Novel & Cerita Hair-raising Desires Novel

Warning: This is not your regular soft romance.This is the kind of forbidden collection that ruins self-control. Within these pages you will find stories of people who know better… but choose to break the rules anyway. Temptation becomes obsession,chemistry becomes addiction. Forbidden connections that start with a single look and end with someone on their knees, begging for more. In the heat of forbidden desires you will encounter characters who cross every line they swore they would never cross, therefore surrendering to their deepest, wettest desires. Neighbors who watch in the dark. Professors who turn private lessons into something far more dangerous. Bosses who demand complete sur

His cologne, sexy and masculine swirls around me, and combined with the low lighting of the bar and the light music playing, it’s the most carnal aphrodisiac. Maybe I could just climb into his lap. “Do you want me to tell you what I’m thinking?” He asks and I realize I never answered his question. I nod, not knowing what my voice will sound like or if the words that leave my mouth would be, ‘Fuck me on this bar right now, please.’ “That I wish we’d just gone back to the room after dinner because I can’t stop thinking about fucking you in only those sexy as fuck heels.” My toes attempt to curl in my shoes in response to his words. “That I want to eat your cunt until you fucking scream.”

The last thing I want is for Samantha to walk in on me sneaking through her stuff; she already has trust issues as it is. My eyes catch on a notebook; it looks like a diary. It has the inscription, Dark stories by twisted minds, do not open. I pick the book up, my curiosity instantly piqued. I rise from my squatting position to sit on the edge of the bed. I flip through the pages to see how many there are, and it's well gone, over 500 pages. I should drop the book out of the room the same way I worked out, but I can't.

She must have exhausted herself with all that training. I moved quietly into the room, intending to just take the book so it didn’t fall and wake her. My hand closed around the spine, lifting it carefully. The cover made me pause. A shirtless man with a woman pressed against a wall, his hand tangled in her hair. The title was something generic…“Forbidden Desire” or some shit like that. It was an explicit romance novel. I almost smiled. My little sister, reading dirty books. It was kind of adorable, actually.

The room smelled of sandalwood and leather, faint notes of his cologne clinging to the air. Claire sank onto the chair, legs crossed, and tried to steady her racing thoughts. The fantasy she had clung to all week—the raw ownership, the surrender—was finally within reach. “So,” he said, leaning casually against the doorway, “what is your desire?” “To be retired… and owned,” Claire whispered, her voice trembling slightly, the confession leaving her vulnerable yet exhilarated. His gaze sharpened, a small, approving smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “Do you know what you’re asking for?”

She hurriedly asked before he could ask another question, Draven nodded in response and she cleared her throat. “Why did you ask me to read a book based on BDSM?” She asked and he didn't give her a response, all he did was stare at her and tap his fingers repeatedly on the table. “What do you think?” He asked back and Xalia froze. Is it what she is thinking?

However, getting a boyfriend when you are not yet ready is not a good thing to do. "You know I am not yet rea—" she did not let me continue what I was going to say and she already cut me off on that part. "You are not yet ready? Girl, you will never be ready if you will not get in touch with someone. I know we are supposed to wait for the right one but waiting sometimes needs action too. How can you maintain your desires if you will just keep on waiting? Fish will not jump on your boat by themselves, you need to make a bait and catch them," Haira said before I could speak my mind up. I sighed and rolled my eyes at her. This girl will never let me win on these kinds of arguments.

I don't have any pending assignments right now, so I thought I'd read a story on the Good Novel app first. Ever since I couldn't buy physical books anymore, I started reading different stories about fantasy and romance on this app. At least I'm having fun, especially when I'm stressed out over school work and other stuff. I'm reading Miss Thinz's story Her Ruthless Alpha because I love Erdy and Zerra's story. I hope I can find a man like Erdy. They're not just handsome and rich, but they're also really loving and caring. But those kinds of men can only exist in novels.

“But I’ll spare you if you get down on your knees and beg with your mouth.” I looked up at him and our eyes locked in a curious gaze, my breath slowing as my chest rose and fell. He knew I wanted him and he wanted me too. I’ve always wanted Ryan to know what I taste like and I don’t want my mother to find out about my dirty secrets. My lips parted slightly as tension built inside me. I got down on my knees slowly, my movements careful, my knees pressing against the floor as his gaze stayed locked on mine. My hands hovered for a second before settling.

I hurried past the bar, my eyes met those of the Bartender and there was a glow in his eyes I hadn’t noticed before. “Are you okay?” he said. I shook my head. I felt my temperature rise and a slight ache was creeping up my joints. My muscles started to feel tense. My hair pores started to look like big rashes and they itched as the hairs on my body began to grow longer. My palms began to expand as my nails extended further. My ears felt like they were drawn out. I could hear the slightest sound of a foot leaving the ground, a house fly buzzing, frantic heartbeats and drinks getting poured into cups. The music became almost a hundred times louder. I could nearly hear people’s thoughts and fee