Empire Of Desire Novels & Stories

Her legs levered in the air; she was trying to wrap herself around Kurayami's hips. - Don't do that. - Asked amidst the arching of his back and the frantic thrusts in and out, and his constant screams for each thrust a scream. The bed began to sway and with each stroke and thrust and back and forth he gasped and arched to see stars and the emperor of Akropolis swearing in love, sucking on his neck, and taking his lips in between his screams. He was very emotional when having sex, possessive and he liked to give orders in bed.

The twentieth wish was that she could bring war, the end of each race and with it, when the end of a race would be twenty years after its arrival in the dimension and planet it passes through. The twenty-first wishes everything she wrote would come true and the fights caused would bring the third and fourth world wars within twenty years of each other. The twenty-second wishes, the more people died and suffered, the more money she got, the more she got rich. The twenty-third wish, was that she would not declare income tax on what she received, would not be discovered and would not give satisfaction of her earnings and benefits. The twenty-fourth wish discovered that the imperial advisor plan

It was where he seduced an affinity of women, between witches, magical beings and ordinary women, had time together, had sex, when he found out they were pregnant due to their numerous affinities of disguises he ran away never to be found, returning to the Asian Colonies of the Eastern Kingdoms, or staying for a while in the Colonies of the Galactic Kingdoms. Because of this, women eventually ended up literally finding him with children, even though he had an agreement with Hianlua, who had unlimited potential for her to arrange dates with his numerous mistresses. - So, what are your businesses? The woman questioned him. - I want you to feed on my lovers and my children. He spoke. - Why? The

So many failed attempts to take down Zavier and Caspian. Heavy footsteps echo behind me. When we step into the open, the space changes. The penthouse comes into view. Chandeliers. Red carpets. Rare antiques. Expensive art lining the walls. Zavier’s taste. Just like his father, obsessed with wealth, power, and control. I follow the bodyguard up the staircase toward the top floor. No footsteps follow behind me. I turn.

“The one who leaves bruises on your hips. The one who fucks you like he owns you.” Elara yanked her hand away. His cock stood half-hard now, thick and heavy. She stepped back until she hit the wall. “How do you know about that?” she asked, voice breaking. Dante sat up slowly. “I make it my business to know things. Especially about the only woman who can touch me without pain.” Elara’s heart hammered against her ribs. Wetness soaked through her panties. The fear should have made her run. Instead, it made her want to step closer.

The word empire hung between them, toxic and true. His control snapped. He moved around the desk, not to hit her, but to invade, to dominate the space. “Including you?” he echoed, his voice raw. “You are the empire! You are the reason it exists! I tore my family apart for you! I became a pariah, I fought my father, I let Liam walk away, all for you! And now you want to… to what? Play shop with a few thousand dollars and act like you’re independent? This,” he gestured wildly around the penthouse, at the skyline beyond the window, “this is your independence! The power to change things on a scale that matters!”

The fire crackled in the hearth, casting shifting shadows across the glass floors and naked bodies still marked by sweat and friction. Emily sat curled in a leather armchair, her bare skin glistening with the remnants of pleasure, legs pulled up lazily beneath her. Her hair was damp against her shoulders, her lips swollen from kisses not given in love but in dominance. The flickering firelight bathed her body in a gold-red hue, making her look like something forged in the heart of the blaze. A tablet rested in her lap, casting a cooler glow. On the screen: chaos. BREAKING: George Kings Accused of Bigamy — Shocking Revelation of Secret Second Marriage

I clenched my thighs together in an attempt to squelch down the desire to climb on top of him and run my fingers through the light sprinkling of midnight black curls on his chest and absorbing the pleasurable heat of his Kai-scented skin against mine. Argh!!! Bloody hell! I was getting wet just thinking about it! There was a dull aching throb forming between my legs and that's when I realized there was seriously something wrong with me. I was turning into a freaking pervert! And I was so totally blaming Kai for this because he was the one that had made me enjoy sex so much! And he was the one that was made of rock hard sexiness! And he was the one who let me go to sleep without satisfying a

Caio whispered to the empty office, “there will be no legacy. No company. Just ashes and a name no one will want to pronounce.” He realized the magnitude of his mistake. His emotional immaturity hadn’t only caused him to lose the woman he desired; it had led him to neglect the monster growing in his own house. While he played the wounded billionaire, André and his corrupt directors had been using the empire as cover for crimes he would have condemned in any competitor. He stared into the mirror of his soul and saw the rot of a cursed empire that he himself had financed with his indifference and arrogance.

She came again and again, her voice breaking on incoherent shouts. “AAHH!!! GUOO~” Each climax was a surrender, a tearing down of another wall until nothing of the proud queen remained. There was only Emilia, the woman, shaking and sobbing with a pleasure so intense it bordered on agony. Her body ached under my hands, under my mouth, under the relentless, unyielding force of my desire. But her spirit… her spirit was no longer her own. It was irrevocably bound to me, reshaped, remade. It was the most profound political annexation I had ever conducted.