Scarlet Desire Novels & Stories

“Where?” “lake Riva.” “Why?” she whispered. “You already have a picture.” “Because I want you to make me something. And the only thing beautiful enough to hang on my wall is you.” I grabbed the sheet and pulled it away, so I could see her flat tummy. She had a cute belly button and flawless skin. Her only imperfection was the scar on her arm where she’d been struck by a bullet. We had the same scar. I just had it in more places. She continued to watch me with hesitance in her eyes. “I’ve never painted myself before. It’ll be weird.”

Holding the side of her saari she came near to him. Asfand who was putting his laptop and office bag on the table turned around to the voice of Sanam. As he landed his eyes on her he then forget to take it off her. Her beauty was ravishing in her dark red saari. She made her hair arranged in a loose bun. And the red bangles in her hand were enough to cause a rupture in Asfand's heart. He was feeling it hard to control the emotions building up inside of him for her. For a good amount of time, he kept on standing still staring at her.

But whatever this girl had done, had to have pissed the luna so much that she left her sister out there. With Sandra gone, Scarlet didn't even bother to get up, instead, she took a bottle from her purse and began chugging down the alcohol. She looked sick of being blackmailed by her boyfriend. But wasn't that the man she had chosen in the first place? Wasn't that the man she had run away with, because she didn't want to marry the barbaric alpha? Scarlet was confused as hell, but even then, she looked like she was willing to do whatever it took, for her to get on the alpha’s good side.

He suddenly dropped me to the floor, bent down and whispered. "DARK DESIRES...." "Wh.... what are you...",I stuttered trying to understand what he was saying. But then I felt a heavy metal on my head. I felt everything blacking out.

She spun slowly for him again, the sheer, vibrant fabric an invitation and a provocation. Roberts was mesmerised. He abandoned the doorframe, taking two slow steps closer. His control, usually sharp and absolute, began to fray at the edges. He watched her, absorbing the visual feast, the faint, intoxicating scent of her skin, the unreserved, powerful presentation of her body. This was the no-holds-barred familiarity he craved—the woman, stripped of her titles, yet infinitely more magnificent. “Scarlet,” Roberts breathed, his voice thick with desire, reaching out a hand but stopping short of contact. “The colour of possession. My control is compromised. I require intervention.”

Scarlet was possibly afraid that the man would threaten her with the knowledge of her past, so willingly acceded to his desires. On the other hand, from the way he knew her needs and lustiness, it was probably not the first time she had allowed him to touch her in class. Maybe it was the first time she had been laid by him, but he was not new to her. That possibility as well as the fact he seemed to be blackmailing her with her assignment and his knowledge of her past, tormented me. I knew that I would have to get my mind off thinking about Scarlet and her endeavours with Jerk. But as I focused my mind on the laptop screen before me, images of Scarlet’s body moving in sync with Jerk’s just k

Scarlett stepped out, wrapped in a silk crimson nightdress that clung to her curves like a second skin, the fabric scandalously short, showcasing those flawless legs that could stop traffic. The fabric was sheer in all the right places, her nipples pressing against it, dark peaks begging for attention. Scarlett was drop-dead gorgeous, the kind of supermodel beauty that turned heads and hardened cocks without effort. Any red-blooded male would've been on her in seconds, but as she padded across the room toward me, all I felt was... nothing. Zilch. No twitch. No hint of desire. For unarguably the most desirable woman in the supernatural world.

I mindlinked her, laughing. “I did. Trust me, I did. But it’s not just the size of his manhood, Miya. It’s his wolf too. He wanted us. I could see he wanted us.” I could feel Scarlet’s energy bubbling inside of me, and honestly, it warmed my heart. I had never seen her this excited about anything ever since Meidran rejected us. “Of course he did. I played one of his dead mother’s favorite songs. Haven’t you heard the saying that men are more attracted to women who remind them of their mothers? I told you that I could handle things perfectly.”

--- When we finally mate, I want to see if you'll keep thinking that-- I say irritated by the comparison I'M A FUCKIN' MALE! --- Although.... You're more like a big bad wolf-- he says sensually biting my earlobe Where the fuck did that fire come from? --- My princess, are you okay?-- I ask worried about her behavior, Scarlet is bold but not so much --- I don't know-- he says lowering his head-- I'm starting to feel something different, a desire to...-- he stops talking and starts fanning himself It can only mean one thing

"You don't know me." "I think I do. Just answer the question. Tell me the truth. What do you crave and why?" My hand was shaking, forcing me to clench my fist, and I could hear the sound of my beating heart echoing in my ears. Scarlet shook her head several times. I simply gave her a dominating look. She laughed, the sound full of nerves. "I want passion, the kind that romance novels are made of. I long for security, a man who understands my needs and will take care of me no matter the obstacles."