Destructive Desires 소설 & 이야기

‘Sit up ren make this fucker burn’ Phoenix says with malice in her voice. So I try and it works as I look around the room I spot Levi in the corn of the room with fear and joy in his eyes. “How dare you” I growl out. But my voice doesn’t even sound like my own. “ y…you n.needed t.to c.come h.home” he studders out. A deep menacing growl come from deep in my chest making the joy leave his eyes. As I take a step towards him. My body fully engulfed in flames with many colors mixed in.

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.

She shook her head multiple times. "Hehehehe...hurt me? Joy I think you underestimate my capabilities." "It's not that Taylor, he is also a mafia, he is a dirty man Taylor, you wouldn't want to get involved with such I will take care of it." "Hmmm.... Joy don't underestimate what I am capable of doing for you. I don't care what he is, I can end him with a snap of my fingers if you allow me." Joy saw anger as well as something still unknown to her in his eyes, she felt assured whenever she saw that look.

“The alliance is bigger than whatever is happening at that table. You understand me.” “I understand you.” He looked at me for one more second. “I wouldn’t want you to end up like your brother.” He was quiet for a moment. “Dante could’ve been someone great but as every day goes by — I think maybe he deserved what he got.” I paused for a moment and looked out the window.

"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.

(Her POV; His POV threaded through the final movement) Desire doesn’t arrive fully formed. It tests the ground first. After the fracture, after the quiet, it comes in fragments—sensations more than sentences. A pull toward light in the afternoon. An impatience with conversations that orbit usefulness. A sudden irritation when I hear myself explaining choices that don’t need explaining. These are not cravings. They’re refusals. Refusals to keep translating myself into palatable reasons.

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

The whole day after Mom announced her trip, I was a mess. Every time I looked at Alexander, my body reacted against my will. My pussy would throb, remembering how his fingers felt inside me the night before. I kept scolding myself in my head. *This is so wrong. He’s married to your mother. He’s your stepfather. What kind of daughter are you becoming?* But no matter how much I tried to fight it, the ache between my legs only got worse. I still really wanted to see him but I couldn't as Mom stayed over. I'm starting to crave him and he hasn't even fucked me yet. I shouldn't even be thinking about this. He's twice my age and married to my mother.... But it sure feels so fucking good. I want mor

He bit my ear and said in a low voice, "I would love to hear my name in them the most." And once again I let myself be defiled by him because there's nothing I can do, I have to comply with his desires. I lost myself in his vicious acts but they aren't vicious at all; they were gentle, but to me they are menacing and toxic because I can keep up with his desires but the gentleness that invokes unwanted emotions in me; They are unbearable. They are horrendous. If he marries for desires, then why stop those urges? It's almost like he can't hurt me, even if he wants to, the most incomprehensible thing ever.

In that bar, seeing the predatory look, I already knew the danger he represented the ferocious animal looking for a fight at the height, one which I felt the challenge to provide, I tried uselessly to believe that it was dangerous for my plans, to undo the constant desire. I was completely wrong, Dragon is a ball of destruction ravaging every wall firmly built to protect something I thought I lost long ago, a part of me I never imagined needing, wanting, or wanting, taking over a forgotten space and appropriating the deepest avaricious miseries of my soul in wanting to have him and keep him just for pleasure.