Wicked Desires
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Last published Fri, Mar 14, 2025
"Stop! You can't touch me like this... it's inappropriate," she gasped, her voice trembling as his hand slipped past the waistband of her shorts.
"Why, baby girl? Aren't you the same one who's been craving me since we were kids? Besides, I'm your husband," he whispered with a devilish grin, his eyes dark with hunger.
"No, you can't do this!" Her voice shook with defiance as she punched his chest, but before she could break free, his large hand covered her mouth, stifling her protests.
Sometimes, the raw lust for someone... the need to possess them... can spiral into wicked desires, drowning everything in its path. And nothing-no boundaries, no walls-can stop it.
Author's Note:
Warning: This story is intended for readers 18+ due to its sensitive content. It contains themes of abuse, manipulation. Please proceed with caution as these elements may be disturbing to some readers. This narrative explores difficult and challenging themes, and I want to ensure that readers are fully aware of the nature of the story before diving in.
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"𝐈𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 , 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 " ___________________________________________ "Why am I so special to you? ", he looked at her in mild disbelief, his gaze drinking in her every moment as if etching them to his heart " You are precious, Angel. And the fact that you are mine makes you even more irresistible for me", he cupped her face, pecking her forehead before engulfing in his embrace. "What if I-i break your trust ? ", She slowly whispered , unsure if it was right to ask him that mere thing even in casualty. His grip immediately tightened around her petite figure, fingers pressing on her waist as if staking his claim over her, " You won't and if you did, we'll find out what to do with you". He husked in her ear, though he didn't revealed what he would do, but his grip around her told her everything she needed to know.
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