Love's Deadly Desire Novels & Stories

He smiled at her, but his eyes involuntarily wandered to her revealing cleavage. Despite his desire to devour them, his weakened state forbade him. Rose sensed his gaze and it reignited the sensations between her legs. Drawing closer, she posed a sultry question to her husband, "Do you want to touch them?" David's eyes, ablaze with longing as he parted his lips to respond with a breathless "yes."

All in return for something… I had wanted to mind my business but I knew if he knew that she once assumed the Vittoria bell position, things will literally go sour and that would mean Killian getting involved and that can cause a whole war in Chicago… I'm not even kidding with the way I had seen Killian love Desiree and the way he looked at her every single time I watched them … He would tear down the whole Chicago just to find her and be with her.. This was the kind of love I riches to see the kodn if love that breeds change the kind of love thst commands respect and guess rolmmfor vulnerability the kind of love where you both can't seem to do without one another..

"Dad, why did you kill me? Dad, what did I do? Why do you want me dead?" I reached out as if to choke him. He woke up in terror, eyes wide, rolling away and shaking. "It was Grandma, she's the one! Go to her!" I expected that. I pretended to agree and ran to Grandma's room. In a flash, I swapped my clothes onto her. Grandma had gorged on mushrooms that night, but she did not stir. Dad's footsteps grew louder behind me. He fumbled for the light switch in vain, the darkness stubbornly clinging to the room. Edging closer to his mother's bed, my father's breath hitched at the sight of her—clad in the same bloodied clothes my sister wore on the day she died.

She can't believe sir Francis would question her about that. "I trust you. This is my first time helping so tell me if there is anything I can do." A maid picks up a tray of glasses filled with champagne. She turns around and bumps Charles. The champagne spills on his expensive flowery shirt and shorts. Charles is an extremely good looking guy with a slender physique. Charles clenches his fist tightly as he feels the anger boiling inside of him. He is the last child of the Viva who loves the fun and crazy lifestyle. He is literally a spoilt brat.

"The bullet in this gun is poisoned too, dipped into a plate of poison. The poison would eat your brains first. And as for my heart?...well,every side of it is filled with darkness, and floating round that darkness is a desire,a burning dark desire" I closed my eyes accepting everything. I was ready to die, giving up everything. No need struggling, help was not getting closer. He leaned even closer and touched my chin,his touch felt scaly and cold, like a touch of a lizard,I shivered. "I'm glad you're accepting your fate. Die with hatred",he whispered close to my neck,my eyes were still tightened shut. He cocked his gun and pointed the pistol directly to my forehead, ready to fire. That was

ANASTASIA'S POV Hi, my name is Anastasia Black, let me tell you a little about myself. My parents died during a war between them and another mafia but, I don't remember anything since I was very young when it happened. 34 I grew up on the streets without any food or shelter. Until one day this 16-year-old boy came and started teaching me street fighting. After a while we got pretty close, I had soon fallen in love with him. He taught me how to fight, so I could protect myself, we both got matching tattoos as a sign of our friendship but, suddenly the next day he disappeared. 23

a lot of years. And the desire has been building and growing with no way to be released. With her acting like this... It was triggering all pent-up hunger that was held back and they don't know what the consequences will be if they let it devour her. They knew in their minds that if they touch her like this, they won't be able to control their carnal desires, they might hurt her. Delaney arrived at the bed, climbed onto it on all fours and raised her brows, “So, should we proceed with the wedding night or do I have to rape you both to get what I want?”

“She begged us for everything. We gave her the darkest fantasy she had ever dreamed of, but we went too far. I can still taste her richness on my tongue. We murdered her in the height of ecstasy.” Viktor, massive and silent, gently uncuffed my ankles, his large hands shaking slightly as he lowered my limp legs. “She was so willing, so warm and alive. Now she is cold and empty because of our gluttony. We should have been more careful.” Damien closed my staring eyes with two gentle fingers, his touch lingering on my cold cheek. “She is still beautiful in death. But this was not what she wanted. We killed the woman who trusted us with her obsession.”

A savage growl tore from Winter’s throat. His fingers tangled in her silver hair, yanking her head back sharply, breaking the kiss. Her neck arched, throat bared to him, as he loomed over her, eyes blazing with frustration and dark promise. The chamber thickened with the scent of desire and defiance, raw need and the dangerous game she had begun. Scarlett’s breath ragged, her body trembling yet unyielding beneath the Lycan’s grip, his control fraying at the edges.

"The girl is right. The curse feeds on the broken bond, on the pain of rejection. Only by healing that original wound can it be truly destroyed." I felt rather than saw Lysander's reaction. A complex tangle of hope and fear and desperate longing that made my chest ache. "Delia," he said carefully, "you don't have to…" "I know I don't have to," I interrupted. "That's rather the point, isn't it? It has to be freely given, or it won't work at all." I studied his face, seeing past the fever and pain to the man I'd once loved with every fiber of my being. The man who'd hurt me so deeply I'd had to rebuild myself from the ground up.