When Duty And Desire Meet Novels & Stories

"You can call me Desiree." Their lips met in a searing kiss, a fusion of desire and longing that left them both breathless. With Desiree by his side, Ryan left the bustling casino behind, their connection strong and undeniable. The limousine awaited, carrying them toward a night that held the promise of enchantment and desire, all set against the backdrop of the city that never slept.

lust, hate, desire tangled into one impossible woman. And I knew, deep down, that this war, this fire, this dangerous game between us… was far from over.

All I had to do was lie there and go to sleep but damn, the last thing I wanted to do was sleep. I opened my eyes again and looked at him, the sexiest man I’d ever laid eyes on. Dangerous and temperamental, he was the wrong guy for me. But I’d never felt more satisfied, felt more like a woman, than I did with him. And right now, my body was overriding the logic of my mind. I was getting wetter by the second, soaking my panties, and all I could think about was that cock I’d missed for the past seven days. “Dante?” His eyes had been open the entire time, hardly blinking. He hadn’t touched me, but it felt like his presence was completely wrapped around me. He was touching me with his heat, with

His blue eyes are directly in my face, and while part of me fears him, another darker part of me is aroused. How the hell can that be? Who gets turned on by having a man back them into a car? It pisses me off, but the asshole mate of mine smells…freaking delicious. He leans even closer—close enough that I can feel his minty breath on my skin. “This isn’t love,” he whispers in a gravelly voice. “Only duty and desire.” I scowl at him.

That is not the way things should be. The courtship is for the Alpha to know his Luna. To spend all of his spare time with her, for the Luna to warm his bed with sexual urges. But he has no desire for all that. In his mind, so very deep in his mind, he acknowledges that he has the desires to spend more time with Daisy than with his future Luna. But then again, when a man performs his duties, he do not have to like them. It is called a duty because it is an obligation. Whether you fancy it or not.

"What changed?" You, she thought. You and your fucking protective instincts and the way you look at me like I'm something precious instead of something useful. "I met the target," she said instead. "And he wasn't what I expected." Their eyes held. She saw the struggle in him, trust versus suspicion, desire versus duty. The same war she was fighting. The bond pulsed between them. Warm. Insistent. Dimitri raised his hand. Slow. Giving her time to refuse. His fingertips grazed her jaw, and,

Could this be another trap or a promise of safety? The conflict between duty and desire, treachery and hope, peaked in that pivotal moment. Nathan and Anita's slow-burning romance had evolved from a simple consolation to a battle cry and a promise to unite against forces that threatened to destroy them. They gave each other one last, defiant glance, and their entwined fingers tightened.

I needed him too. But as long as we can't fully admit our feelings for each other, we will always hurt each other. He has a duty to each kingdom, and I have a duty to a prophecy, I don't fully know yet. But there is a way, a way we can fulfill the burning desire in both of us without hurting ourselves. We give in to the desire, and the lust. But no love. “We give in,” I said, and he turned to look at me. “We give in to the desire,” I said softly, “but no love.”

And beyond that, she was beautiful in a way that lingered, quietly seductive, her sexiness not loud or obvious but impossibly hard to resist. The way her duty clothes clung to her curves made wanting her almost unbearable. I’d caught myself more than once imagining her blonde hair spilled across my sheets, her voice soft and breathless as she whispered my name, urging me on. The thoughts always came uninvited, and just as quickly, I forced them away. I always kept my gaze averted, my expression cool, my tone strictly professional, anything to make sure she never suspected. She was my employee. Off limits. Not the kind of woman I allowed myself to want.… Yet that did nothing to quiet the hung

I shook out the hand that had gone through the wall, walked into my bathroom, splashed water on my face, and leaned on the sink, staring at myself in the mirror. I had become a broken man, split between my desire and my duty. “Captain!” One of my warriors called from outside, knocking urgently on the door. Duty was calling me, at least something to pull me away from this spiral of thoughts. Something to distract me from my obsession with the woman I would never have, the woman I had no right to even desire, and yet haunted my dreams every night. _________________________________________________________________________