Tainted Desire Novels & Stories

"The taboo has never been so delicious, and I want more... always more." "And I... can't resist you..." Dirly replied, her voice hoarse, dirty with desire, her fingers still gripping him. "Every touch, every moan... it addicts me... consumes me..." The heat persisted, the sweat streamed, their bodies still glued together, but desire was already pulsing anew, signaling that this was just another episode of the intense, dirty, and forbidden surrender that would only deepen with every touch, every position, every provocation, and every risk.

“It might be a taboo, but who cares? For someone like me, I can desire for that thing.” “You what now?” “Nothing, I am just glad that you are threating me as your friend.” From those seemingly innocent smiles, hides his growing lust. The sin that is a casual thing to begin with and especially towards him who is an embodiment of one. The taboo that everyone might call it is something that is natural to the ones like him. A desire and a shift of emotion that he wanted and fast. “One day and another, I shall have what I desire the most.” “DON’T you get it, Tucker?”

“For some reason, I seem to care about you.” My body tingled as his palm grazed my cheek. He was so close to me that his strong scent filled my nose. It was simply intoxicating. My heart pounded against my ribcage and my breath became ragged. It didn’t feel right that I was getting so close to the person that I had contracted to kill my husband. But my body didn’t seem to care about that. Just his touch was enough to send desire coursing through me like a raging river. I didn’t bother trying to fight the longing I felt because I knew it was a losing battle. I wanted him. My body craved him like it had been starving for a long time. I trembled as he continued caressing my cheek, staring direc

Every glance from her, every subtle smile, every innocent movement became a battleground where desire fought against honor, and treason was already winning. By the time I left the room, champagne glass in hand, I knew one thing with absolute certainty: I would fight it. Desire, obsession, temptation — I would resist. And in resisting, I would slowly unravel. Treason had begun.

The hem of her ugly nightgown curled up in my hand and my knuckles grazed against her bare skin. Abruptly I yanked her leg up, twisting it to the side as I stared down at the prominent scars, depicting something beautifully twisted, and perversely inviting. The hunger those scars awoke inside me burned like acid in my stomach, letting me crave the warped desires that always churned in the deepest part of my soul. It wasn't something I was prepared for. It wasn't a complication I anticipated when I put this entire plan together, but fuck me, it slammed against my chest, shaking my very foundation. Even though my hatred for this woman poisoned the blood running through my veins, my cock pulsed

I want to see his dick slide between my skin right before he drags his throbbing dick down my belly to my pussy and fucks me really hard. "What do you want, Tiffany?" He registered to my ear and licked my ear. I felt a tingling sense but the tingles in my pussy was craving to be touched. "To fuck me," I said hastily. "Say it again," he told me. "I want you to fuck me Luciano." His thumb reached the middle of my legs and gently rubbed on my clit making me yearn for more. His second finger joins it and he spreads me open before sliding them between my creases

“But don’t stand here looking at me like that.” That broke me. My purse clattered to the floor, forgotten, as his mouth consumed mine with raw, punishing desire. Heat burned through me, my skirt riding high as his hand slipped against the bare skin of my thigh. My gasp echoed in the tiled walls, but I didn’t care if anyone heard. “Jacqueline…” he groaned, burying his face against my neck, his voice ragged, almost broken. “You undo me.” My fingers tangled in his hair, dragging him closer, my own control shattering with every second.

"Lauren… is it true?" My father’s head hung low. He said nothing, but his shoulders trembled with fury. "Lauren," Nora piped up sweetly from the side, her words soaked in poison. "You’ve gone too far. Sleeping with so many men… What if you infected Michael with something dirty?" My nails dug into my palms, sharp crescents cutting flesh. I opened my mouth, ready to strike back— However, Michael cut me off, his eyes clouded with something dark. "Lauren… I never thought you could be this filthy."

Even the sex that was supposed to throw him out of my system had left me desiring more and more. He was the sweetest temptation and the darkest sin. He was a poison laced with beautiful seduction, a deadly but addictive one. The poison I desired to have more of, even after knowing that it was slowly killing me. I have tasted it once…but one taste wasn’t enough.

“Crawl towards me,” If I wanted to fight it, I couldn’t. I was already far gone in my head. Lust had taken control of me. I crawled towards him, my eyes fixed on his cock, mesmerised by the way his veins strained around his length. I needed him, more than air. I was an inch away from him, my eyes fixed on his length. I couldn’t tear my eyes from him even if I wanted to. “Tell me Elena, who are you?” A traitor.