Empire Of Desire の小説・ストーリー

Zhang, Zor Empire. As/A: 3085. An Epitome of love, lust and desire. "Sealed with a Kiss" are sacred, and so is laying, enslaved to a woman's Lechery; caught between the perfume of her breast and warm embrace. Climaxing in erupting pleasure, but yet in pain, pain upon the sight of the flowing streams of blood and corpse... Washed down by greed and sins of men who wanted more, but Valued less.

Fierce, desperate, and all-consuming. His empire, his fortune—none of it mattered. He’d burn it all down for her. She had shattered his perfectly ordered life, leaving chaos and wildfire in her wake. The passion between them was forbidden, unstoppable, and as dangerous as the enemies closing in. He didn’t just crave her. He would risk everything—his future, his sanity, his very soul—for the woman who had become his greatest desire. * * * * Chapter 1 SADIE

She’d always known there was more to him, but she’d never known she’d be craving more of him. Emily’s eyes fell to his lap. Her throat tightened. Scott caught her gaze. “It’s all yours if you want it,” Scott said. The words instantly shot sensation throughout her body. They unlocked a feeling she didn’t know she had. A feral, uncontrollable, hungry desire. She just wanted to devour him. Emily approached Scott’s desk and moved around to his chair. They locked gazes. The intense vibration of desire was the only thing between them. Emily pushed Scott gently. He landed in the chair.

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

his voice is seductive. Anastashia closed her eyes as if she didn't like what he said. She was right, even after many years passed, her desire for this man was still there. Even though she had been angry for a longer time now, the heat in her body prevailed more. As if in an instant, everything disappeared and it was replaced by an overwhelming desire for Arthuro. Anastashia, will you stop yourself? She asked herself. "Stop being yourself, Arthuro!" she insists but she was just lying to herself.

Every chapter had mattered. But none of them had defined me alone. Pierce found me there as the sun began to set. “You came here for the ending,” he said. “No,” I replied. “For the truth.” “And what is it?” I looked out across the water. “That the empire was never the company.” He nodded slowly. “What was it then?” I turned toward him, smiling gently. “The empire was the woman who refused to disappear.” We walked back home under a sky painted with the last colors of sunset.

They were the same thing. The "empire" was not any longer a solitary fortress of personal power, built upon secrecy and the promise of being exposed as a fraud. It was this: a partnership, an open building built with the man he loved, its foundation their combat-hardened trust and its purpose the dissemination of Jonah's life's work. The passion was not a distraction from the empire; it was the empire's driving force and its center.

"At least not without it being in my control. - He said. - I'm a crazy and bored old man, in which for having challenged the four great emperors, all because for them it should be fun not being able to feel the pleasure of the flesh, the pleasure of life, I just need to feel the pleasure, something I can't. - He said. - I desired immortality, I arrived with the armies of that foolish emperor who dared to think that I would help him, I faced the four great emperors, they saw my power, they saw my potential, instead of rewarding me for my talent, they cursed me, me, and my followers. - Instead of simply being immortal, they created a prophecy, yes, I am immortal, but I cannot feel the pleasure

He deliberately moved his hips slowly, teasingly. It was torture. Having what she wanted so close, but unable to enjoy it. "Daddy, please have mercy on me," she entreated, her gaze wanton, her tone lustful. "What kind of mercy?" he asked, still penetrating slowly. "The kind where I have no choice but to sing the songs of lust," she responded frantically. "Don't beat around the bush, Willie," he upbraided. "Daddy, have mercy on my cunt and give it the proper fuck it deserves," she clarified with a lustful gaze that didn't shy away from meeting his heated one.

But now - everything was disappearing from her, and all she wanted was to sink into the ground and disappear. Because she couldn’t say no. It was her duty to obey, without question, without hesitation - “No. But I want her to keep me company today.” The wave of relief that flooded through her felt like fire and ice at once, and she thought her chest was going to tear open. She didn’t even mind that he’d just demanded her company as if she were an escort. “I have a trained harem for that,” drawled the Emperor. “They’d be much better. Or you can try the unbroken ones if that’s what you prefer?”