LOGINWarning : 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.
View MoreLife didn’t feel exciting anymore since I broke up with my ex-boyfriend Theo. Theo was one of the men who made me feel good, the kind that made my legs tremble and made my body react without control. But now that he’s gone, I feel like nothing but a dry pond. I tried hanging out with strangers but I always felt uncomfortable around them.
It even got worse when I kept thinking about a guy who grabbed my ass at the bar during my last year in university. I wanted that feeling again. I wanted my ass to be grabbed and my pussy to flood without control, so I joined a sex chat group and I got paired with a mysterious man who didn’t show me his picture. He said he preferred a face-to-face meeting, so I’m here to see him.
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Present day, 6pm.
I adjusted my short black gown as I crossed my legs on the chair, waiting for the mysterious man. He had already seen my picture but he couldn’t show me his.
“If I knew I couldn’t see his picture, I wouldn’t have sent him mine,” I mumbled under my breath, letting out a small sigh as I checked the entrance again.
I have been at the restaurant for almost twenty minutes now and my fingers kept tapping the table nervously. “Isn’t he going to show up any longer?” I thought, my chest rising slowly as I tried to calm myself.
The door to the restaurant suddenly swung open and I looked up again, my eyes widening the moment I saw my biology professor walking forward. My heart skipped hard in my chest and my stomach tightened in shock. It even got more confusing when he walked directly toward me. I quickly turned my face and scanned the room to see who he was looking for, but he smiled and waved at me. I froze for a moment.
“You seem surprised Miss Harrison,” he said as he walked closer to me.
I forced a small smile, though my heart was beating fast and my fingers tightened slightly on the chair. “Uh… what are you doing here?” I asked.
“Weren’t you the one who requested for a sex partner?” he said.
My eyes widened and I quickly covered his mouth with my hand, my heart jumping as I leaned closer so people wouldn’t hear us. “Shhh!” I whispered, my breath a little shaky.
He gently removed my hand from his mouth. “It’s okay Miss Harrison, no one cares about what we say. Everyone here focuses on their own life,” he said calmly.
“You’re the one in the group chat… it was you, Professor Dickson?” I asked, confusion written all over my face as I stared at him.
“You’re more of a tease than I thought,” he said. “But yes, it was me.” My heart beat faster when I realized the man from the chat group was actually my biology professor. I couldn’t believe it, my chest rose and fell slowly as I tried to process what was happening. Out of all the men in the group, it had to be him.
“Not only that, you’re also the one who’s been making those bold comments online,” he added with a small smile.
“I… I said those things online, not in real life,” I muttered, feeling my cheeks grow warm. My fingers tightened slightly on the edge of the table as embarrassment rushed through me.
“I can’t believe my best student is seeking pleasure online,” he continued.
I rolled my eyes, trying to hide the nervous feeling building in my stomach. “Professor Dickson, you’re also seeking pleasure here,” I replied quietly.
He leaned back slightly in his chair and looked at me with a small smirk. “Have you been eating properly?” he asked casually.
I bit down my lip, looking a little confused by the sudden question.
“That’s okay, Miss Harrison. You can talk,” he said calmly.
“I… I’m fine,” I replied, letting out a slow breath.
“When was the last time you felt pleasure?” he asked.
My heart skipped slightly at the question.
“A year ago, after my ex left me,” I said softly.
“So he made you feel good?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied quietly. “He made me feel like a woman.”
“You’re more jealous than you think,” he said with a slight laugh.“You’re about to get my professor into trouble,” he added.
My eyes widened slightly and I leaned closer, lowering my voice. “These things weren’t meant to be taken seriously. I was only joking,” I whispered, my hands folding together nervously.
“But you came here to meet me,” he said calmly as he finished his drink.
I felt a sudden wave of heat spread through my body. I didn’t know how to answer that.
“I… I came because I was curious,” I admitted.
He stood up slowly from the chair. “Come with me,” he said.
My stomach tightened.
“I… I can’t,” I replied quickly, though my voice sounded weaker than I intended.
He looked down at me and raised an eyebrow. “You said you were bored with life,” he reminded me.
I stood up slowly, my chair sliding back slightly. My legs felt a little shaky as I followed him.
The restaurant suddenly felt smaller around us.
We walked out of the restaurant together and stepped into the cool evening air. The soft wind brushed against my skin and made me shiver slightly.
He opened the door of his black SUV and looked at me.
“Be careful, you don’t want to make yourself uncomfortable,” he said quietly.
My heart was beating faster again.
“I’m going to make you very wet,” he added, his voice low.
My breath caught in my throat.
For a moment I just stared at him, my mind spinning with confusion and curiosity.
I knew I should walk away. But instead, I stepped closer to the car. Something inside me was already pulling me toward whatever was about to happen next.
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