Novel & Cerita Ruthless Desires Series

And outside, the world moved on, but inside the villa, a new dawn had begun—a dawn of love, of family, and of a future that was theirs to shape. The storm was over. The battles had ended. And finally, Ruthless Claim had reached its conclusion, leaving nothing but hope, love, and the quiet promise of every tomorrow.

I thought I would be on the battlefield today, not stripping on a table. “Good girl,” Damien murmurs, bringing me back to the present as my eyes lock on his. “Now kneel, spread your legs, and show me how sorry you are.” There’s no hint of an Alpha command in Damien’s words. This is just pure, dark lust, and I go down, sitting back on my heels as I put Damien’s eyes level with my core. When I spread my legs, Lucien shifts, breath hitching. Thorne immediately stands up and walks to lean against the far wall behind Damien, eyes locked on me, dark with want and an obsessive focus.

“Do you know how many women are dying to have me? To feel this thick cock stretching their tight little pussies? They beg on their knees, Cara.” His voice was rough and low. The hardness between his legs throbbed against my thigh as he spoke. I stayed pressed against him, letting him feel my body while my mind stayed cold and sharp. Every second of his desperation was so useful. “Then go to them,” I smirked right at his face, not giving a fuck. I looked straight into his eyes, letting my lips part slowly. “Go fuck them if they want you so badly.”

This was the first time she was looking at him properly. His hair was jet black and looked smooth and silky. He was gorgeous. Why does a ruthless Alpha have to be so good-looking? A few of his strands stick to his forehead. Grabbing them softly with her fingertips she cleaned his forehead and then proceeded to do the last touch-ups. He could simply have a shower but no, he had to torment her for doing a blunder. "D...done..." She stuttered moving back. He opened his eyes and her breath got caught in her throat. His eyes. Those dark hues always look at her as if he could see right through her soul. His eyes were beautiful but there was this darkness lurking in those depths of his pools that t

“You talk about not succumbing to me. You run your mouth all the time and act like you can deal with me but here you are. Take a look at yourself. Waiting for me to touch you after claiming to not be moved.“ I have never felt so embarrassed and angry at myself at the same time. I expected this but was too stupid to stop it because I gave in to my desires. But why Damon of all people? He pulled back to stare at my face with a smirk on his face and I felt the urge to wipe the smirk off his face. I quickly sat up and covered my body anyhow I could. “Bastard!” I seethe. He grabbed my chin and I pulled away from him. “Stop acting tough when you know that you are not,” he whispered with a proud gr

Her gaze was blank. Lennox squeezed a little, he could feel the tremor of her pulse beneath his palm. "Don't poke the beast you can't handle. You're too f*cking fragile, Violet. If I let my beast feast on you, you'll be dead in no time," He threatened. Lennox was everything that was termed as dark and ominous. Ruthless even. She stayed mum, refusing to entertain his new obsession with inflicting violence of acid-dipped words on her.

His gaze on her becoming intense. "So now what? You think you find me sexually attractive?" "Very." El Russo's voice took a husky depth. "I think I find you sexually attractive too." Irina confessed. Her breath felt hot, she felt intoxicated by him. Their eyes lingered on each other for a bit. "Why don't we get out of here?" El Russo suggested. His lips ravaged hers in what seemed like a desperate tussle. His desires for her found their independent expression outside his will to control them.

A smirk growing on my lips aware of the effect I have on her. Grasping both of her hands which are desperately trying to push me away, into my one hand, I pin them above her head. My free hand slowly trails down to her thigh feeling her tense up under my touch. Her breath hitches when my cold hand comes in contact with her warm exposed skin where the slit starts. “W-what are you doing?” she staggers. “Take your fucking hands off me!” she wriggles. “Why? Isn’t this what you were doing with Jackson last night? You enjoy his touch but not mine?” I squeeze her thigh hard in fury.

He slowly thrust into me and I moved up and down on his cock until we moved at the same rhythm. Our eyes remained locked as he fucked me. He increased his pace and hit a sensitive spot that brought me to another leg-shaking orgasm. He continued fucking me and I moaned in pleasure. My clit was sensitive and throbbing at the impact of his cock. He flipped me over on the bed and slid into my pussy from behind. He held my tiny wrists in one of his hands while he spread my legs with the other. He hit my ass while fucking me from behind and I screamed at the pleasure mixed with pain.

His mouth found hers, desperate and hungry. “You’re better than Khalid,” she gasped, grinding against him. “I want you deeper… now.” He obliged, thrusting into her hard as the car rocked from side to side. She clung to him, lost in the haze of lust, imagining she was back in control—imagining she could wipe away the humiliation of being second best. But even in the heat of that encounter, one thought refused to leave her mind: Isabella. Always Isabella. And this time, she swore—when the opportunity came again—she’d do more than just seduce or sabotage.