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!”

she notes, stopping short. "What did you buy?" I ask, closing the laptop. "Spices. A blanket. Jewelry for Gianna. And this." She pulls out a small painting wrapped in brown paper. It’s a seascape...the water is impossibly blue, the brushstrokes loose and hurried. "How much?" I ask, my internal appraiser already devaluing the amateur work. "Does it matter?" She crosses her arms. "You overpaid. How much, Isabella?" A pause. "Twenty-two thousand euros."

"I bet your cunt is just begging for attention right now, craving my tongue to plunge into it, to give you the pleasure you have wanted since that day in your office." My body shakes and a moan escapes my mouth. I need to escape, I need to escape, I need to escape. I keep repeating the words to myself, trying to find the strength to refuse. I feel his mouth against my ear again, a low growl escaping his lips. "Your cunt would be dripping and begging to be eaten like my favourite desert." I feel his hand go to my knee, my body relaxing. "It is now, isn't it, princess?" The word princess snaps me out of it, stand I knock the items over on the table.

He could feel himself drowning in the pool of lust called Grey Ray and he doesn't know how to get out. How to survive in his attacks. Ray slowly pulled away, his eyes settling on the brunet who's panting heavily, lips swollen and parted. "This is just the start, Justin. Run now, if you want to." Ray whispered, his eyes dark with lust and hunger for the brunet. Justin bit his lower lip, his head in a hazy state. He doesn't know anymore. All he wants is to give in. And that's what he did. Justin claimed his lips.

He grabbed both her wrists in one massive hand and slammed them above her head. “You think you can just pack a bag and run from me?” he growled, voice low and vicious against her ear. “This pussy is mine. You belong exactly where I put you—under me, taking my cock like the angry little slut you are.”

Leila mutters “Okay let’s go” Emily replied happily. Inside the bedroom, Emily and Leila throw clothes around, “I don’t have anything that is giving sexy vibe and all. I need to get a life outside of work. All my clothes are basically work and corporate wears. I’m still in my prime for goodness sake” “Chill Leila, we have not been looking for long. Franny can wait a little longer.

Elara watched the city breathe from the penthouse window. Night lights blinked like promises that never kept. The room smelled of lemon and old perfume. Glass and steel held everything together up here. It fit Adrian—clean, sharp, cold. He came in without knocking. He moved like a man used to being obeyed. He took off his coat and did not look at her. He poured himself a drink with hands that did not tremble. “Elara.” His voice had no heat. “We sign tonight.”

she said, voice trembling despite her attempt at control. Lucian’s smirk softened into something more genuine, almost unreadable. “Space is a luxury in our world, Sienna,” he murmured. “And yet, you make it hard for me to enforce it.” Sienna exhaled sharply, the tension coiling in her chest making her feel simultaneously alive and terrified. She walked away, each step deliberate, her mind spinning with the reality of him—the danger, the allure, the undeniable attraction.