Untold Desire Novels & Stories

The outside world with Zara and the fight club felt very far away. Ronan pulled back slightly. His dark eyes met Luke’s again. Hunger still burned there. His hand never stopped moving on Luke’s cock. Luke matched him stroke for stroke. Their foreheads pressed together. Water ran between their faces. The built-up desire showed in every touch. Quick. Needy. Months of holding back disappeared in the hot shower. Their moans mixed with the sound of running water. Hands gripped tighter. Strokes grew faster. Bodies pressed closer. Neither wanted to stop.

I should be done. I want more. Ryan positions himself behind me. I expect him to push into my pussy again – but instead, his thumb presses against my other hole. “Has anyone ever fucked you here?” “No.” My voice shakes. “Never.” “Do you want me to?” I think about Daniel. About all the things I wanted to try, all the fantasies I whispered to him late at night, all the times he called me dirty and made me feel ashamed for wanting more. “Yes,” I say. “I want everything. I want to walk down the aisle tomorrow having done everything he never let me do.”

in the dark. She tried to move on. Went on dates. Let men take her home. But their touches felt wrong—too gentle, too clumsy, too singular. Nothing compared to being claimed by three at once, nothing matched the way they’d made her feel wanted, filthy, perfect. The passion had been incandescent—filthy, consuming, everything. But it was never love. It was hunger. And hunger eventually starves. She sat alone in her room one night—windows open to the summer air, phone silent on the nightstand.

He used his teeth, his tongue, and the sheer, unyielding power of his body to strip away whatever was left of my pride. It was faster this time. Harder. He moved with a desperation that felt almost human, a frantic need to consume everything I was before the sun came up. I met him move for move, my hands clawing at his back, my legs wrapped so tight around him that I thought I’d break a rib. I wanted the pain. I wanted the mark. I wanted to be so full of him that there was no room for anything else.

(Attraction/Admission) Ethan Vale didn’t do parties. He did case law, 4.0 GPAs, and the kind of silence that made people nervous. At Crestwood University, he was Ace—untouchable, unreadable, the glacier of the law faculty who could dismantle an argument before breakfast and never let anyone see the cracks. Tonight, the cracks were threatening to show. Mara had blackmailed him with the threat of burning his annotated torts binder. The binder was sacred. Two semesters of color-coded notes lived inside it, along with the fragile remains of Ethan’s sanity.

She didn’t bother locking the door as she was alone upstairs, her mother and new stepfather downstairs unpacking the kitchen. The water was hot, perfect. She leaned against the tile and let it run down her body, hands sliding over her breasts, her stomach and between her thighs. She was already embarrassingly wet, had been since she caught sight of Derek’s forearms at dinner. Jesus, she was pathetic. Getting off to her stepbrother before she’d even moved in. Her fingers found her clit, circling and teasing. It was good, but she wanted more. She wanted the vibration, the relentless pressure that would make her scream.

It never did. The cell door opened. Inspector Jones walked in. He closed the door behind him. He looked at me sitting on the floor. “You asked to see me,” he said. I pushed myself up a little. My face was hot. I could not hide how hard I was. The outline was clear. “I need you to fuck me,” I said. My voice came out rough. “In the ass. Please.” He stared at me with furrowed brows. “What?” “The curse,” I said. “It makes me like this. If I do not get fucked I will stay like this for hours. It hurts. I already used a cleaning spell on myself. My ass is not dirty. You can check if you want. Just please do it.”

The whole day after Mom announced her trip, I was a mess. Every time I looked at Alexander, my body reacted against my will. My pussy would throb, remembering how his fingers felt inside me the night before. I kept scolding myself in my head. *This is so wrong. He’s married to your mother. He’s your stepfather. What kind of daughter are you becoming?* But no matter how much I tried to fight it, the ache between my legs only got worse. I still really wanted to see him but I couldn't as Mom stayed over. I'm starting to crave him and he hasn't even fucked me yet. I shouldn't even be thinking about this. He's twice my age and married to my mother.... But it sure feels so fucking good. I want mor

My wrists burned slightly from the rope, but it was nothing compared to the deep, throbbing need between my legs. Shame burned through me like wildfire. ‘What the hell had I gotten myself into with this man?’ This writer. This calm, collected, ruthless Daddy who had just denied me after making me beg and cry for his cock. And yet… I had never been more turned on in my entire life. My body was vibrating with unfulfilled desire. My pussy clenched around nothing, desperate and empty. I was ashamed of how wet I still was, how badly I still wanted him even after he had rejected me.

“No… I’ve been bad. I watch a lot of p**n. Older men… step-family stuff. It makes me so f*cking wet.” He let out a dark, low chuckle and stepped closer. His thick c*ck bobbed heavily between us, the tip shiny with prec*m. “You’re playing a dangerous game, little girl. Your aunt and cousins will be back in a few hours.” He didn’t tell me to leave. Instead, he reached down and tilted my chin up with two fingers. “You really want this?” I nodded eagerly and sank to my knees on the cool tiles without being asked. “Please, Uncle Ryan… I want to feel it.”