Lust And Power Novels & Stories

Although she had seen him in the dark and she couldn't deny, he was irresistible in the dark as well. Sebastian closed the distance with his long legs as Stacy stepped back instinctively. His eyes never left her and as his eyes looked at her from top to bottom, she felt like she wasn't wearing a thing. Her knee length skirt and blouse felt transparent and she wanted to cover herself with an extra layer. Sebastian recited her life in a few sentences, "Stacy Cyrus, working as an editor in City Scape. Recently been promoted and an editor of the news where Sebastian Rodriguez is also a suspect."

Forever. The water still rippled around us as Lust pulled away slowly, dripping and slick. Wrath appeared silently beside the tub, eyes burning like molten steel. Neither of them made a move to stop. Instead, they each grabbed their cocks, slick and hard, stroking themselves with cruel, deliberate slowness. I lay there between them, soaked and trembling, my cock leaking and twitching in Lust’s firm grip. “You want this,” Lust said darkly, eyes locked on mine, fingers tightening as he stroked. “You want us marking you. Owning you.”

I growled. “You heard me,” she said calmly. “I can make noise. I can make it ugly. People love stories like this. President Dominic Connor Blackwell hides the child he has with Leana Rossy, after several scandals linking them. I’m sure your image would survive it, but why risk it over something so small?” I clenched my jaw. She was right, and she knew it. The thought alone made my stomach twist. “I’ll talk to Madelyn,” I said finally, the words tasting bitter.

For the first time, he smiled. It wasn’t warm. It was dangerous. The penthouse overlooked the city like it owned it. Glass walls. Muted colors. Controlled perfection. “This is temporary,” I said, as we stepped inside. “I won’t be kept like a possession.” “You’re not,” he replied evenly. “You’re a partner.” I scoffed. “Partners share power.” He handed me a sleek black card. “Then start spending.” I didn’t take it. “I won’t be bought,” I said.

Hoping he'd be able to make me horny. For once. "You said you want us to make this work. Why are you not tearing off my pants?" He whispered. He tried slipping his hand into my shorts but I held his hand. "I... I am on vagina suppository. I took this uhhh ... Herbal tea for body slimming and it messed with my pH balance." I lied skillfully. "Oh." He jumped out of the bed without a second thought. So much for wanting me badly. Forcing a smile and a 'sorry', I sat up.

I sit there and let the city breathe, a list forming in my head like a ledger of what must be undone. ⸻ Morning and Hale Corp smell the same: sharp coffee, sharper intentions. The front desk is a choreography of small tyrannies—names announced, security nods, the same faces who built a thousand small fates from boardroom deals. Harper finds me on the elevator, tablet already buzzing with the morning’s narrative. “You should see this,” she says, voice pitched between awe and duty. Across the screen the headlines bloom: THE POWER COUPLE WHO REVIVED FALLEN EMPIRES. A glossy photograph of Tristan Halenti and his wife, Liana Halenti, arms around each other, Elias between them, smiling as if the w

But she never kept them. Livia didn’t sleep with men for affection. She didn’t crave romance, warmth, or partnership. She did it for the power. Because after she had them wrapped around her finger, breathless and ashamed, she did what she enjoyed most: She destroyed them. Not by exposing their affairs — that would be too simple. No. Livia destroyed careers. She shattered marriages. She sabotaged businesses. She fed them promises and secrets until they trusted her completely… and then she used that trust as currency.

Lust. She squeezed her eyes shut and prayed silently that he would not do what she thought he might. Despite the excruciating, stinging agony on her lips, Alexander did nothing to ease it. Her helpless struggle was all he could focus on as he sat there hovering over her. When he abruptly pulled the heavy cover off her, his eyes darkened instantly; her white dress had ridden up past her knees, exposing her creamy, soft thighs. Seeing her blood-stained chest and gushing lips only fueled his strong, twisted attraction to her. Emma hissed in pain when she felt him forcefully grasp her bare thighs. But she didn't move. It was happening—the horrific thing she feared the absolute most—but she menta

I just banged my fucking Boss! ******* "wtf!!! just happened?" Mira asked everyone was in shock. "damn I knew I should have brought a condom " max cursed "ewww baby" Lisa says and push him "that was sooooo peak " Mira added smiling. " I fucking want to experience that ,baby would you mind becoming a CEO asap?" Lisa joked pushing max to miras bed. "I could be one now and we can fuck till you run away " he licks his lips. "you guys should get a room " George said

"He is going to marry me, Hazel. It is inevitable. We belong together. I will be Mrs. Sterling soon enough, and we will build a legacy. Which brings us back to you." The heavy oak door of the powder room stayed firmly shut, but Hazel felt like the entire building had just collapsed on top of her. Victoria wasn't holding a signed marriage license, but her words carried the terrifying weight of absolute certainty. She was speaking it into existence. She was claiming Xavier entirely, weaponizing her pedigree, her wealth, and her status to completely obliterate Hazel’s presence. And the worst part was—her logic was flawless. Xavier married for power. He bought companies. Of course he would align