Insatible Desires Novels & Stories

"I should want to kill you. Everything in me should be screaming at me to rip your throat out and watch you bleed. Instead I keep letting you kiss me. Instead I keep wanting you to kiss me again. This is insanity." Max smiled, slow and dangerous and absolutely confident. "That's the beauty of it, Autumn," he said, beginning to walk toward her with measured steps. "Hate and desire have always been close cousins. They're two sides of the same coin. The line between them is razor-thin, and people traverse it far more often than they'd like to admit."

I didn’t want her like the others did—not for a cheap thrill or a moment of power. I wanted more. I wanted to own every second of her life the way she unknowingly owned every second of mine. I wanted her laughter. Her fear. Her bad habits. Her silence. And it scared the hell out of me. Because for a man who had everything, I shouldn’t want anything this badly. Especially not someone I’ve never touched. I closed the laptop and stood, walking to the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the city. The skyline glittered like it always did—cold, perfect, untouchable.

“Sure you do. And you know why? Because humans live in a material world. They desire material things, no matter how pure their hearts. And no mortal can withstand temptation.” I snatched my hand back. “Fine then. You know what I want? My deepest desire?” He leaned in closer, grinning maliciously. “What wicked desire, my dear? Just say the word and it's yours.” “I...” I whispered dramatically. “Yes?” “Never want to see you again.”

That obstinate disobedience set my blood on fire. “You think I don’t want you?” I growled, low and dangerous. His mouth opened, his breath ran faster, but he did not say anything. My head was pressed nearer, and his scent filled me, dizzy, sweet and drive me insane. "Edrian, every godsdamn second, I desire you till it makes me mad. Until I can no longer fucking breathe without tasting you in the air," I confessed, "And desiring you and having you are not the same thing."

Alejandro's Pov Human want. The strong desire to own or possess something or someone that is either unavailable, absent or inaccessible. The most interesting thing about selfish desires is the vicious manner at which it digs its claws beneath your skin, leaving you in complete pain and agony until you’re fully surrendered to the carelessness and recklessness of those desires.

Chapter 4: Midnight Tease The clock on my nightstand glowed 2:17 a.m., red digits mocking my insomnia. The manor creaked like an old lover settling into bed—winds rattling the ivy against windows, distant rain pattering the slate roof. I'd tossed for hours, sheets tangled around my legs, pussy still tender from the bath-time wank, clit hypersensitive from Daddy's stare. Dreams fragmented: Jake's thigh grind morphing into Richard's box-lifting gropes, their cocks duelling inside me. Woke drenched, nightie rucked up to my waist, fingers sticky from a half-conscious clit rub. Thirst clawed my throat—proper thirst, not just for water—and the kitchen fridge called with its chilled bottles.

Yet he was so deeply stuck with her thought all the time. How did he let attraction turn into insatiable desire. Want. All he wants was her and she wants to do nothing with him. I’m sure you have many women waiting for your one flick to be with you. But I’m not a play thing to use me for your desire and lust. I request you, let me go. With that he gulped the entire drink in one go. The burn of whisky and its bitter taste wasn’t able to lessen the rattle inside him.

insistent? I took a slow sip of my whiskey, the burn soothing the tension gnawing at my gut. Every interaction with her felt like a delicate balance between pushing her away and pulling her closer. The frustration was almost unbearable. I had her, but she wasn’t mine—not in the way I needed her to be. Yet, I could feel it—the way she was slowly unraveling. The walls she built so fiercely around herself were beginning to show cracks. I could see it in her eyes every time she looked at me. She hated me, but the heat between us, the undeniable pull that bound us together, was growing stronger with every passing day.

A half-empty glass of whiskey sat in front of him, and the second was dangerously close to being finished. He hadn’t told anyone where he was going. He didn’t want to talk. Didn’t want to think. But thinking had become impossible to avoid lately. Minnie. Her name haunted him like a song stuck in his head. Her eyes. Her voice. The feel of her hand in his. The kiss. The kiss that had turned his world upside down. He’d left like a coward, mumbling and stumbling his way out the door, overwhelmed by the tidal wave of emotion that had followed. It hadn’t just been desire. It had been something deeper, more dangerous.

A deep, guttural sound rumbled from his chest, vibrating against my body as he pressed his forehead to mine, our breaths mingling in a heady mix of desire and desperation. A soft moan escaped my lips as his mouth continued its descent, trailing heat along the sensitive skin of my neck. My hands roamed his back, clutching him as if he were my anchor, the only thing keeping me grounded in the whirlwind of sensation. Rational thoughts flickered weakly, begging me to stop, to pull away—but I was already lost. My heart, my body—they betrayed me, surrendering fully to the undeniable connection we still shared, letting the fire between us consume every last thread of resistance.