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NAUGHTY DESIRES: A COLLECTION OF DARK EROTICA  Novel Cover

NAUGHTY DESIRES: A COLLECTION OF DARK EROTICA

Warning : This book is filthy, addictive, and dangerously addictive. Once you start... you won't want to stop. NAUGHTY DESIRES - because some cravings are too wicked to resist. In the velvet darkness where pleasure and pain entwine, surrender is the only choice. A dominant stranger pins you beneath him on a bed of crimson rose petals, his hand wrapped possessively around your throat as your body trembles in helpless ecstasy. A ruthless billionaire demands your complete submission in a candlelit penthouse, turning your whispered "no" into a breathless "more." A dangerous lover drags you into the shadows, where every touch brands you, every command unravels you, and every climax leaves you aching for the next forbidden taste. These scorching stories plunge deep into the rawest, darkest corners of desire-where powerful men take what they crave and willing women beg to be taken. No limits. No mercy. Only raw, dripping, heart-pounding heat that will ruin you for anything tame.
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Chapter 5

"Pour me your strongest alcohol." I said to the bartender as his eyes widened with surprise. My fingers tapped impatiently on the counter while the loud music in the bar thumped against my ears.

"You have drank up to five bottles and you want another bottle," he said.

I leaned forward slightly, my head spinning a little from the alcohol already running through my veins.

"Do your job and pour me another alcohol," I said as I passed him the cup.

"Did you lose your job or something?" he cut in.

A bitter laugh escaped my lips as I ran a hand through my hair.

"Course... I found out my fiancee was cheating on me with a hot television host," I said as he passed the drink.

The glass felt cold in my hand as I lifted it.

"Uh... I'm sorry," he said as I gulped down the alcohol.

The liquid burned down my throat, making me cough slightly.

"Sorry?" I chuckled. My shoulders lifted in a careless shrug. "There's no need to be sorry. I broke off the engagement. He can have the hot actress, or television host, or whatever," I scoffed.

I turned to my right and noticed a strange man in black staring at me. His aura was calm and his stare sent shivers down my spine. A strange chill ran through my body as our eyes met.

I gulped and walked towards him, my heels clicking softly on the floor.

"Why are you staring at me?" I asked.

A smile formed on his face but he didn't answer. His calm expression made my chest tighten slightly.

"Are you mute? Can't you talk?" I asked.

"Did your boyfriend cheat on you Miss Greene?" he asked.

My eyes darkened as I stepped closer to him, my head felt hazy.

"How do you know my name?" I asked.

"I know a lot about you Miss Greene," he said. "Do you want to get back at him and make him feel the same pain?" he asked.

My fingers curled slightly at my sides as anger and hurt rushed through me again.

"Yes... yes I want him to regret what he did to me and feel the same pain I'm feeling," I said.

"I know something that will make you feel good," he said.

"What?" I asked, leaning closer.

"Follow me," he said as he stood up with a smile and walked out of the bar. I staggered behind him, trying to steady myself.

His car was parked opposite the bar. The cool night air brushed against my skin as we walked toward it.

He opened the door for me as I sat in the car. The leather seat felt cold against my legs. He entered and locked the door behind us.

"What can you do to make me feel good?" I asked.

Before I could say another word he dragged me closer and planted a soft kiss on my lips. My eyes furrowed as our lips crashed into each other. My breath caught slightly in my throat.

I didn't stop him.

I wanted more of him.

He carried me on his laps as he squeezed my ass. My hands dug into his hair as we ate our lips out, his bottom lip sucking mine. My heart pounded hard in my chest.

A moan escaped from my lips as he grabbed my ass tightly. My fingers tightened in his hair as my body reacted to his touch.

His hands found my breasts as he squeezed them hard. Another moan escaped from my mouth as I gasped, my back arching slightly.

I didn't know what I was doing, feeling a stranger in his car, but it felt so good.

His hands grabbed my breasts tightly as he squeezed them again. He took my nipple into his mouth as he bit it with his teeth.

"Fuck..." I moaned as I grinded my hips against his leg.

"You're horny already?" he asked.

His tongue circled my breast as he sucked it harder. My breathing grew heavier as my fingers clutched his shoulders.

His hand slid inside my panties and he thrust his finger inside my pussy.

"Fuck..." I bit down on my lips as his fingers moved in and out of me.

"You like that Miss Thorne?" he asked as he kept thrusting his finger in, making me go crazy.

He circled my clit with his thumb and kept thrusting in.

He removed his fingers and unzipped his trousers, revealing his monster cock.

"Sit on it and ride it like your life depends on it," he said.

I stroked his hard cock in my hands and slowly lowered myself onto it. My breath caught as I felt the stretch.

A moan escaped from my lips once more.

"Fuck..." he moaned as I felt his huge length inside me.

My head dropped back and the car rocked as he held me closer.

"Oh fuck..." he moaned as I bounced on the length of his cock, moving up and down as he spread my ass.

"Oh God..." I moaned as I increased my pace and guided my waist on his cock.

"Fuck... you're so good," he moaned again as I continued riding him, going back and forth and spreading my legs for him to go deeper and bouncing on his cock.

"Fuck... I'm going to cum," he moaned.

"Cum in me," I said as I tossed my face and hummed back and forth.

"Oh... fuck..." his grip tightened on my waist.

"Fuck..." he moaned as he exploded in me, his cum trickling down my thighs as I sigh in relief.

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