destroy a man— comes into my office and says, “Sir, this is from Miss Callie, she said you requested for it.”

I'll stick with my plan and maybe I can get just one person to help and call the police. "We're here," he accounces. I look out the window to see an obsidian building emerging into the sky against the vibrant Nevada skyline. Bold, crimson accents trace the edges of the building, and the sign "Dark Desires", radiates a crimson glow. It's like the building itself is whispering to me, tempting me to step inside and uncover its hidden secrets. I can't resist the curiosity that wells up inside me. His driver stops in front of the building and Danny and Luis are there to get us out and lead us inside. Danny grips the shit out of my arm, and I don't know if it's because he doesn't like me, or he th

The last thing I want is for Samantha to walk in on me sneaking through her stuff; she already has trust issues as it is. My eyes catch on a notebook; it looks like a diary. It has the inscription, Dark stories by twisted minds, do not open. I pick the book up, my curiosity instantly piqued. I rise from my squatting position to sit on the edge of the bed. I flip through the pages to see how many there are, and it's well gone, over 500 pages. I should drop the book out of the room the same way I worked out, but I can't.

That had been three years ago, and in another neighborhood, another state – so why did I still remember that night so vividly immediately a man so much as looked my way? I hugged myself and sank to the floor, fighting tears. The billionaire, he was different. There was something extremely different about the way he kissed me, the power, the ruthless possessiveness, everything was there. But he kissed as if I could walk away anytime I wanted, and the only thing holding me back was my own desire. 'Desire.’ I felt my heartbeat quicken at the mere thought of that word, and I was sure a blush crept up my cheeks. Did I desire the billionaire? Did I want him to do even more than just kiss me? To ho

I lightly blow on her nipple so I can watch it become tighter. “I want to taste how sweet you are on my tongue.” Her brows pinch together, her lips part, and her body begins to move under me. Dara’s back arches for a moment before she lies back down. “I don’t know how much time I have before you wake up. I hate to be quick. I want to take my time with you but if you see me… I can’t imagine what you’d do.” I take her hand, pressing it to my chest. “You would never want me. Not when I look like this.” My gray skin was in stark contrast to hers. “I want to imagine what it’s like for you to want me, which is why I’m here.” I kiss her lips and while hers are unmoving, feeling those soft clouds un

, Dominique shouts, overlapping my voice. “You're not even willing to tell me everything! But listen here, I'm not going to let you put me in a bubble, because I'm not going to stay. I don't want you like this”, I say furiously, closing my fists and clenching them. I turn with heavy steps through the living area, but he pulls me by the arm, preventing me from continuing. In one swift movement, he turns me towards him. My breath is out of control and my blood is boiling with anger. Our gazes meet, a collision of emotions. Frustration, desire, unspoken things. It's all chaos, but the desire there is undeniable.

My heart pounded like a drum, every beat thrumming through my body. Her eyes locked onto mine, dark with desire as I filled her inch by inch. Her lips parted, a soft gasp escaping as I bottomed out. I held there for a second, feeling her warmth, savoring the way she clenched around me. I started to move, slow at first, deliberate. My hands cradled her face as I kissed her, our tongues meeting. Her fingers dug into my back, her nails raking lightly as she urged me on. "Harder," she whispered, her breath warm against my ear. "Please fuck me harder."

I trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. "That made me what, Nancy? Say it." "That made you touch yourself," I whispered. The air between us went electric. Zade drained the rest of his scotch in one swallow. Set the glass down with a sharp click. Then he leaned forward in his chair, his elbows on his knees, his face close to mine. "You really want to know?" he asked, his voice low and rough and dangerous. "Yes." His eyes locked on mine, and what I saw there made my breath catch. Pure, undiluted desire.

“Tonight’s going to be great. You still sure you want this?” I met his eyes in the mirror. My pulse was racing, but it wasn’t fear. It was pure excitement. “Yes. I want it. Both of you inside me.” We had fantasized about this for months. Nathan’s friend Ahmad had come up again and again in our dirty talk. He was tall, muscular, with smooth dark skin and a quiet, confident way about him that always left me wet. Nathan trusted him completely. Tonight, after dinner, Ahmad would come back to the apartment with us.