Ruthless Desires Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

he stated, locking his gaze with mine, a devilish glimmer dancing in his eyes. As tension heightened between us, the stakes grew ever higher. Little did I know that our paths would intertwine in ways unforeseen, igniting a maelstrom of passion, secrets, and unexpected turns. Our lives were about to collide, testing the boundaries of love and hatred in ways neither of us could have imagined. Taking advantage of my distracted state, he slipped his hands into my shirt, igniting a rush of arousal and leaving me craving more of his touch. I despised how I always succumbed to his every caress.

My breath became heavy and my nostrils filled with his scent, which was so tempting that I couldn't think straight. "why........why....why.........did.........did.....you..." I stammered repeatedly as his closeness made me lose my sense of humor. He stares at me with lust-filled eyes, his mouth devouring different parts of my body. His look sends a cool shiver down my spine; my body is betraying me. His looks are so damn tempting. Desire fills me up, and as I try to Escape from him, He grabs me and draws me to himself, Smashing his lip against mine.

All she could feel now was the hollow weight of what she had just done, and the consequences that could follow. Every part of her wanted to scream at Ruth. To demand why she kept dragging her into these deals, these dangerous games. But Avyanna knew better than to voice it. She had no choice. Ruth wasn’t just a friend—she was a lifeline. A partner. And this transaction, this dangerous dance with the edges of the criminal world, was their daily work. Mendez’s reach had woven itself into their lives years ago, and it was a deal that couldn’t be broken, not without consequences.

Conversely, every time he withdrew, he was clamped down on by countless tiny mouths that refused to let go—tight and reluctant to part, fitting perfectly with not a single gap—until he pulled out completely, producing a crisp sound of flesh parting. Her wet, hot, and slippery flower-cavity seduced him like the very source of all sin, driving him to thrust faster and harder, each stroke heavier and deeper than the last. “Ah… no… too… too fast…” She was being pounded to pieces; she could barely string a coherent sentence together, clinging to her last breath as her entire body was tormented by desire. Lust swept over her like a tidal wave, with waves of pleasure crashing higher and higher. Her

My pussy throbbed, sensitive and overstimulated, each tiny movement sending aftershocks of pleasure through my body. I lay there, cheek pressed against the sweat‑slick pillow, listening to the ragged breaths we shared. The guilt was still there, a quiet whisper at the edge of my mind, but it was muted by the overwhelming, filthy satisfaction of being taken so completely, so roughly, by the man who was supposed to be my mother’s husband. My fingers traced the faint crescents on my hips, reminders of the night’s brutality, and I felt a strange, ashamed pride swell, I survived it. I enjoyed it.

"I knew her really well. We all did." "Who's we?" "The families. Mine. Damien's. Others too." He sat down like nothing was wrong. "Your mom was something else. Pretty. Smart. Dangerous." My heart beat fast. "What's Project Ruthless?" "Your life, sweetheart. Everything you are." "I don't get it." "Of course you don't. They kept secrets from you." He got out some kind of tablet. "This wasn't about money. It was about making the right kind of baby."

Valeria kissed Aurora passionately while the others sucked on her breasts and rubbed her clit. “Harder,” Aurora begged between kisses. “Fuck me harder, Lena!” Lena gripped Aurora’s hips and pounded deeper, the strap-on slamming into her pussy with every thrust. Aurora’s breasts bounced wildly. Her moans grew louder and more desperate. Valeria whispered hotly in her ear, “You look so slutty getting fucked by my executives while the whole city watches through the windows. Does it turn you on?” “Yes!” Aurora cried. “I love it. I’m your slut tonight. Use me however you want.”

“So much more than Finn deserves. You’re overflowing for me, aren’t you, boo?” Rissa tried to push his hand away, but her strength was gone, replaced by a heavy, pulsing ache that only he knew how to satisfy. She was drowning in the alcohol and his touch, and leaning in to her desire while her husband’s brother claimed every inch of her. Rissa had already given in to his touch, she let out a soft, shuddering moan and leaned into his touch, her body acting on an instinct she had suppressed for far too long. She reached up, her fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck, and pulled his face down to hers.

I was in a complete daze and there was no stopping me. "Bitch!" His muffled yells echoed in my head as I continued sinking down into his skin. The blood flowing down my throat was euphoric, like I was ingesting pure steroids' that sent my muscles into over drive. I wanted more. "Alex!" I heard another voice, but couldn't care less. This is what I wanted, and it tasted so damn good. I could sense the Alpha closing in on me, and his shadow, growing fast in the corner of my eye. The next thing I had planned was my final act, and it was going to be a glorious.

Her shackled wrist yanked at the chain, metal clanging as her body tried to break free from the overwhelming stretch. “Look at me,” I commanded. Her eyes snapped open, wide, wild, desperate. “That’s it. Take it. Every fucking inch.” I set a punishing rhythm, thrust after thrust, her ass smacking against the stone pillar with every impact. Her moans grew louder, rawer, her free hand clawing at my shoulder now, nails digging deep into my skin. Sweat beaded my forehead. The room smelled of sex, heat, fire. I leaned in, biting her neck, growling into her ear. “You said you wanted merciless. You wanted stretched. You wanted raw.”