Destructive Desires Novels & Stories

The person I wanted in Vanessa’s place was standing there watching the spectacle with a mixture of dread, fear and curiosity. I wanted Helena to suffer a fate much worse than I lived. I wanted her to sink into the lowest of low that she won’t be able to recover from. I wanted her permanently tainted and ostracized from everything and everyone who once regarded her as a goddess. I wanted everyone to know exactly how putrid and rotten her soul was. I wanted her to go mad with despair and die a miserable. She should be the one on her knees and not Vanessa who had acted on her orders.

The red colour on her only whetted his appetite. He wanted her. He wanted to touch her, to feel the velvety texture of her skin. He wanted to tear off the taunting crimson dress off her and pin her against the wall, holding her open as he thrust wildly into her. He wanted to feel her clenching against his thick shaft, to fuck her like a savage. And then, the evil part of him wanted more. The need to inflict pain on her, to tarnish her body, to destroy her for marrying his brother. For the deal, her father came up with. His jaw clenched and hazy clouds of lust replaced with bubbling rage.

As he brushed away my tears, he said, "it will bury you with desires that you either couldn't satisfy or that didn't go undetected." "But what if that buried desire reawakens?" I looked at him with doubt in my eyes. "Perhaps we satisfied our unfulfilled desires, but such fulfillment comes at a steep cost, and the ultimate result is nothing but remorse and regret, "he remarked sadly in response to my question. After hearing his words, I sobbed loudly, "I don't want to fulfill my unfulfilled desires; I just want to live my life properly." Ankur was probably at a loss for words as he tried to calm me down. Perhaps he sensed I needed someone to talk to about my feelings.

His cold voice echoed throughout the unit. "Vladimir," I've never felt so pathetic but my worldly desires have taken over my whole being. I gasped when he suddenly grabbed my neck with his free hand. He wasn't strangling me. He just used enough force to immobilize me. I probably should be filled with fear, but his violence only made my desire grow stronger. I can feel the heat gushing between the apex of my thighs. Damn. It made me even hornier! Dirty images of him slamming into me with his hands wrapped around my neck filled my sick mind. My temperature went up a few notches.

" I called for my wolf, and he literally barked inside my head. "How many times have I had to tell you that you should control yourself?" She was our mate. It was her first time. I tried to knock some sense into you, but no. You demand pure pleasure. You were intoxified, but I was rational. I remember her dread-filled face. Her erratic heart beats. Her stiffness. It is haunting me. It hurts me that the time we had to cherish with her, we wounded her. "But her wolf..." I want to make excuses for my actions, but my wolf is becoming more enraged.

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.

Sadile's body was a canvas, a map of pleasure, and Travis and Jenna were the artists, painting her with their touch, their kisses, their whispered words of encouragement. As the pleasure built, Sadile felt herself teetering on the edge, her body tense with anticipation. She was close, so close, to the precipice, to the moment when everything would come crashing down, when the world would explode in a kaleidoscope of color and sound.

Her thighs squeezed in renewed desire, her core aching in wordless, ardent agony at the sheer liquid intensity of his libidinous promise. Get. A. Grip She mercilessly castigated herself, her knuckles becoming white from the severity of her grip on the phone. This unraveling, shameless desire was neither ethical nor permissible under any conditions! Damien Blackwood was a towering financial genius, a hedonistic ruler, and an unrivaled corporate raptor. However, to her, he eventually represented the single most important means to an infinitely bigger professional purpose. That was all he could ever be. Not some wildly virile siren enticing her into dangerous territory of carnal stupidity. She

My arms shook tremendously and became sweaty. I pushed the ignition. The engine revved once, I switched gears to Drive and floored the accelerator. The tires of my car scraped against the tarred road and screeched when I turned the wheels left and bolted into the highway. I ruined the romantic walk of a couple as they jumped out of the road just in time to avoid getting knocked over by the lunatic behind the wheels of a black BMW SUV. “You will die in an accident!” one of them yelled out. I still drove on. I would rather die in an accident than let this monster out.

For some reason his gaze did not bother me. I looked at the gorgeous fountain once more. It was enticing to say the least, but now I knew how dangerous it was. It had to be one of her games. I saw her the slight twitch near her eye when I did not reach for the fountain again. She probably thought that it would be extremely simple to get my to share my deepest desire, which I was not even sure of what it was, so that she could use it against me in her damn dreamscape. Well, I was not as easily gotten rid of. “Sometimes desires can confuse both the head and the heart. Just because we desire something does not mean it is something we need nor is something we need necessarily something we desire