Hell Lust Novels & Stories

The game of lust hasn't started yet, and she was crushed under his shadow like an ant. Her silence- obedience was a tempting invitation to his sinful attentions. "I swear it Hazel_ ", he hummed seductively, pouring kisses on her nape, and continued to fullfill his unholy desires, his hands were fondling with her breast on the front. As if the time was against her tranquil, her heart beat frantically under her rib. Her legs melt like jelly, as her surroundings got glassy. The saga of his revenge was breaking her successfully, the way he had craved to destroy her.

She was feeling humiliated and wronged yet again. The arousal didn't subsided but she felt used by her own desires. She started to struggle herself free as anger coursed through her veins. She had enough of this! Her frustration was growing and she felt tears coming out. Her lips quivered but she bit her lips hard. She didn't want to feel vulnerable before him. Sebastian was making her feel weak each time yet her body was obeying him like he was the soul master of it. He had a weird charm on her body as if he had every right to torment her and humiliate her. And she couldn't even deny she loved it.

Lucifer saw Daniel start to put the pieces together, and smiled. “ See, this beautiful young woman here,” Lucifer said, pointing at Louise. “ Is Lust she is one of my many angels, but she is special, she is one of the seven mostly deadly sins you could ever commit. Daniel meet Lust.” He finished trying to stop himself from laughing. “How could you? I loved you. You said you would marry me.” Daniel weeped. “Sorry, hunny. You were just a name on a list. You were an excellent lay though. But it was just a job.” Lust answered.

Everyone present focused their gaze on the women, their eyes sparking with lust, surely, it would be nice to have a taste of the wealthy Cara, she was rendered useless, but they could explore her body, and that has only brought their hormones high. "Let me have her." A deep crispy voice sounded from the other angle of the room, the slightly old man picked up the glass, and stared at the figure scrawling on the floor, his eyes sparking with lust. "I want her!" Another voice boomed out. Lucas just stared, his hands on his hip, before he snickered, at the men, lust could really tend to render one useless, but was there a difference between lust and love? You crave for someone, and yet you want

"You were together. Intimate. I felt it. Through my abilities." Trina went pale. "Hope, sweetheart..." "The Architects felt it too. They're watching everything. They say desire without commitment shows human weakness. That lust without love proves we're base creatures." "It wasn't just lust," Nickey said. "Then what was it? Love? Because the Architects want to know. They're asking me directly. Is what you have love or obsession? Connection or addiction? Your answer affects their judgment." Nickey and Trina looked at each other. The question neither wanted to face.

I say, visibly agitated by my own body’s betrayal, “I hate you.” Lazarus’s eyes darkened with desire, “You might hate me, but your body certainly doesn’t.” He palms my pussy through the lace, smiling wickedly, “Bellatrix, do you know how fucking addicting this scent is? It’s like cherries, wine and dark chocolate – enough to drive a man wild.” “Well, you aren’t a man but a beast.” “That I am sweetheart and don’t forget it.” He affirmed arrogantly, pressing the pads of his fingers against the soaked spot.

“Yes. Exactly like that.” His erection pulsed, pressing painfully against his zipper. His eyes roamed over her shamelessly, devouring the sight of her spread open. He had asked for this under the pretense of art, but nothing about the look in his eyes was detached or professional. It was raw. Hungry. Lena shifted slightly, and the movement only made things worse. Damien’s gaze locked onto her core, and she felt goosebumps rise all over her skin. Her body betrayed her, wetness began to gather, subtle but visible, glistening faintly in the soft light.

I said then sat on his desk not minding if he walks in. I unbuttoned my shirt exposing my breast and pointed nipple,I squeezed it hard, imagining his hands right there instead of mine. "God" I whispered as my hand traced down to my panties . I was soaked . I moved my thong to the side and play with my clit, calling out his name as I push my finger into my wet pussy.I wasn't thinking. I didn't give a fuck. If this is the reason why I get fired if I get caught then I will happily leave .

“What do you want from me?” “What do you want from him?” the imitation asks, tilting its head as though it can read the answer in my trembling lips. “Love? Control? Or is it lust, Aria? That desperate, dangerous need that makes you reckless enough to be here?” Heat surges through me, shame, fury, a hunger I can’t even name. My chest rises and falls in sharp bursts, and I can’t stop the memory of Julian’s hands on my hips, the way he made me feel alive and unbreakable, from flooding me now when I need to stay strong.

Daphne's POV She told me he had pushed her off a cruise ship after a successful operation. She made it clear that he was in his senses when he did it. He must have been blinded by his greed for money. Did he even think twice that it was his wife? He just--- It's really a mean thing to be selfish, I think he really deserves death. Yes he does, and I will be the poison chalice to fulfill that. He's a lunatic who can't control his lust.