Ruthless Desires Series Novels & Stories

‘Fuck. The wolf within him groaned inside his head, ready to claim her. Blaze felt his crotch tightening. He swallowed the lump as he watched the waistband of her panties. As the desire mounted, his wolf kept groaning. Even when he was with Alma, he had never felt such intense desire. All he wanted was to press her against the wall and claim her. ‘I want her, I want her,’ his wolf, Roz, cried inside his head. ‘She is all mine.’

“I know you hate me…” “Hate is not a strong enough word” I cut Richard off. “But you deserve to know the truth” My jaw tightened as she stood across the old man, arms folded, my eyes a storm of hatred and suppressed rage. Richard sat slumped in the armchair, his handkerchief damp with sweat, his frail hands shaking. “Miss Grey…” Richard’s tone cracked. “All these years. I’ve been so eager to see your father again. To try and atone for all my sins”

Groaning lowly, she quickly opened her wardrobe and took another gown to wear, turning around to quickly put on her dress, she turned around and saw Ruthless still staring at her, his gaze held a hungry look. Vala wondered if he could behave like this when the full moon is yet to come, then how he could behave when it's full Moon? "Why are you staring at me, is not as if you have never seen me before." "I can't stop imagining your a*s Vala," Ruthless said, closing the distance between them, and placing one of his hands in her cheeks, "Just pray for me to control myself during the full Moon because you are really driving me crazy and I can't wait to have you. Those chains on you made you look

Russ stood there for one long second, eyes devouring me—shirt already discarded somewhere downstairs, his jeans slung low on his hips, and the thick outline of his cock straining against the zipper like it was trying to break free. I was naked on the bed except for the black stilettos I had on, my legs spread wide, knees bent, and heels digging into the crisp white comforter. My pussy was still swollen and slick from the way he'd finger-fucked me under the dinner table earlier, his cum from earlier on, mixed with my juice was already leaking out in slow, warm trails down my inner thighs. "Fuck, look at you," he rasped, his voice rough. "Spread open like that, dripping my load already. You re

My nipples hardened, and my desire to be consumed overshadowed my sanity. My head bobbed up and down, as his cock went down my throat. I wanted him inside me as fast as possible. Tears fell from my eyes since I could no longer control my innate desire. Ethan's breathing was rasp. He cursed… purred, and evened made to remove the blindfold. The intensity in the room spiked, I could feel it coming because now, he controlled my movement. Then just as I lifted my face, it spilled all over me… warm. Tempting.

I dared to turn my head and face Alex and that was when I realized that he was staring intensely at me, with darkened orbs filled with lust. He started bringing his face closer to me gradually, and when mine was just an inch closer to his, he said, "If you don't want this, I'm giving you the chance to leave. Now." His voice was deep, husky and hoarse, I could hear the restrain in it. This man's voice has always been my weakness, the huskiness and the velvety smoothness that laced it, will soon be the death of me. Without thinking twice, I grabbed Alex's collar and our lips collided. He tapped my thigh and I climbed on to his laps, wrapping my arms around his neck, while our lips continued to

He leaned down, his lips brushing hers, a possessive claim that tasted of smoke and secrets. "Now, give me the USB." Cali’s hand tightened around the leather-bound drive. "No. This is my leverage, Devi. This is the one thing you can't buy back." Devi’s expression shifted. The understanding husband vanished, replaced by the ruthless CEO who had built an empire on blood. He stepped into her space, his shadow swallowing her, his jealousy of her defiance flaring. "Leverage?" he whispered, his voice dropping to a terrifyingly soft register. "Against me? In my house? With my guards at the door and my tracker on your ankle?" He grabbed her wrist, not enough to bruise, but enough to remind her of th

I lean in, cutting him off mid-sentence, and press my lips to his. Noah freezes for a second, surprised, then responds immediately, his hand coming up to cup the back of my neck, his lips soft and warm against mine. It’s a good kiss…nice, familiar, safe. But as I deepen it, letting my hands slide up his chest to grip his sweater, I find myself wishing for more. Wishing for that fire, that urgency, that feeling that I’m about to fall off a cliff and I don’t care. I close my eyes tight, trying to pretend, trying to channel all that pent-up desire..the desire I have for Philip, into this moment with Noah. I down the rest of my drink and set the glass down hard, reach across the table, my finger

Mason pressed harder against my back, his arousal evident, grinding slowly in time with his fingers. I was on the edge, trembling, fighting not to moan loudly. This was everything I had secretly dreamed of his hands claiming me, awakening desires I had tried so hard to bury. The guilt only heightened it, making every touch feel electric. My mother’s presence added a dangerous thrill that left me dizzy.

All objections from my brain magically dissolve themselves, they are washed away by desire, my mind is getting fogged, that curse must be a real deal. Or at least I can blame that curse for letting my urges go wild. Wait? Does the curse end when he finds his mate or should there be some ritual? Never mind. I take a handful of his hair and inch near his inviting lips, locking eyes with him before crashing my mouth on his, the center of my needs being on fire again, only he has the cure for this torture. Without a second thought, he pulls me again in his lap and thrusts a finger in my pussy with no warning whatsoever, his act winning a loud moan from my side. His glinting eyes are full of hung