Lust And Power Novels & Stories

I let out a groan, but Lust only presses me into the wall. “You see that, Rome?” He screams in my face. “You may be the Lycan King, but when I get angry I am more powerful! Do not mess with me! What is this nonsense with you and the Queen? Why have suddenly retracted from her?” I smirk through the pain. “Why does my sex life infuriate you this much? You have a crush on me or what?” I am pulled off the wall and smashed into it again. Pain shoots into my head this time, and darkness crawls around my vision. At the force, the building shakes. It seems Lust has really gotten stronger, or maybe it is his anger as he had said.

“By the way, I was just curious to know who the pretty chick from yesterday was?” “Who?” I asked, pretending not to know that he was speaking of Ella. “The fact that you spent that much time with her in your office had me wondering if she was the next target…” he chuckled mischievously, as he said those words. “Alright… that's enough. She's an artist, and she came to talk business.” I disliked it when Lucas spoke of struggle with my sexual addiction in that way. “There's nothing more to it. We'll talk when I get to the office.”

He belonged with me. Not because I loved him, not in the traditional sense. Love was a messy emotion, and frankly, it had gotten me nowhere in the past. No, what I craved was something far more potent – the satisfaction of knowing I could have him back, whenever I wanted. It was the ultimate power move, a public declaration that I was still desirable, still the envy of every woman.

“Start with the fingers. He won’t need them anymore.” Then I turned, pushed Dax to the wall, dropped to my knees, and took his cock in my mouth—slow, deep, queen style. He groaned, hands in my hair, hips moving. Lula filmed it on my Z9—new title already in her head: “QUEEN RIVEN’S FIRST DECREE”. By noon the crew knelt and swore loyalty. By night the first new load rolled—my roads, my prices, my rules. By the end of the week half the Southwest bought from the woman who took the pit with a detonator and a soaked cunt.

{PREVIOUSLY ON LUSTBORN:} Fallon grumbled when Professor Ellis didn't show up. "What kind of grown man gets food poisoning on a Monday?" she hissed, flipping through her literature book. The classroom buzzed with low chatter and frustration. Professor Ellis had not shown up. Again. Literature was supposed to be the most engaging class, but lately it felt like a ghost subject. Fallon slumped over her desk, groaning dramatically. "This is the third time in two weeks. Does he even like us? Or is this his soft launch into retirement?"

My blood ran cold. He knew. I forced my voice not to break. “There was an unprotected file. I opened it by accident.” He gave a slow, unreadable smile. “That’s what you’re going with?” “I don’t know what I saw.” “That’s the most honest thing you’ve said so far.” His eyes darkened, and for a moment, I swore he was about to confess everything. Instead, he rose and walked to the window. “The thing about power, Aria… It’s not just about what you hold. It’s about what you’re willing to destroy to keep it.”

Cursed my body to endure when all others would fade. Lust became my chain, immortality my cage. I was left to walk through centuries alone, surrounded by obsession, without a pack, without protection, without anyone to stand between me and the hunger I inspired. They called it punishment. I called it survival. And what a body it was. Cursed or blessed, the distinction had long since blurred. I was not blind to it. The weight of my breasts, the curve of my waist, the shape of my arse—men stared, women stared. I knew precisely why. My mouth betrayed me most of all, lips too full, too soft, as though fashioned for begging or being bitten, claimed.

It was a perfect complement to the Hand of Arousal, ensuring that any woman I touched would be putty in my hands. Just as I was about to check out, a sudden pop-up ad caught my attention. It was an advertisement for an ability called "Lust Demon." The description was enticing: "Make any woman surrender to you completely if you ejaculate inside her. This ability ignores all previous rules. Whether the woman has a weak or strong will, she will be yours after just one encounter."

“You think she’ll ever take you back? You don't have that kind of power here... be for real.” Duke clenched his fists. “You talk about power like you understand it.” “Oh, I understand it,” Lisa hissed. “Rose is power. She made you. She built your name, gave you the company, the reputation, the life you show off to the world. Without her, you’re just another man living off her fortune.” She took a shaky step closer, her eyes dark and wild. “And she can strip it all away. Every last bit. You think she’ll let you keep your title after what you’ve done?”

Diana felt a sudden jolt run through her. She stared back at him, right into his deep blue eyes. She could see no fear there, nor aversion; neither did she see any hint of malicious intent. She did see admiration there instead, and also what she could only discern as lust. Here was a man, a young and handsome man, who desired her, lusted for her. And even if it was a ploy he was using to try and escape, it felt so damn good to be wanted. Him being a criminal or not and her being a cop or not, it was the genuine need of a man and a woman that was electrifying the air around her now, and she would surely be a fool to pass it up.