Destructive Desire Novels & Stories

The harsh slapping of our skin, his seriousness in digging into me, and my moans of pleasure were the only things I desired at this moment. “Liam, can you fuck me until I have no strength left?” I whispered, putting an arm around his neck. “Sure,” he increased the speed of banging me, and I moaned in great delight. “I want to fuck you every day if possible, stepsis,” he said before kissing me deeply. We both know what we’re doing was impermissible, but we just couldn’t help it. We’d already tasted the bait and, like fish, we’d been hooked. We couldn’t stop now. Even if this path led straight to destruction, at least it was a pleasurable path.

Something that provokes every dark instinct in me. Whatever this is, it is not pure or kind. It is not romantic or divine. There is nothing soft about it. It is dangerous and disturbing. I do not love Lisa. I cannot love anyone. That part of me has been dead for years. Maybe since childhood or maybe I never had it to begin with. We never dated. We never connected emotionally. But the desire I feel for her is not normal. It is hunger. A pull that makes it hard to fucking breathe sometimes.

"Inside, I'm him. The wanting that becomes rage. The love that becomes possession. The—" "The what?" "The destruction." He said it simply, the recognition that had been building since the locker, since the blood, since the moment he became what he feared and survived it and couldn't forget it. "Dante and I. We're not different. We both destroy what we love because we can't survive its freedom. We just—" He stopped, found the distinction. "We just do it differently. Publicly versus privately. Rage versus architecture. But the same. The same messed up, not finished, still trying."

"You will. Because you have no choice. And because deep down, a part of you wonders what it would feel like. To let go of everything. To no longer be responsible. To be nothing but an object. An object of desire and punishment." His words are poisoned arrows finding their target. It's my most shameful secret, this unhealthy fascination with surrender, with loss of control. How does he know? "I hate this," I whisper. "Hate and desire are Siamese twins, Célia. You cannot have one without the other." He leans in, his lips so close to my ear that his breath caresses my skin.

I despised how I always succumbed to his every caress. "You just can't resist, can you?" Jeremy's voice dripped with lust as his eyes locked onto mine. I wanted to rebuke him, but my body betrayed me, responding eagerly to his every touch. Before I could utter a word, he captured my lips in a ravishing kiss, leaving me breathless. In his kisses, I could feel desire and longing, mingled with his dominance and arrogance. Part of me yearned for it to stop, but I couldn't bring myself to halt him.

“They’re too close. Too tied to my life. If I let myself want them, everything changes.” Another pause. “And does that frighten you,” the guide asked, “or does it feel inevitable?” Elias’s throat tightened. “Both.” The guide’s hand withdrew then, not abruptly, but deliberately, as if creating space for the truth Elias was circling. “You’ve been taught that desire must be justified,” the guide said. “Earned. Sanitized. Approved.” Elias nodded. “Yes.” “But desire isn’t a verdict,” the guide continued. “It’s information.”

She said, and I wondered about her twisted mind. How could they have successfully hidden their truth from Chloe and James? How could they have hidden it from the Moons? "Just kill me because I won't do it," I said to her, ready to die because I knew being with Caspian would break James, and that was what they wanted. The bitch knew how he felt about me, and they wanted to hurt him deeply. I was irrelevant to them, just a piece of entertainment, a tool. I looked at my mother, and I was disgusted by her.

"Tell me what you want. What you really want, your deepest dirty desires that you never voiced" She bites her lip, her face flushing red with embarrassment. "I-I want you to take control," she whispers, her voice shaking. "To do whatever you want with me." Kade's eyes widened, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. He had fantasized about this moment countless times, but nothing could prepare him for the reality of it. He had dreamed of being able to fulfill Lily's deepest desires, of bringing her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. Her admission sparked a flame within him, and he knew instantly that he would stop at nothing to satisfy her every craving.

Desire finished her work and decided to leave the office early. She felt a sense of accomplishment, but as she walked to her car, a nagging feeling crept into her mind. She brushed it off, attributing it to the stress of the day. Climbing into her vehicle she started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot, unaware of the danger that awaits her. While driving she thought about how her uncle Chase would make his revenge on her. She knows him so much that she believes that he won’t give up without a fight. His undying ambitions turned him into an unstoppable storm that would destroy her peaceful life.

"Mr Fred, I called you in here to discuss a matter with you" "What is it?" Fred asked. "It's about the patient. I think she is suffering from PTSD, posttraumatic stress disorder. It's a condition that occurs after experiencing a tragic loss. The patient just lost the two people closest to her. I advise she should not be left alone at this critical time as she might want to hurt herself. She should be surrounded by family" "Thank you doctor. I perfectly understand that. I'll make sure she's never left alone" "You're welcome. You can go see her now" the doctor said.