Empire Of Lust Artinya Novels & Stories

He laughed mockingly, "Just admit it, Wayne…” "Admit what?!" Wayne snorted. "You and Ms. Devon have LQ, right? Lover’s Quarell! That’s why you're becoming a workaholic now." Wayne was stunned by what his friend said. "W-what?! What are you talking about?! LQ? The fuck! For someone who doesn't have a love life like you, you know so much!”

His cock teases my pussy, the heavy head oozing with my juices, pounding my puffy clit. My hands are bound behind me with his silk tie, the fabric digging into my flesh, pumping my heart wildly with fear and lust. The muffled voices on the other side of the shut door—gallery tourists, oblivious to our filth—give me a shiver, my cunt dripping, wetting the box I'm perched upon. Leo's hot breath at my nape, his rigid body against mine, his hard cock tracing along my creases, not inside me, driving me mad. "You're trembling, Emily," he rasps, his throat dry with lust. "Want me to fuck you right here?

She should forget about her embarrassment. She lifted one leg and slung it over his shoulder as she clung even harder to his neck so that she would not fall. She saw the sudden change in his expression. His eyes seemed to be on fire as he stared at her. Does the man still feel lust even if he is no longer erected? She inadvertently moaned when his hand caressed her raised thigh. The warmth of his palms on her skin was making her feel hot. She didn't expect him to kiss her thigh.

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 wet, dirty friction of his hand working inside me was incredibly loud in the quiet room. Every time he pushed deep, a loud, high-pitched sob of pleasure escaped my throat, and my hips lifted off the bed entirely to meet his hand. "Look at me," he ordered, his thumb finding my swollen clit and rubbing it hard, sending electric shocks straight to my core. "Open your eyes and look at me, Blondie." I forced my heavy eyelids open, my vision blurry, completely drugged with lust. "You think this keeps us safe?" he whispered, pumping his fingers faster and harder, driving me to the absolute edge as my legs began to shake.

Filth and Fire Intro; Some cravings are not meant to be tamed. They’re meant to destroy. Vera Leclair was supposed to be off-limits. She is too young, too sweet, too breakable. But Émile Rousseau never cared for rules especially not when they stood in the way of obsession. She walked into his gallery looking for art. She left with a leash around her throat and her soul in his hands. Émile doesn’t love. He owns. A self-made billionaire known for his cold detachment and darker appetites, he keeps his lovers bound in silence used, ruined, forgotten.

“Make the little slut scream around my cock.” He obeyed, hips snapping faster, the confessional creaking under the force. Amelia’s cries grew frantic, her body shaking as another orgasm built. Luca’s own growls turned desperate—“Fuck, she’s milking me… I’m going to fill this holy cunt again!”—his voice rough with raw lust. The scent of fresh arousal sharpened, musky and obscene.

He reminded me, like he suggested, of all the things I forgot about myself since Lance dumped me. For Jian, lust means imprint, not love, I remind myself. But he’s wrong. Maybe that's how I can pay him back. I can show him that lust is lust and when he does imprint, he'll know I'm right. He'll know that imprinting is love at first sight, a binding love, and there is no choice in it. I know I am right, but doing this means I must gamble that my definition is the right one.

He didn’t even bother to wonder that taking away Andrea from his top rank henchman could open some untreated wounds. Power should only be exercised by sober heads. Laude had fallen to the temptation of intoxication and his sexual appetite that should have been cured long before. They say that men with tremendous sexual drive can either turn that energy into achievement or atrocity. Seemed like he embraced both and the latter resulted in his impending downfall.

I finished everything in one go; supervising the human maids and errand boys to do this and that, taking care of the menu for the day, checking the meat business accounting, and checking the overall well-being of the ranch and the main house. It was easy for me to perform this as I have multiples of me ready to do anything. Actually, pieces of me are scattered all over the world to do my job. Being the Prince of Lust, I must maintain my duty as the propagator of sinful pleasures. Lust is a basic instinct of every human. The feeling is already there. I just needed to ignite it, nurture it in order to mature. It is a human's decision what he/she does with it though. Whether to use it through r