Ruthless Desires Series Novels & Stories

My heart hammers, my thighs ache, and all I can do is writhe in my own bed, furious and desperate in equal measure. “What am I doing?” I whisper into the dark, hating how broken my voice sounds. “What the hell is wrong with me?” But the answer is already there, coiled in my chest like a poison I can’t spit out. I want him. God help me, I want every dangerous, filthy, wrong part of him. To Be Continued...

Two. Then I moved. And nothing mattered after that. His grip tightened on my hips. I rolled against him, slow at first—testing, adjusting—until I found that angle that made my whole body clench around him. His hands slid up my back, fingers splayed. He whispered something I didn’t catch, something low and filthy and desperate, and I kissed him just to shut him up. We moved in tandem—urgent, uneven, not careful. My nails scraped down his back. His hand tangled in my hair.

Sergio’s POV “Yes… daddy… fuck me harder, daddy!” Cassie whimpered into the pillow, her muffled moans driving me insane as I pounded into her, my cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy. Her nails raked down my back, leaving trails of fire, and her body arched to meet every brutal thrust. The room was hot, sticky, filled with nothing but the sound of flesh slapping flesh and her breathless cries. I shouldn’t have been here..shouldn’t have been inside her, while Natalie was just down the hall on a conference call with her investors. But Cassie’s tight heat had me addicted, and we’d grown reckless. Too bold. Too hungry. And yet I couldn’t stop.

As she watched him being driven away, she knew that this was just the beginning of a complex and dangerous dance, one that would test the limits of her professionalism, her desire, and her very soul. This was the fourth criminal she was fucking and she knew she wasn't stopping anytime soon. These criminals are so hot and she wasn't ready to let go. Note: if you want more of Camila, you can request for it and I might create a book for that purpose.

It doesn’t allow for omissions or half-truths—it drags everything into the open and demands blood for it. “Theo,” I say carefully, steadying my breathing. “You’re letting instinct talk.” “And you’re letting him get too close,” he fires back. His eyes glow faintly, a red-gold light bleeding through the darkness. Not dominance. Possession sharpened by fear. “You smell like Devereaux territory,” he says. “Do you know what that does to me?” Disgust twists in my stomach—not at him, but at the Council that orchestrated this fracture so easily.

God alone knew what alternative architectural space he would exploit to execute the act. And yet... the hidden architecture of my desire harbored zero genuine inclination to reject his advances. Deep within my soul, I desperately craved for him to unleash that exact brand of mad, uninhibited dominance once more. Yes. My system was starving for the raw mastery of his touch. Throughout the grueling duration of these three days of absolute radio silence, instead of achieving an internal eraser of his memory, my cognitive grid had conversely mutated into a state of total, clinical addiction to the reality of sleeping with him.

“Beg properly, Elena. Tell me what you are.” “I’m your dirty little sister-in-law slut,” she panted, voice breaking. “I want my sister’s husband to ruin my pussy. Please Marcus, fuck me hard.” With a guttural groan, he thrust into her in one powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Elena screamed in pleasure-pain, her walls clenching around his massive girth. He was so deep, stretching her in ways no one ever had. The desk creaked under their weight as he started pounding into her, hips slamming against her ass with brutal rhythm.

“But I needed you in this room. Needed to claim you where I sleep beside her.” Rhiannon wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper. “Then claim me harder. Make me feel like I belong to you, even if it’s wrong.” He fucked her with punishing strokes, hand over her mouth to muffle her screams as she came. When he filled her again, they both knew the line had vanished completely. Intellectual stimulation had fused with raw sensual exploration. Rhiannon was no longer the sheltered girl who came for poetry help. She was a woman discovering the depths of her desires — and the painful pleasure of guilt.

I could clearly see the harsh ruthlessness and dark danger hiding in his gaze. It was truly amazing what five years could do to a girl's mind. Apparently, it just can't erase the burning desire I feel for him.

He is so full of himself and arrogant. He is a good person Sav, I think he likes you a lot...I mean a lot. This is the first time he brought a date. We are really surprised! Sometimes, people are being carried away by his position, but as far as I know him and from my personal point of view, he is kind-hearted and a good man. There are talks about his ruthlessness, especially towards women, but I am not a witness to those. I have never seen him with a woman on his side, believe me! It's always talk and gossip by the media. Maybe, it was part of his image to have it that way. He was a widow for many many years and I did not hear a single name attached to him. It's just being ruthless, and a