King Of Lust Novels & Stories

Born into power, Zee Mendez was never a daughter to her parents. She was their most valuable bargaining chip. To save their fading empire, they traded her to Sebastian Morgan, the ruthless heir to the world’s wealthiest dynasty. Sebastian was cold, dangerously possessive, and used to getting whatever he wanted. Marriage was non negotiable. Obedience was expected. Then a devastating crash changed everything. Zee woke from a two month coma with her memories shattered and only a five percent chance of ever recovering them. Taking advantage of her blank slate, Sebastian rewrote their history. He let her believe they were already happily married, that their connection was built on mutual

“And who are you to command me, village girl? You are new here. A plaything draped in silk. Do not mistake the king’s temporary obsession for true power.” The insult stung, sharp and cruel. Liana’s nails dug into her palms, but she forced herself to smile. “Obsession, you say? Then why is it your body aches for what is mine?” Kael’s eyes glittered with amusement, though he said nothing. He was watching. Waiting. Testing. Serenya straightened, her shoulders squared. “A king is not owned by one woman. He may take as many as he pleases. If he desires me, you will watch as he does.”

She suddenly grabbed my hair. “Let me go.” I struggled. Summer tried to help but Chloe's minions are onto her. “Not until you tell me the truth.” Chloe demanded. “And what do you think the truth is?” “That you fucked him.”she snapped I chuckled. “I wish I did. I mean, he's a hottie.” I said, trying to mess with her dumb brain and it worked… it got her more agitated. “You bitch.” She tried to hit me but I don't give her the chance to. I pulled her grip out of my hair and twisted her hands, shoving her away from me.

(Niko’s POV) I was born to be a king. Instead, I was sold to the devil. The cold bite of steel cuffs burned my wrists, but it was his eyes that scorched deeper—a dark, unreadable abyss locking onto me the moment the mahogany doors groaned open. The room was a den of power and menace—dimly lit by a single chandelier casting fractured shadows across leather armchairs, shelves lined with rare liquors, and a towering fireplace that smoldered with dying embers.

This would throw me ten steps back, after I've made such good progress this week, with my purposeful touches of him in innocent moments, to the lingering stares. "Oh...No, I've been told I look like her, but no, I'm not her," I scramble. I hope it's enough for her to brush off. Usually I'm seen by the public wearing royal garments, and now, my hair is pulled back and I'm wearing gear Marek provided. "Right, sorry." The girl shakes her head, flushing with embarrassment. "I'm so jealous of her, aren't you?" I flinch. "Jealous?" She leans forward over the counter, grinning. "Married to a King. And so the hottest King in all the land, aside from Tyrien, obviously."

He couldn't control his lustful desire and spanked her ass several times before positioning himself. He gently glides his fully erected manhood inside her and starts thrusting forcefully. He grabs her hips, pulls them closer to him, and pumps himself deeper inside her. He increases the pace, pumping it faster and harder. She couldn't stop moaning louder while her bosom bounced gracefully to the beat of his thrust. "Yes, master. Give it to me. Fuck me even more," she cried out loud. "I want you deep inside me, master," she begged. "Do you want more?" he whispered in her ear. His breath warmed the back of her neck with long puffs.

A distorted, mocking chuckle echoed from the speaker, loud enough for the entire room to hear. "Don Valtteri," the voice of Marco De Luca purred, dripping with venomous satisfaction. "You look tired on our surveillance feeds. It turns out the great, untouchable King isn't made of stone after all. She really is a beautiful little thing, Karlo. Heavy gold silk suits her. It’s almost a shame to ruin it."

A frenzied haze clouded his senses as the spiciness of wisteria encompassed him everywhere. He pressed close, ridding the gap between their bodies as his forehead came to rest against Evren’s neck for a second. “You have no idea what you’ve invited, have you, omega, leaking all over yourself like a needy whore,” the King murmured against his skin, his teeth grazing the pulse point. The spike in the king’s scent was all the warning Evren got before he felt the splitting pain of Lachlan’s cock breaching him as the king slammed home with one powerful thrust that propelled Evren’s body.

My body got frustrated and sweat because I was longing for my release. I pulled out and turned her in a quick motion. Spanking her soft skin, I continued my painful pleasure that she was enjoying with a lot of loud moans and a few teary eyes. I knew I was an animal when comes to lust. I didn't like being Gentle. It's me rude, ruthless, heartless, and feelingless. "Prince, Please..." She begged in a sweet moan. I lied on her back and hushed in her ear. "Don't beg Dear, otherwise I will be worse," I told her the Truth. She moaned listening to me. I continued my assault until she almost got fainted and I released.

The room is heavy with the scent of lust, the sounds of their deep, low moans that drive me fucking wild. "Don't you dare fucking come," King growls, causing me to pull my hand away with a pout. "But King-" "Let your orgasm go back down and start rubbing your pussy again. You won't come until I say so." I do as he says, rubbing my pussy with slow, teasing strokes. I'm on the edge of erupting again in no time, but I pull my hand away just in time, not wanting to disobey King. "Good girl," King says, his voice dark with satisfaction. "Now start again."