Destructive Desire Novels & Stories

fear, desperation? “Hmm should have this view photographed. ” Eutychus growled and with each word, his fingers worked on her ver wet canal. His fingers spread and twisted inside her. The fear or whatever it was was again replaced by sheer want, he wanted him inside her so bad she was probably going to die. “Hur- ” She said as she thrust her hips backwards where she could his heavy cock on her ass.

I just hope that it is nothing too serious. “I know how much you resisted last time but please reconsider my offer. I would like you to come and live in my pack, but this time the offer is only temporary as there is a reason for this request.” He starts. “What is the reason?” I ask. “There is someone poking around you, they are ruthless and use others to get what they want. And right now what they want is you, or rather what you have.” “I see, so how would moving to your pack help me?” I ask.

It was wrong, it was sick, and it was a literal death sentence under this roof. “I hate him,” I whispered fiercely. “He’s just an arrogant, mocking jerk. I hate him I dragged my feet to the bed, but the anger was just a flimsy shield to cover the terrifying truth: Archie had reawakened the dormant, passionate fire inside me that Matthew had spent two months trying to beat to death. My body was completely starved, aching, and physically frustrated from my husband’s selfish, two-minute routine. It was already late in the night I still couldn’t find sleep

It was the thing that tore them apart. The third person was one of those men that liked sex and power. He liked sex, but he wasn’t good in the bedroom or anywhere else that they ended up making out. He was very into one thing. Having the idea of having people find them. This wasn’t her ideal thing to do. She wasn’t prudish in the least, but she wasn’t interested in that. The fact she found out that he was also trying to have sex with other women was the deal-breaker.

"I’m looking for the Dante who said we were our own ruin. Was that just another part of the script?" Dante turned then, and the look in his eyes made her breath hitch. It was the "Intimate Sadism" that defined him—a mixture of agonizing desire and a possessiveness so deep it bordered on the divine. He crossed the room in three long, predatory strides, stopping only when his chest was inches from her face.

he groaned, “you have no idea how you undo me. I despise how much I want you. I want to destroy you just to be free from you.” His hand slid down, not touching, but hovering, close enough to steal the air from her lungs. “I WANT TO RUIN YOU SO THOROUGHLY NO ONE— ‘NO ONE’ WILL DARE TRY TO PUT YOU BACK TOGETHER.” He wanted to bite her. To brand her. To devour her until nothing was left but the pieces he owned. “You drive me insane,” he growled against her skin. “And I hate how much your existence drives me crazy.” His hands trembled, not with weakness, but with something darker, more dangerous. Desire laced with hatred. Possession poisoned by pain.

And my new granddaughter. And my crush. But that's not... no. It's not really a crush, like I said. Every time I look at her I have the desire of breaking her. Of having her in a state of anguish only I can fix. Daisy is a twisted desire I have, and Doctor Terrance told me to stay away from those. I don't have the privilege of following my desires or needs because I'm not a normal man. I don't have the correct settings in my brain and I don't know when to stop consuming something I like. I would not be able to keep it casual or good, I would break her for real until there was nothing left.

We don't care about laws limiting their desires for the general order, what else will people go to to maintain their society? The further people go from the origins of nature, the more the sense of balance disappears, to kill more than you can eat, to absorb more than you need. Create something that will destroy thousands of lives, for the sake of your desires. Only a man can kill his own kind, in such quantities. An anomaly of the brain helped a person in a short time to weave his web of technology around the entire planet, burning it with his poison and greed, a consumer world that does not want to live in harmony. A convenient foundation for the development of your world, creatures, an or

I badly want him in between my thighs, eating my pussy in the way I will never imagine. I am aware that my desires are wrong and that I should not engage in sexual activities with my stepfather. I am trying to control my urges, as I know that my mother loves him and wants to marry him. I understand that engaging in sexual activities with my stepfather would be disrespectful towards my mother and harmful to my relationship with her. I had a tried setting boundaries but he has this way of making me cross my boundaries.

I wasn't supposed to desire her in any way or attempt the lengths of sexual activity which we have already crossed a number of times because I couldn't control myself anymore and I merely wanted a taste, just a taste wouldn't hurt. Depraved people were the second type of people to exist in the world and I was one of them. She is beautiful and I am depraved. I shouldn't want to have her to myself and at the same time want revenge against her kind. I can't eat my cake and have it but I was called d'yavol for a reason and when it came to her I really wanted to test my limits on how far I could go to possess someone that I shouldn't. I already married and half-marked her by force just the same w