The Billionaire's Dark Desires Novels & Stories

“Leena, I am sure he didn't mean to say it in the wrong way. I also took him wrong many times before but things always get clarified later on. His personality is quite chaotic so…” Isabel looked up at her friend’s face whose eyes were fixed on Isabel in a deep frown. Helena shook her head. “Isa, please be careful. I don't believe these wealthy men. Out of all people, you know who pathetic my life was, how I suffered these years if not for you and Liam, I could have done something to me. These rich billionaire bastards don't care about girls like us. They will spoil you sweetly, take you to dinners and hang out with you for sometime fulfilling your every wish only to get into your pants in th

He had revived the company and become a billionaire due to very smart business decisions. Darien assumed that he had overcome the darkness in his life until he became clear how lonely he was despite all the money and adoration. He couldn’t date who he wanted for fear of negative public opinion. He was trapped in a gilded cage of his own making. The billionaire thought of Zach again and that boosted his mood. He was on his way out of the darkness. With that in the mind, he sped through rereading all of his past works and took out his notebook.

My body was still humming, a deep, heavy ache settling between my legs where he had just stretched me open. Dominic stood by the massive floor-to-ceiling window, his back to me. His broad shoulders were tense under a clean black t-shirt, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his dark sweatpants. Looking at him now, you wouldn't think he had just spent the last hour ruthlessly hammering into me, marking me as his. He looked completely detached again. Like the untouchable billionaire my father had trusted. He didn't turn around when I stepped off the bed. My bare feet made a soft padding sound against the polished hardwood floor.

Lavish gifts were his opening move and I , despite the cold rejections and the burning revenge in my heart felt the pull growing stronger with every passing hour. The game had escalated into something far more dangerous and I couldn’t deny the dark curiosity burning inside me: How far would the ruthless Alpha billionaire go to uncover the ghost in his bed?

One last attempt to reclaim control before the cancer took him completely. I stood on the cabin porch that night, wrapped in a thick coat, looking out at the dark trees. The snow had stopped, leaving the woods in perfect silence. Damien joined me, wrapping his arms around me from behind. We stood there together, watching the shadows, knowing that somewhere out there, killers were searching for us. “He is desperate,” Damien said quietly. “His empire is gone. His health is failing. All he has left is rage. He wants to take you and the baby with him when he goes.”

“I’ve watched you for months, Elena. Your struggles, your passion. I want to give you the world… but in return, you give yourself to me. Completely.” As he positioned himself between my legs again, sliding back into my creamy heat with one smooth thrust, he revealed fragments of his world. A billionaire with a shadowy empire—art, but also underground dealings where power was traded in whispers and dark rooms. Women before me had been fleeting, but none carried the fire I did. His thrusts grew harder, more possessive, hands pinning my wrists above my head as he drove into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his back, urging him deeper.

“You sound like an old woman. Come on, Clara. We’ll just go for a bit—one drink, one dance. You might even find inspiration for your interview tomorrow.” I gave her a side-eye. “Inspiration? At a nightclub?” She grinned. “Inspiration or a rich man—same difference.” I couldn’t help laughing. “You’re ridiculous.” “I’m serious!” she said, pointing at me with her makeup brush. “This is New York—the city of miracles, money, and mistakes. You never know who you’ll meet.” “I already know who I’ll meet,” I said. “My future boss. Elias Thorne—billionaire CEO, known playboy, and rumor has it he fired his assistant because she brought him coffee that was ‘too sweet.’”

“Tell me what you want.” “What I want?” Julian stepped closer, and lightning illuminated his face—twisted in fury, rain dripping from his hair. “I want you exposed. I want the world to see that their perfect billionaire is nothing but a fraud built on lies.” “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Damian growled.

He was thinking about what he can do to the request. "He already gave 10 billion dollars for the mission. Did you check it dad?" Ashleigh asked. Andrius was not aware of it so to see if by himself he checked his bank account and a large amount of money was transferred to him. "10 billion dollars, such a big amount of money. But for that old man, it was just a penny. He is rich, that's why many people were wanting to catch and kill him. Thinking that all of his wealth will be theirs." Vanessa smirked, thinking about how to initiate the plan in her mind.

I see the raw hunger in his gaze, matching the desperate need coursing through me. He suddenly turns and walks away. "Josh, no, you can't leave me like this!" I shout, running after him, desperate and pleading for release. I watch him ascend the stairs, not once glancing back. He’s only wearing his trousers, while I’m naked from the waist up. But I don’t care; all I can think about is the wild ecstasy he makes me feel. I follow him, my steps hurried and my breath ragged, driven by the overwhelming need to be with him.