Empire Of Lust Novels & Stories

On the verge of a sexual orgy, lust was driving my young white wife to be fucked by dark strangers. A lone lusty Emma, a naked white woman, was going to have sex with multiple dark cocks of strangers. What was driving them? Was it the lust of seeing a young naked white woman who wanted to be gangbanged? Surely, lust and sexual desire were causing this extreme arousal. Lust, in me seeing my wanton naked wife, was causing my permanent erection, albeit it paled in comparison and color as to what was lined up for Emma.

“He is the founder of the Varmore Empire and its very first emperor. He only planned to rule over Elescaster as a lord but when he met the love of his life, his ambition grew bigger, especially that he was forbidden from pursuing her. She was a princess of another kingdom, but he conquered it and is now a part of the empire. Those witnessed how he got her to marry him said that it was a touching romance that bloomed amidst the warring state of the continent.” “Sounds romantic but not really,” Emery commented, clearly not amused by the story. “What do you mean? That’s the epitome of love itself.” “I’d rather have romance minus the violence. In that way, I would not have to worry every night a

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

RAFAEL POV "Fuck pappi, I want you to ruin me," the client’s deep voice filled the corner of the VIP room. "I’m going to ruin you if you slap some cash on my ass," I said, grinding my hips against his, my fingers wrapped at the base of his shaft. He did not wait, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a stack of hundred-dollar bills. He did not count them. He brought his hand down hard, slapping the cash straight onto my bare butt cheek.

Something, perhaps anger or fear crossed her features since I had struck a nerve but I wasn’t done. I leaned forward again, this time my voice was laced with venom “You act as if the empire belongs to you but you and I know you just lust after something that will never be yours. A woman with a past like yours should be hiding in the shadows, careful about making enemies who would dig up things you’d like to stay hidden” The colour drained from her face and I loved every minute of it. Why did I ever think being soft and easy was the best way to live my life?

“Amber, there’s a man in there, in the private room. He requested your ass specifically. Treat him real nice, baby girl, and bring in that good money,” Love murmured, her voice low and syrupy as she leaned in close. “But… I’m not done with these men here tonight,” I replied, my voice coming out thin. “Fuck them,” she hissed, eyes darting left and right like the walls really did have ears. “Do they look like they could drop a thousand bucks on one fuck? Rumor’s going around that man in there is Jules Empire. Real Jules Empire.”

He suddenly recognized the helpless orphan he had tortured so long ago. Devrim's eyes narrowed. "That is not my name. I am Emperor Devrim, husband to Her Majesty, Empress Aurora and foremost warrior in Valiant. I will defeat you." Ledford was shocked by the revelation. But it changed nothing. This man beneath him must die. The Captain pulled a knife from his belt and leaned back to finish off the Emperor. In a swift movement, Devrim pulled his knees to his chest and kicked Leford with all his might.

Biting her finger playfully, she gave them a sultry glance. Wrath growled. "You tricked us!" Lust chuckled, her laughter smooth and mocking. "Oh, darling," she said, her tone dripping with satisfaction, "Missed me?." Lust leaned back on a nearby rock, crossing her legs deliberately, showcasing the smooth curve of her thighs. A wicked smile played on her lips as her tone turned teasing. "So, what's the grand plan, gentlemen?" she purred, her voice dripping with mockery. Wrath, his jaw tight, snarled, "We break into the palace and take the goddess. Simple as that."

--- Burning Empire Chapter 1 Matteo’s heart hammered like a drum as he slipped through the crowded streets, clutching the small leather pouch tight beneath his coat. The city buzzed all around him — neon signs flickering, voices shouting, music pounding from nearby bars. But Matteo barely heard it. All he could focus on was the pounding in his chest and the sharp, cold weight in his pocket. This was it. His first real score.

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.