Evil Lust Novels & Stories

“But look at you now. A conniving little bitch who helped kill another woman all for what.” “Love?” My vision almost turned red with anger. Across the room, Horace finally stood up slowly. “Enough,” he said with a tired voice, but neither of us listened to him. Elisha kept going, clearly enjoying the way her words got a reaction from me. “Tell me something, Valentina. Was Horace really that good in bed while you were hiding Deja’s murder? Did you feel guilty every time you slept beside him? Did your twisted brain think it was kinky sleeping with the boyfriend after murdering his true love? Did you think about her while he was fucking…”

My voice was a rasp, rough and accusing. “Not at first.” She stepped closer, her body pressing against mine, forcing me back against the wall. The heat of her curves molded to me, her scent—dark, intoxicating, like sin and spice—flooding my senses. “But when the lust is that strong… mutual… it hooks. Drains you slow until you give in. Physically.” “Evil,” I rasped, the word spitting out like venom, even as my body betrayed me, leaning into her touch.

I opened my eyes and looked down. I was so swollen and wet from this unexplainable intensity of pain and pleasure. As I thrust myself with my right fingers, my left hand moved inside my thighs and reached for my clit, rubbing it and drawing imaginary circles around it. "Oh, shit. This is so good," I whispered, closing my eyes. What the hell was I thinking again? I was fantasizing about my father. He's my father! However, he was too attractive to bear any resemblance. He's 33, yet he resembled a 20-year-old version of Eros.

King Erebus was a very cruel, brutal, savage, barbaric, bloodthirsty, murderous, vicious and practically pure evil. Everyone feared him and would shrink back as they bowed when he walked past. He was over a millennium old and still hadn’t found his fated mate, the human half gave in to the grief and loneliness many centuries before allowing the Wolf to have full control.

I ask urgently. “When the day comes that you yield to the woman with hair as dark as night, lips the shade of cherry and skin like milk; when you allow her evil to bleed within you… pay heed, for then, shall you bring doom to the world.” He says, I can see the layer of sweat on his forehead as he struggles, his eyes flickering from green-gold to red. My heart clenches at his words. Evil. Am I evil? I don’t know what to make of that. I refuse to believe that I am… what have I done that is so wrong - that makes me evil?

She didn’t know, not truly, but her dreams had begun to curdle with strange heat, visions of hands not like his, but rougher, mouths that devoured rather than kissed. “They break them open,” Valerius continued, his lips close enough to taste her fear. “They take that sweet innocence and smear it with sin until it’s unrecognizable. Until it begs for more.” He released her, leaving her skin buzzing with something foul and tantalizing. That night, in her canopy bed, Elara touched herself for the first time with purpose, imagining those words as hands on her body. Her own fingers dipped beneath the lace of her nightdress, into the slick heat between her thighs, and she pictured not flowers, but

His stare turned dark, ambushing my face. "You filthy bastard. You dare raise your hand to hit me?" "I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit you," my voice faltered, with my tongue feeling like lead. "I see... are you trying to explain there's some imaginary force that led your hand to my face? Do you realize you're digging your own grave?" His gaze clouded even more, revealing his evil soul. Elvira, a bigger shit than two tons of manure, cocked her head to the side, breaking into a burst of ugly laugh that made me want to punch her botox-infested face.

And in this symphony, I am the conductor, the architect of despair, reveling in the depths of my devilish happiness. The intensity of Julie's terror only serves to stoke the fire within me, igniting a hunger for power and control that knows no bounds. I watch as her defiance wavers, her spirit beginning to crumble under the weight of my malevolent presence. This is my realm, my dominion, and she is but a pawn in my twisted game.

"Alright. Stop begging. Just keep her name out of your filthy mouth." Val nodded. "Why don't you make better use of it?" he unzipped his pants and took his erection out. Talking about Elisa made him hard again, and Val was the best he could get right now. "Open up, bitch." "Anything you want," she whispered and did as she was told. He grabbed her hair and shoved his cock all the way to the back of her throat, and fucked her while imagining it was Elisa's hot and sweet mouth instead. ****