All Chapters of NAUGHTY DESIRES: A COLLECTION OF DARK EROTICA : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The day dragged like torture.Every step reminded me of him. Adrian’s cum had dried sticky on my inner thighs, and without panties, I felt exposed, open, constantly aware of the cool office air brushing against my bare, swollen cunt.I caught him watching me through the frosted glass more than once. Each time our eyes met, heat flooded my pussy and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud.By 7:30 p.m., the floor was nearly empty. Only the low hum of the building’s systems and the distant sound of rain against the windows remained. I was finishing the last file of reports.“Ms. Morgan. My office. Now.”His voice was pure command.I smoothed my skirt and walked in without knocking.Adrian was standing behind his desk, jacket gone, sleeves rolled to his elbows, tie loosened.“Lock it,” he ordered.I turned the deadbolt. “Skirt up.

The rain was coming down in sheets when I finally pushed through the heavy wooden door of The Hollow, the kind of neighborhood bar that still had actual wood paneling and a jukebox that worked. My hair was plastered to my face, my blazer soaked through, and the heels I’d worn to the office were now squelching with every step. I dropped onto a stool at the far end of the bar, away from the few other patrons there. “Rough night?”The voice was low and smooth. I looked up. The bartender standing in front of me was tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair pushed back from his face and sleeves rolled to his elbows. His forearms were dusted with dark hair and marked with faint ink. He had the kind of easy smile that probably got him plenty of tips and trouble in equal measure.“Rough year,” I muttered, dragging my wet hair out of my eyes. “Whiskey.”He didn’t reach for the well bottle. Instead he grabbed something nicer, poured two fingers, and slid the glass across to me. “On the house.” I

The apartment above the bar was small but warm, with exposed brick walls, a wide bed pushed against the far wall, and the faint smell of whiskey that clung to Alex’s clothes.The second the door clicked shut behind us, he had me pinned against it, his mouth on my neck, sucking and biting just hard enough to leave marks. His hands were already under my skirt again, gripping my ass, spreading my cheeks so his fingers could brush over my still-wet, cum-slicked folds.“Fuck, Maya,” he groaned against my skin. “I can feel my cum leaking out of you. That’s so goddamn hot.”I moaned, tilting my head to give him better access. “Ahh… Alex, I want more…”He spun me around, walked me backward until the backs of my knees hit the bed, and pushed me down onto the mattress. I landed on my back, legs spread, skirt still hanging around my waist. Alex stood over me, eyes dark, chest rising and falling as he stripped off his shirt and shoved his jeans the rest of the way down. His cock was already half-

The bar was up and running but Alex didn’t let that stop him. He stayed on his knees behind the bar, hidden from view by the solid wooden counter, and kept his mouth sealed over my clit while customers ordered drinks just a few feet away. The risk of being caught made everything hotter, more intense. My hands gripped the edge of the bar top, trying to keep my breathing even as his tongue flicked and circled with deliberate, filthy precision. Every time someone laughed or called out an order, my heart raced faster, but Alex didn’t pause for even a second. His tongue dragged slow, wet circles over my swollen clit while two thick fingers stayed buried deep inside my cunt, curling and stroking that perfect spot with steady, relentless pressure.He didn’t stop. Two fingers slid into my soaked cunt and curled against that perfect spot while his tongue rubbed my clit in tight, relentless strokes. The wet sound of his fingers moving inside me was crazy, barely muffled by the noise of the bar.

I didn’t sleep that night.By morning the gathering had thinned. Most guests had returned to their territories, but Elena remained. I found her in the east garden, standing under the old oak tree with a cup of coffee in her hand. She wore a simple black dress, the neckline low enough to remind me exactly what I’d had my mouth on the night before. She didn’t turn when I approached, but I saw the slight tilt of her head that told me she knew I was there.The morning sun was warm, the grass still wet with dew. We walked for a while. When we reached the wooden fence bordering the sparring ring, Elena stopped and faced me again.“Take off your shirt,” she said.I raised an eyebrow. “Here?”“No one’s around. And I want to see what's underneath those clothes now.I don't take orders from people from her? I did. I reached for the buttons of my shirt and stripped it off, letting it fall down. Elena’s eyes traveled over my chest, my abdomen, the scars that marked decades of dominance. She didn’