Novel & Cerita Destructive Desires

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 moaned under his touch as his hand moved down my thigh, caressing every inch of my skin as I grabbed his hair. The kiss was growing into something more aggressive in that state of act. We both couldn’t control what we were feeling. But after a lot of struggles, we pulled apart. “You’re sweet, Hailey. I’ll have to control my thirst for you.” Jace winked as he smiled. “What if I say, don’t?” “What do you mean?” “What if I say that I don’t need you to control your thirst around me? What if I say that I...I...that I want you.”

I couldn't tell her I forgot to add that tiny little detail of me telling him by name Ariana studied me for a long moment, then sighed. “Well, that’s creepy. Sexy, but creepy.” I laughed softly, shaking my head. “That’s the problem. He’s both.” The words hung between us for a beat too long. Because what I didn’t tell Ariana — what I couldn’t tell her — was how my mind wasn’t racing because of fear. It was racing because of desire. A dark, raw kind of want I didn’t recognize.

I just don’t want to, and as I am, I want to focus only on my passion. And yes! that jerk and damn Kade who tried to raped me before when I was in college was the reason why I am fearful of having an interest in any man-to entering into a so-called relationship. Ugh! What damn trash thoughts! Throwing out my thoughts. "W-what is it?" I wondered. "If you don't mind, can I have dinner with you?" Holy crap! He wants me to have dinner with him? I sighed first before I let out a word. "I cannot promise.." I said straight on his face.

"T-Tank you. You don't look bad yourself, Callan." He cringed, and I laughed. " How do you know it's me?" He asked me surprise. I stuttered and blushed. He chuckled. "It's okay. I hate that name." My brows furrowed. "What Callan?" "I don't know it's just.. I know I don't really know you but, my dad has been hard on me with his company's, and it becomes stressful you know? I'm his last option, and I couldn't deny the offer." I nodded, and he continued. "My older brother Zamiel denied my dad's offer because he had a passion for singing, and second-oldest brother Stab, is pursing his acting career and taking care of his son and his wife." He licked his full pink lips as he stared up at the sky.

“I can’t stop you. Even if it destroys me.” Louis kissed her hard, and she knew this night wasn’t the end. It was only the beginning. “This wasn’t the end. It was only the beginning of a love that would ruin them both because Desires don't fade with distance. It only waits for the door to open again.” THE END

Verse in the purest sense—equal, switching, giving and taking without keeping score. I ended up on top again, kissing down his neck, sucking fresh marks over the old ones from last night. “You drive me fucking crazy,” I muttered against his skin. “On the field. In this room. I’ve spent three seasons wanting to destroy you.” Marcus arched under me, hands running through my hair. “Same. Thought hating you was easier than admitting I wanted you under me… or on me.” His voice dropped, vulnerable for the first time. “I don’t actually hate you, Jax.”

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.

It feels like he's possessing me completely, like he's taking absolute control over my being, over my entire soul, claiming every inch of me for himself. No matter how much I know this is wrong, I still keep on craving it. No matter how much he's destroying me, making me feel like this is too much for my entire being to bear, I still keep on craving more of it. I want him to continue overwhelming me like this. I want him to continue destroying me, breaking me apart and remaking me. God, it's fucking helpless. I'm helpless against this need, this desperate hunger for him.

The ones that got away from the light, seeking revenge among their own kind, hurting the innocent, craving to rule over their bodies like cows for slaughter. I am the god of destruction, the bringer of death and despair. I will not just destroy buildings, the soil, the physical bodies, I will destroy their minds, twisting them in ways they could not deem possible. They will scream for me to rid myself of their mind, but I only laugh at their pathetic cries of absolution of fear.