The Last Desire Novels & Stories

She gasped, her body trembling, desperate for release. Dante smirked, watching her with dark satisfaction. "You think you’re in control, bella, but you’re not." Isla glared at him, furious, needy, completely undone. "I hate you." Dante chuckled, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips. "You say that, yet here you are, letting me touch you, letting me own you." She turned her face away, shame and desire warring inside her. "You can resist me all you want, Isla." His voice was soft but firm. "But in the end, you’ll come to me willingly."

A slick, glistening drop. Waiting. Dripping. I swallowed, thighs pressing together, but it was no use. My core was already clenching, wet and swollen and desperate. He raised his eyes back to mine, and this time, there was nothing gentle there. Just raw hunger. Tension coiled tight behind his jaw, like he was barely holding himself back. Then he spoke, his voice low and husky, like gravel and sin. “This is your last chance.” His words poured over me like molten steel. “If you want to turn around, do it now. Because the second I touch you… I’m not stopping. I won’t be gentle. I’ll ruin you.”

"It's not hard to see, my friend. If she drove you jealous to the point of insanity, then it's because you desire her." "Desire and love are too different things." "Perhaps they are, but in this case, I don't see the difference." "There is. As I already informed you, I am only punishing her for what she did to me." "Are you? Then when will your punishment end?" "Probably when she gave birth." "And what is your plan after she gives birth?" "Hum...I'm yet to decide." "You can give her to me after." "What!" "Give Bella to me, my friend. If you don't know the value of the woman you have here, then give her to me, and let me bring out the royalty in her."

"The view is exquisite, isn't it? All those ants scurrying about, utterly oblivious to the true architects of their lives." "Indeed," I murmured, a faint smile touching my lips. Desiree often indulged in our shared fantasy of playing as gods. "Ignorance truly is bliss, isn't it? Besides, it makes our work all the more…efficient." I turned from the window, meeting her gaze. "You never did explain why I should steer clear of Kade Everhart." Desiree didn't turn or even glance my way, but I saw the subtle stiffening of her shoulders. Hmm... Interesting. Did she have a history with him? "You looked into him? Wasn't my word enough?"

My heart screamed, my pulse roared, and my mind was spinning in a dizzying mix of desire and fear. “Jade,” he murmured, low, throaty, possessive, “I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you. I’ve wanted you like this, like you’re about to combust under my touch. And I’m not leaving until you give in… until I know you feel the same fire.” My glasses slid down my nose again, and I pushed them up automatically, though I barely registered it. His hands brushed against mine, lingering, sending shivers up my spine. He was every dangerous fantasy I’d ever imagined. Every late-night craving. Every forbidden thought.

“Sofia… I’m so close…” “Hold it,” she ordered, still riding him without mercy. “Not until the credits end.” She ground her clit against his pubic bone on every downstroke, chasing her own orgasm. Her pussy fluttered around him, getting tighter. The wet slapping sounds grew louder. The credits continued to scroll. Names appeared and disappeared at the bottom of the screen while the couple on film kept fucking in raw desperation. Sofia slammed down one final time as the last credit rolled. Her pussy pulsed hard around Luca’s cock. She came with a sharp gasp, walls clamping down and milking him in strong squeezes. Hot wetness flooded around his shaft as she gushed on him.

Real. Serena looked up. Kael was already looking at her. The television continued playing. Lia remained absorbed in the movie. Damon seemed interested in the screen. Yet suddenly Serena couldn't hear any of it. Because for one strange second, it felt like the entire room had disappeared. Leaving only that look. That impossible look. Then Kael sat down again. The moment ended. Just like that. Serena could still feel where their fingers had touched. And judging by the way Kael's attention remained fixed on the movie afterward... He was making a very deliberate effort not to look at her again.

“I have no desire for you to look proper around me. In fact…” Oh God. Panic and desire shot up my spine as my thighs clenched hard. I swallowed, trying to squirm out of his hold and away from his gaze as I glanced toward the door nervously. Ivan spun me around in response. “Ivan…” I whispered breathlessly, “…we’ll be late.” “I don’t care.” His eyes were obsidian-dark. “They can wait.” My heart raced in my chest at just how much desire was embedded in those eyes of his, and my throat clenched hard. “Was last night not enough? I’m already exhausted.”

Penelope read the message for the fourth time. YOU HAVE WON THE TRUST, PENELOPE. NOW ASK YOURSELF WHY HENRY LET YOU KEEP IT. She sat at her desk long after the office had emptied, the glow of her phone illuminating the papers scattered before her. Outside the glass walls, the city continued as though nothing had changed. Cars moved through the streets. Office lights flickered off one floor at a time. Somewhere downstairs, the security guard laughed at something his colleague had said.

It was as if she’d been deprived for far too long, giving in now with a quiet desperation that made my pulse throb. I leaned against the doorway, arms folded across my chest, watching in silence, like I’d stumbled into a private performance meant for no one else. The subtle movements beneath her skirt, the faint, telling sounds she made, were enough to make my jaw tighten. Seeing her like that, I could no longer deny the slow, dangerous pull of desire threading through me. I hadn’t realized how deeply I wanted her until this moment,.until watching her like this made my body react before my mind could catch up.