All Chapters of NAUGHTY DESIRES: A COLLECTION OF DARK EROTICA : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

His apartment was a mess… clothes on the floor, dishes in the sink, a half-empty pizza box on the coffee table with a slice of pepperoni growing stiff and cold. I didn't care, all I could see was him.I kissed my way down his chest, my tongue tracing the lines of his abs. He shivered beneath me, his hands gripping my hair, guiding me lower, his breath catching with each touch of my lips."Show me what that mouth can do," he said, his voice a low growl.I took his cock in my mouth, deep and slow, savoring the taste of him. He was already hard, I wrapped my lips around the head, sucking gently before taking him deeper. I bobbed my head, my hand gripping the base of his cock, my tongue swirling around the tip with each upward stroke."Fuck…" He groaned, his hips bucking, his fingers tightening in my hair. "Just like that."I sucked him harder, until the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. I gagged, but I didn't stop. I wanted to taste him, wanted to feel him come undone because o

I didn't go to class the next day.I woke up in his bed again, my body tangled in sheets that smelled like him, my skin marked with the evidence of the night before, teeth marks on my shoulder, the dull ache between my legs that reminded me of everything we had done. The rain had stopped sometime during the night.Jason was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to me, the muscles in his shoulders shifting as he scrolled through his phone. I watched him for a moment, taking in the curve of his spine, the way his hair fell across his forehead, the way he looked like he belonged in my life even though I barely knew him."You're staring," he said without turning around."Well… that's cause you're hot."He laughed, tossing his phone onto the nightstand and crawling back into bed, pulling me against his chest. "What do you want to do today?"I traced circles on his stomach, my fingers dipping lower, brushing against the head of his cock. "This.""Again?""Again."He r

I woke up in my own bed, but my body still felt branded. Every muscle ached in the sweetest, filthiest way. When I moved, a dull, delicious throb pulsed between my legs, a reminder of how completely he’d used me on that desk. I pressed my thighs together and moaned softly at the soreness, the wet ache still lingering even after I’d showered twice. I was late. Again. By the time I reached the 40th floor, my stomach was a knot of dread and anticipation. The night before felt like a fever dream… his cock stretching me open, the sound of my own desperate cries, the way he fucked me senseless. I half-expected him to pretend it never happened. The heavy door was closed. I knocked once. “Come in.” His voice was the same… low, cool, controlled. My heart sank even as my pulse jumped. I pushed the

The first time I saw him, I thought he was a ghost, or a statue. Something not quite human. It was my first day, and I was standing in the lobby of Carson Technologies, clutching my new employee folder like a life preserver. The building was all glass, reflecting morning light. I’d gotten the job through a combination of sheer luck, a perfectly faked confidence during the panel interview, and, I suspected, the fact that my predecessor had lasted only six weeks. The HR director, a kind-faced, quiet woman named Brenda, had given me the talk. “Mr. Carson is… particular,” she’d said, choosing her words with care. “He expects perfection. He sees everything. He has a zero-tolerance policy for errors, for lateness, for… well, for anything less than absolute excellence. Your job is to make his world run smoothly. Do not try to be his friend. Do not offer opinions unless asked. Be flawless.

The black silk dress clung to my body like a second skin. It was the one Adrian had sent to my apartment that afternoon… strapless, high-slit, and so short I had to be careful how I walked. Underneath, I wore nothing but the small steel plug he’d given me the night before.His driver picked me up at seven. When the elevator opened directly into his penthouse, Adrian was waiting. He looked devastating in a black button-down with the sleeves rolled up, exposing those strong forearms. His eyes dragged over me slowly, possessively.“Turn around,” he ordered.I did. He lifted the hem of my dress and pressed two fingers against the base of the plug. A low groan rumbled in his chest when he felt it still seated inside me.“Good girl. Keep it in through dinner.”He led me to a private dining area. A long table was set for two beneath a canopy of string lights. The food was already waiting.Every ti