Desire And Lust – Chapter 43&44

DESIRE AND LUST

Desire And Lust – Chapter 43&44

{°° Forbidden Desire °°}

©Lana

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“Charlie, stop it! Why are you acting like you’re crazy?” Joyce shouted from behind.

But Mr. King didn’t even flinch.

Allison held Joyce’s arm tightly as she tried to reach them. “Leave it. This is between the two of them. You don’t get to interfere,” Allison said firmly.

“No, I have to. Look what he’s doing—dragging her out like that! And why is he even doing it? Why is he behaving like she’s his property?” Joyce snapped back, furious.

“Joyce, you need to calm down, okay? I know you care for Anna. But this is between them. We shouldn’t interfere.”

“No, I *have* to,” Joyce insisted, trying to move toward them, but Allison held her tighter, not letting go.

“You know, Anna, I don’t want to hurt you. Get in the car before you piss me off,” Mr. King said, his voice low but threatening.

Anna looked at him, chest rising and falling rapidly. Slowly, she moved and got inside the car, holding back the tears that were threatening to fall.

Mr. King followed and got in beside her.

“Antonio, drive,” he ordered sharply. Antonio nodded silently and pulled away from the house.

Anna stared out the window, her whole body trembling. She wouldn’t cry. She *refused* to cry in front of him.

“Look at me,” Mr. King said.

She ignored him.

“I said, look at me,” he repeated, his voice tense.

Finally, she turned to face him slowly. Her eyes were glassy. Her face—so vulnerable it made his chest ache.

He hadn’t meant to scare her. He hadn’t meant to look at her with such rage. But just the sight of Austin’s hands on her had made him lose control.

“You don’t get to let anyone touch you like that,” he muttered.

“Why not? You get to touch whoever you want,” she fired back, her voice cracking. “You have girlfriends! But I can’t even *dance* with someone?”

His jaw flexed. “You’re talking too much,” he said, eyes flashing.

Ana rolled her eyes and scoffed. “What are you going to do? Kiss me again? Bite my lips? Or maybe you’re going to *hit* me?”

Mr. King leaned in, his voice low and dangerous. “If you talk like that again, I’m going to f*ck you—*hard*. So hard you’ll forget how to breathe. You’ll forget your own name. You’ll forget who you are.”

Ana swallowed hard, her thighs pressing together instinctively.

She hated how her body reacted to him—even when he acted like this.

Possessive.

Wild. Uncontrolled.

But God… she wanted him.

She was losing it. She had to be.

***

Back at Mr Thompson’s House

Joyce looked at Alison, her expression sharp.
“You’re so annoying” she snapped as she walked back toward Mr. Thompson’s house.

“Joyce, you have to stay out of this. Whatever is happening, it’s between Anna and Charlie. We don’t need to interfere,” Allison said calmly.

“Oh really? Did you see what he did? First it was Samantha, and now this. They’re both trying to ruin her life. And you think that shouldn’t bother him?” Joyce said, glaring at him.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. Charlie isn’t a child. He knows what he’s doing. And the same goes for Anna. You don’t need to be overprotective all the time. She knows what she’s doing. We don’t need to interfere in whatever’s going on between them. Do you understand?” Alison said firmly.

Joyce ignored him and walked over to where Yolanda was. Yolanda met her halfway.

“What’s going on? Is Ana okay?” Yolanda asked, concerned.

“Yeah, she’s fine…”

“Okay, then you need to explain what’s going on. Why would Mr. Kings drag her out like that? She was just dancing with Austin and then suddenly—”

“I don’t know, Yolanda,” Joyce said with a sigh. “I’m sorry. This night is already ruined. He’s ruining her life.”

“No, come on, Joyce. Don’t say that,” Yolanda cut in gently. “It’s not your fault. I know you’re just worried. I can tell Anna’s struggling with something, something hard… but she’ll be okay. I’m just glad you both came. I really needed you here.”

Joyce nodded with a faint smile. “Okay… I have to go now. I need to follow Ana ” she said, giving Yolanda a quick hug.

When they pulled apart, Alison took her hand as they walked out of the ballroom toward his car.

Joyce didn’t say a word.

She was silent as he opened the door for her.

“You know, Joyce, you don’t have to be so angry about this. I know Charlie would never hurt her.”

“You don’t know him,” Joyce said coldly. “He’s going to turn her into his next obsession—just like he did with my sister….”She pressed her lips together stopping herself.

“What?” Alison paused. “What did you say?”

“It’s nothing. Just forget it.”

“Joyce… is there something you’re not telling me?”

“There’s nothing, Okay? Just drive. I want to go see Anna.”

Alison looked at her, disappointed. “This is what you always do. I don’t know when you’ll ever open up to me. Every time you shut down like this, it just hurts. I wish you’d let me in. Just once.”

Joyce sighed, her tone softening. “I know, and I’m sorry.”

He took her hand gently and kissed the back of it. Joyce gave a small, warm smile, her eyes softening.

**

The car moved through the night, the silence inside thick with tension. Ana’s breath was shaky, but she didn’t look away from him.

Mr. King was watching her now — not with the cold fury from before, but something else. Something darker, quieter.

“You hate me right now, don’t you?” he asked, voice low.

She didn’t respond.

“You think I’m a monster for dragging you out of there like that.”

Still nothing.

“But you don’t understand,” he went on, leaning closer. “Watching him put his hands on you… watching you *smile* at him — it drove me insane.”

“You have no right to feel that way,” she said finally, voice trembling. “You made it clear, Charlie. I was just someone you could sleep with. Nothing more.”

He clenched his jaw. “That’s what I said. Not what I meant.”

Ana shook her head. “You can’t keep playing with me like this.”

“I’m not playing,” he said. “I’m trying not to ruin you.”

“You already have,” she whispered.

Silence.

He reached out, brushing a thumb over her lip. “I should stay away from you. I know that. But I *can’t.*”

“I’m not one of your girlfriends, Charlie.”

“I don’t want a girlfriend.”

“Then what do you want?”

His eyes burned into hers. “You.”

She froze.

“I want *you.* Without rules. Without hiding. Without pretending you don’t drive me out of my mind every time you walk into a room.”

Ana stared at him, her heart hammering.

“You can’t say that,” she breathed.

“Why not?”

“Because you don’t get to want me when it’s *convenient* for you.”

His hand slid behind her neck, pulling her closer, but he didn’t kiss her.

He just looked at her.

“I want you *even when it’s wrong.* Especially when it’s wrong.”

And Ana knew then… she was in deep trouble.

Because she wanted him too.

Even when it hurt.

Even when it was dangerous.

Even when it was the last thing she should feel.

She wanted him.

And worse — she was falling.

Hard.

“I don’t want you to want me,” Ana said softly.

Mr. King stared at her for a moment before stepping closer, closing the distance between them.

His hot breath fanned across her face as he ran his nose slowly behind her ear, down to her neck.

Ana’s breath hitched. Her fingers clenched tightly around the fabric of her dress.

She tried to turn her face away, shifting her body back,,but he caged her in effortlessly, his arms on either side of her.

“Wh… what are you doing?” she stuttered, her heart pounding in her chest.

Mr. King’s eyes dropped to her lips. His thumb brushed along her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

Their eyes locked—and then he bit his lower lip, that simple gesture driving Ana completely mad.

“I’m just going to remind you who you belong to, Annabella Evans,” he whispered darkly.

Before she could respond, his lips crashed into hers.

Ana’s hands fisted his jacket, trying to push him away,,but it was useless.

Mr. King’s tongue slid against hers, and she moaned involuntarily.

He wasn’t just kissing her.

He was devouring her like she was his favorite meal.

One hand slid up to her chest, finding her breast.

He pinched her hardened nipple through the fabric, drawing another moan from her lips.

Their tongues danced, breaths tangled, and time stood still.

Meanwhile, Antonio gripped the steering wheel tightly, eyes fixed ahead, jaw clenched. The tension in the car was thick, and though he didn’t say a word, the slight twitch in his cheek said enough, he was clearly aware of what was happening in the back seat… and doing his best to ignore it.

Ana whimpered against his lips, her body already betraying her.

Every nerve in her skin was alive, humming for him, desperate for more.

Mr. King didn’t give her time to breathe. His hand slid under her dress, his fingers trailing fire along her bare skin.

She gasped when his palm cupped her breast, skin to skin, and his thumb teased her already sensitive nipple.

“Charlie…” she whispered against his mouth, but it was more of a plea than a protest.

“Say it again,” he growled into her neck, his voice thick with desire.

“Charlie…” she breathed, her hips shifting unconsciously toward him.

He let out a low, satisfied groan, his lips trailing kisses down her throat. She tilted her head back, giving him full access. He took it. His mouth found that sweet spot on her collarbone and bit gently, just enough to make her gasp and clutch onto him tighter.

His hand moved lower, fingers brushing along her thigh, slipping under the slit .

Her legs parted slightly, welcoming him in, her breath catching when his fingers traced along the edge of her soaked underwear.

“You’re so wet for me already, baby,”he murmured, dragging his fingers over the thin fabric. “Still going to tell me you don’t want me?”

Ana couldn’t speak.

Her mouth opened, but no sound came out—only a soft moan that escaped her throat.

From the front, Antonio swallowed hard and turned up the music, face blank, but his ears definitely red.
He kept his eyes glued to the road like his life depended on it.

“You’re mine, Ana,” Mr. King whispered, slipping a finger under her underwear, teasing her slit.

“Only mine.”

Ana’s back arched, her head falling back against the leather seat.

The heat between them was unbearable, and yet neither of them wanted to stop.

Not now.

His fingers moved with deliberate slowness, stroking her, playing with her until her legs trembled.

Her hands gripped his arms, her breath coming out in sharp gasps as he pushed a finger inside her.

“Charlie,” she gasped, eyes fluttering shut. “We can’t… not here…”

But the words held no strength.

Because God help her.

She didn’t want him to stop.

Mr. King’s lips hovered by her ear, his breath warm and ragged.

“You say we can’t… but you’re dripping all over my fingers, Annabella.”

Ana whimpered, her hips moving on instinct as he curled his finger inside her pussy, hitting the spot that made her thighs clench.

Her hand flew to her mouth to silence herself, but he caught it, pulling it down.

“No,” he growled lowly, “I want to hear you. Every sound.”

His second finger slipped in, stretching her, making her moan softly.

Her nails dug into his arm as he began to pump them slowly, rhythmically,making her lose her mind inch by inch.

From the front seat, Antonio gripped the steering wheel tighter, jaw clenched, his eyes locked on the road like a soldier on duty. He’d been through enough of these moments to know,,never, ever turn around.

Mr. King leaned in, licking the shell of Ana’s ear before whispering,
“I told you… one day, I won’t wait until we get to your house. One day, I’ll take you in this damn car,with the driver watching in the mirror if he wants to.”

Ana gasped, her whole body tensing as pleasure twisted deep inside her. She was close,, too close.

Her head fell back against the seat, lips parted, her eyes glazed.

He felt it.

Her walls clenched around his fingers, and a wicked smile pulled at his lips.

“Come for me,” he murmured, kissing the corner of her mouth. “Right here, baby. Let go.”

And she did.

Her body shook, a quiet moan escaping her throat as she clenched around his fingers.

Her eyes squeezed shut, one hand gripping the seat, the other tangled in his shirt.

He held her through it, slow strokes easing her down until she slumped against him, breathing hard, her cheeks flushed and eyes dazed.

He brought his fingers to his lips, licking them slowly, never breaking eye contact.

“Delicious,”he murmured.

She pushed him weakly, her voice hoarse.
“You’re crazy.”

He chuckled darkly,
“Crazy for you.”

Just then, the car slowed and pulled up outside her gate.

Antonio cleared his throat once before announcing, with forced calmness:
“We’ve arrived.”

Mr. King smirked, brushing a kiss on Ana’s cheek.
“Get some rest, baby doll. I want round two,,in my office.”he said before learning in to kiss her softly.