Untold Desires Novels & Stories

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.

I commanded, and he did, towering but compliant. I unbuckled his belt, yanking his pants down. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, nine inches of rigid flesh curving slightly upward, the head glistening with pre-cum. It was bigger than I imagined, heavy in my hand as I gripped the base. "You curate others' desires, but what about yours? Tell me what you want." He swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing. "You. On your knees, mouth on me." The words came out strained, his control cracking.

"Then what do you want? You said there was a price." He turned around, and the gold in his eyes was cold, like frozen coins. "You didn't just call a lover, Claire. You called a shadow. From now on, I am the hunger you can't satisfy. You will go about your life. You will go to your job, you will talk to your friends, you will eat and sleep. But every time a man touches your hand, you will feel my teeth on your neck. Every time you try to find pleasure without me, you will feel nothing but ash in your mouth." The weight of it hit me. It wasn't death; it was a haunting.

Right then, I focused more on finding more ideas I could explore in order to get to my answer. I tapped my pencil on my chin, trying to think of other things Renald told me that could be a clue. The arousal? Urgh! I kept getting back to that primitive desire. In the end, I wrote it down too. ‘Deep, intense, unconscious desire for supernatural creatures’. I tilted my head, trying to remember what I could of the biology of arousal when suddenly, a shadow loomed over me from behind.

His madness didn't make sense to her. How could someone suddenly be this much obsessed with the girl he didn't want? He did call her unwanted then why all of a sudden she became the only wanted desire of his life? Why? Was there something she was missing, was there something more to the truth? Shaking her head she took a deep breath no matter what it was, no matter how much she loved him, it didn't matter anymore. She might never be able to move on from him but she couldn't live with him as well, he wasn't her Leo, he wasn't the man she waited for, her Leo was never this heartless.

I place my hand on his cheek. He’s afraid of having me run away because of his tastes in sex. Still, I’ve fantasized about being tied down, spanked, punished, and mixing pain with pleasure. Nothing about me screams light. Darkness is what I know. Dark desires are what I crave. I don’t know much about my parent's sex life. Still, what I’ve accidentally stumbled upon, well, let's just say dark desires, seems to run in the family.

Unspoken Desires Intro; After years of separation, Ethan returns to his best friend’s sister, Harper, at her brother’s request. Harper has refused to work for the family company, and her brother is desperate to change her mind. But when Ethan and Harper are reunited, the unresolved tension between them, built up over years of longing, explodes. What begins as a heated argument about her future quickly turns into an undeniable attraction, burning through their words and actions. In a single, passionate night, they give in to the chemistry that’s been simmering beneath the surface for years, leaving nothing unsaid, and nothing unfulfilled.

That’s when their darkest, deepest desires come pouring out, and I’m there, watching it all with them. This is where I see the real them. Not the version they show to the world—the version that’s polite, careful, safe. No, when they think no one’s looking, that’s when the masks come off. Their hidden fantasies, the ones they’d never dare speak aloud, play out right in front of me. The fetishes they suppress, the desires they think are too depraved for daylight? I see it all, uncensored and raw.

"Hm. Desperate because I want you so much." Then after that, it was unclear who initiated it, but their faces drew closer, hypnotized by time that seemed to slow down. It was compelling... seductive... and it swept them both away in a wave of desire once again.

I couldn't tell her I forgot to add that tiny little detail of me telling him by name Ariana studied me for a long moment, then sighed. “Well, that’s creepy. Sexy, but creepy.” I laughed softly, shaking my head. “That’s the problem. He’s both.” The words hung between us for a beat too long. Because what I didn’t tell Ariana — what I couldn’t tell her — was how my mind wasn’t racing because of fear. It was racing because of desire. A dark, raw kind of want I didn’t recognize.