Romans & histoires Empire Of Desire

🌃🌃🌃 Emily tossed and turned on her bed, unable to sleep. "Hmph," she sighed in frustration. First and foremost, she needed to suppress the feelings that were starting to develop for the attractive god-like figure she had encountered. There was no way they could ever be together... Initially, there had been a glimmer of hope, but now that she’d discovered that he was the CEO of Empire World Corporation, the hope had to die. The CEO would never be involved with someone like her, a mere lowlife. Secondly, she would rather quit her job than engage in any conflict. She didn’t get in the industry for any war.

– In which they said, whenever they could, love and desire as the greatest style in the real world. At that time, when even Margot laughed at the sight of the businessmen almost naked, selling sex in the stores. And she, as they said, I dress as if I were a character from a harem from an Arabian tale, from a sultan. Even if they were even if I don't pretend anything, they were never themselves, in that there, but with clothes more in keeping with the environment, which were almost nothing. In this great tourist town, called Elysium, where the great luxury hotel, called the Desires, was located, there was a group of rich people having a good time.

She played with her fingers in her lap, her eyes refusing to meet mine. "My name is Emerald and I'm the the Princess of Wales." She said. My hands curled under her chin and I lifted her face to meet mine. "Wow, your name effectively captures your beauty." I told her. A tinge of pink rushes to her cheek, "Thank you." She says. "The way it matches the colour of your eyes, your jet black hair, pale skin and the most tempting cherry red lips I've ever seen." I continue. She blushes harder this time too shy to say a word.

“I know because the moment I saw her I knew she was the one. She was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. She’s the one that will make it with me to the end of my days. Till my hair turned white.” The Emperor gasped at his words. Then he thought about when he saw Crown Prince’s mother. How beautiful she was when he saw her. How he wanted her to love him, but she never did. Every night when he would go to her, how she would shudder at his touch. How she would deny her body to him. How he had to force her to even lay with her. How angry he was when she refused to be with him no matter how many nights, he spent with her. No matter what he did, she didn’t love him back.

Those eyes… dark, molten, furious… never left hers. He hated being defied. And she—she lived to ignite him. Emily's heartbeat thundered like war drums. Her thoughts shattered, scattered like shards of glass. Every nerve in her body sparked with maddening anticipation. She didn’t just want a kiss anymore—she craved a collision. Her skin screamed to be touched, claimed, punished. His yearning wasn't tender; it was brutal, desperate—like he wanted to possess her soul, to leave his mark in every way that mattered. Not soft. Not sweet. But wild, fierce, merciless…

He asked. Emily felt her body grow excited at the familiar aura of the demon. While Nimalaya and Gama engage in sexual activities, these two are the amplifiers of their ecstasy. They are the drive and mood. They are the desires and the lust. Facing each other is a bad idea. Although Nimalaya had found Joel, she could contain her desire and keep it for their mate alone, but for Emily, she is a loose creature of every darkest desires and could only be contained when merged with Nimalaya.

Emperor Claus knew how it felt to be cheated on so he would never do it to Emery, who had to see her ex-husband being in love with another woman. Only then, Emery noticed that the emperor was once again lost in his own world of thoughts. She could not really tell what was bothering him, but there was one thing she could do. She approached him and intertwined her fingers on his before pulling him along with her until they reached the east wing of the mansion. “Your Imperial Highness,” she said as they halted in front of his room. “I will give my best shot in the competition… Only if you want me to be your empress. But if you want it to be someone else, then just tell me okay?”

A self-made billionaire known for his cold detachment and darker appetites, he keeps his lovers bound in silence used, ruined, forgotten. But Vera isn’t like the others. She doesn’t run. She doesn’t break. She begs and it drives him insane. Behind closed doors, she’s on her knees for him, Spanked, gagged, fucked until she forgets her name. In public, she’s the perfect temptation his hidden sin wrapped in innocence. What starts as a game of power and filth quickly spirals into something deeper. Need turns to addiction. Possession turns to madness and when Émile realizes he can’t let her go without tearing the world apart, he does the only thing he knows.

After a few minutes of heavy silence, the conversation began. He opened the conversation by explaining the nature of the contract. “One year of contract marriage. No feelings, no intimacy, no sex. Just total control over you and public appearances.” He paused briefly before continuing. “Isabella, let me tell you briefly about myself. From day one, I don’t believe in love, and I rarely have feelings for anybody.” He paused again. “The sole purpose of this contract marriage is to secure the empire for me, because my grandfather demanded I get married before he hands over the empire to me. My days are numbered. I was given 30 days to get married or lose the empire.”