Tainted Desire Novels & Stories

"Nothing happened, Mike. I swear. I pushed them away. I…" "That's not the question, Tara. The question is intent. The desire to dirty yourself. To dirty me." I took a step forward. She stepped back, bumping into the marble console. "I didn't want to dirty you! I wanted… I wanted to feel something! Everything is dead here! You're dead! And I'm dying slowly beside you!" Her cry broke into a sob in her throat. Her fragility, suddenly exposed, should have softened me. But the anger had taken too much. She had opened the cage. She had let the outside world, that world of vile desires and vulgarity, into our sanctuary. Our lie.

Hands everywhere pinching nipples, slapping breasts, fingers dipping into her ass just enough to tease, to make her buck and whine. Lara lost count of the orgasms. They blurred together one rolling into the next until she was a sobbing, slick mess. Her body ached sore throat, bruised hips, pussy raw and pulsing but she couldn't stop. Didn't want to. The emotions crashed over her: shame at how much she craved this degradation, anger at both men for turning her into this, and underneath it all, a dark, twisted love that bound her to them both. Tade came first this time pulling out to spill across her breasts, hot ropes painting her skin white while he growled her name like a curse.

And maybe, just maybe, a sick, twisted, and crazy part of me wanted to be that woman—yes, I admitted it, because denying it wouldn't wash away the desires crawling up my skin, the chills running down my spine, and the heat carving into my flesh. I wanted to be in that woman's place. I wanted Damien to fist my hair like that and fuck me raw. "Fuck, I need to get a hold of myself," I muttered, turning to the other side of the bed, not even daring to lift the duvet. I just wanted to hide and never come out, because despite the raw, aching desire, I felt ashamed to want a man like that. A man who was out of my bounds. Damien Black had women throwing themselves at him; they were just toys to him.

They were still coated in the thick, creamy proof of my betrayal—the slick, pearly mess of a girl who had just let two dangerous men take her apart in her mind. This wasn’t just a crush. It was a sickness. A dark, sticky craving that made me feel like I was rotting from the inside out with want. I watched the cream-colored evidence of my climax swirl down the drain, rinsed my hands thoroughly, and walked back into my bedroom. The room was empty, but the air felt thick, like someone had just been breathing it. I pulled on a thin cotton nightgown, my skin still buzzing and raw as I walked into the kitchen.

“—No, no, you listen, bro. I know how much you love the feeling of your girl’s flesh, clenching around that cock of yours…that powerful feeling of filling her and moving inside her tight hole; that intense feeling of dominance as you listen to her cry and beg for you; that extreme and violently overwhelming whirlwind of emotions streaming in every single vein in your body never really leaves you even after you’re done screwing her, bro. And once you reached the peak, you just want to go for it again, and you should, we all should. Why should we restrain ourselves? Why should we control our desires when we know for certain that it’d only make us fucking lose our mind until we let it go? It’s

Why now? I had tried with other women before. Always ended the same — I would get them naked, start touching them, and then the darkness would creep in. I wanted to bite until they bled. I wanted to choke them while I fucked them. I wanted to see fear and pleasure mixed together. Every time, I stopped myself before I could hurt anyone. I knew I was broken. But with Scarlett… the pull was stronger than anything I’d ever felt. I wanted to see every inch of her. I wanted to mark her. I wanted to hear her cry my name while I pushed her limits.

“Now, bring your hand lower. I want you to confirm for me what you told me earlier. Is your surrender as desperate as I need it to be to fuel this war? Are you wet for my voice, Elara?” I gasped, pressing my fingers into the soft, yielding skin of my inner thigh. The confession was humiliating, but the need was a hurricane. “Yy-es, Mr. Adrian. I am. It’s… it’s a mess of heat. And I hate you for knowing exactly how to weaponize my desire.”

He could try, but he would certainly fail," I responded, my eyes trailing over the room, relishing the way some seemed to shrink from my gaze. In a room of a hundred people, I had blackmailed ninety-five, and I felt no remorse. They all deserved it and even if they didn't, what's done was done anyway. I knew what they called me—heard whispers of "the stone bitch," how they seemingly hated me and wished me dead. And yet, I knew many of those same men sought to sleep with me, to boast they had tamed the wolf. How ironic that I would gobble them up instead. "Do you think they know what the party is for?" Desiree asked, curling a lock of red hair around her finger. We looked at each other and sm

“I’ll do anything.” Damien’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. He tilted my chin up with two fingers, forcing me to meet his icy, piercing gaze. My lips parted on a soft exhale. For one wild moment, I pictured him shoving me against the desk, ripping my skirt up, and taking what he wanted right here in his luxurious office. “Anything?” he asked, his voice dropping lower. “Be careful what you offer, Elena. I’m not a nice man.” My breath hitched. I could feel my nipples tightening painfully against my bra. My pussy was already soaked, throbbing with need. I had fantasized about this moment so many times — Damien looking at me like he wanted to devour me.

Would you like to pick a man yourself or do you want us to choose one for you? Destiny was prepared for this question. She had laid awake in her bed that night planning exactly what she wanted. 'I would like you to pick someone for me. I don't want to know who it is. As a matter of fact, I would like to be blindfolded. I don't want to see him at all. I'm not looking for romance or sweet words. There is no need to even talk to me unless he feels the need. I want to be in bed, naked when he comes in. As a virgin I have no idea what I'm doing so I will be counting on him to make it as pleasant as possible. I know as a virgin there will be pain and I won't blame him for that. As long as he tries