Empire Of Desire の小説・ストーリー

His lovely face, his sculptured, pouty lips are parted slightly, and his shiny, clean hair is a glorious mess. A strange, aching discomfort stirs inside me. Hmm... is that...Desire. This is desire. This is what it feels like. Only if he were mine. He's the only man who sets my blood racing around my body. Yet, he's so antagonizing too, he's difficult, complicated, and confusing. One time he's rejecting me, the next he's begging me to go back to his palace and be his Empress. I'm tempted to reach out and touch him, but I need to get back to my chambers and get dressed for the last test.

His eyes were burning with so much passion that it made me look down at his supple lips and his throat moved up and down, suppressing himself to kiss me in front of all people that is witnessing how the new Emperor of this land made a former princess and a prisoner as one of his respected and adored concubines. It must be too outrageous for Helena, Sera, and Katrina. About Marian, I looked at her and she was not smiling at all. But she gave me a short nod as if she was welcoming me to the club. “Welcome to my Empire, Eodelle Wycliffe… This is what I told you that you are mine. You can’t get away from me anymore no matter what you do…” “I never agree with this b*llsh*t, Aster. But because you

Tall, commanding, with that dark hair tousled from my fingers. His broad chest rose and fell steadily, betraying no regret. "I knew it was you the moment you said your name. That voice... I've heard it in too many negotiations, plotting my downfall. But under the mask? You were just a woman who begged for my cock." Rage boiled in my veins, but so did the traitorous ache between my legs. My pussy clenched at the memory of him buried deep, stretching me, filling me with his release. How could I want more from the man I hated? The one whose empire I planned to dismantle piece by piece? "This changes everything. Get away from me."

Maybe I just needed someone to hold me. “Don’t touch me, Maya,” he said, pushing me back. I blinked at him, dazed. “Bryan… I love you. I really love you.” “What is wrong with you?” he asked sharply. The woman stood up, crossing her arms. She looked at me like I was trash. “This your so called wife just drink my wige ,” the woman said with a smirk. “It was meant for me and you tonight. It had… something extra in it.” She laughed. “Looks like your wife is more desperate than I thought.”

Desire turned into a curse, not a choice but survival, until release was the only way the body remembered it was alive. I had sold it once, back when I was nothing more than Celestino’s errand boy. I saw what it did. Men begged for it, paid fortunes for it, knowing it would rot them inside out. They called it the “drug of emperors” because it left you drowning in fantasies, unable to tell whether you were f*cking, burning, or dying. By the time the high broke, you weren’t sure what you’d lost: your dignity, your sanity, or your soul. That was Nero’s Kiss. The mafia’s nightmare in a vial.

“I repeat, no woman on the face of this earth deserves to grace my bed” “None of them!” I snorted, my voice deep and stern. Emilia’s eyes went wide with surprise, her breath still as I starred into her eyes intensely. “All these women want just one thing”. “My money!”. “And I will make sure they get all of it.” “You know why?” Emilia shook her head, her face twisted with fear. “Because I will get all the pleasure that I want from them”. “Now, put an end to this foolishness and get back to work”.

I can’t…shouldn’t… But the memory of Emery’s amber eyes, warm and teasing, the feel of her lips—hungry, demanding, electric—made Harper’s resolve crumble. She pressed a hand to her chest, heart hammering, body trembling from the memory. Pride told her to resist. Reason screamed at her to stop. And yet, desire roared louder. There had never been anyone like Emery. Bold, teasing, unapologetically confident, but also vulnerable in the quiet moments. Harper hated how much she wanted her, how desperately she craved the warmth, the closeness, the fire Emery ignited.

Her empire was awake—every facet, every shadow, every secret. And it was ravenous, hungering for more than gold. It wanted everything.

“The tension, the pull… it’s real, Lena. And denying it won’t make it go away.” She swallowed hard, her throat dry, and nodded, unable to find words. The air between them was thick, almost suffocating, charged with anticipation. Every instinct screamed at her to stay professional, to maintain distance, but her body refused to obey. His hand hovered near hers again, tracing an invisible line across the edge of the desk. The teasing proximity made her breath hitch. She knew the line between desire and propriety was blurring, and part of her was terrified. Yet another part, a daring, reckless part, longed to see just how far this temptation could go.

“Because look at you. You’re already burning, Isabella. You can feel it, can’t you?” I swallowed hard. I did. The slow burn of desire, the heat in my thighs, the slick anticipation in my core, it was undeniable. And I wasn’t even touched yet. “You enjoy toying with people,” I said, trying to regain some control, even as my body betrayed me. “I’m not so easily swayed, devil’s son.” “Not easily swayed, hmmm” he repeated, almost mockingly, a dangerous note in his voice. “Good. I like a challenge. I like that fire. That’s what makes this interesting.”