DESIRE AND LUST
Desire And Lust – Chapter 45&46
{°° Forbidden Desire °°}
©Lana
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Mr. King pulled back from the kiss, his forehead resting gently against Anna’s. Her eyes were closed, lips parted and swollen from the way he had kissed her. He stared at her, as if she were a masterpiece he had just created. His gaze trailed down to her neck, where the mark he’d left minutes ago stared back at him like a brand.
He noticed the way her nipples pressed subtly against the fabric of her dress, and the sight stirred something deep in him.
F+k his c+k was already painful hard.
Anna slowly opened her eyes and looked at him. A smirk tugged at his lips as he raised a hand to her neck, letting it rest there, firm but not forceful.
“You look pretty like this,” he murmured.
Anna swallowed hard, pressing her thighs together. The ache between her legs throbbed with need—but she was still angry at him.
“You’re going to behave yourself now, right, baby doll?” Mr. King’s voice was soft but commanding.
She said nothing.
“I don’t like it when you stay silent while I’m talking to you,” he whispered darkly.
Anna finally met his eyes, defiance flickering beneath the heat in her gaze. Her chest rose and fell, her breath uneven.
“I’m not your doll,” she said softly but firmly.
Mr. King’s jaw ticked. His thumb brushed along her neck, slow and possessive.
“No?” he murmured, leaning closer. “Then why do you melt every time I touch you? Why do you look at me like this if you’re not mine?”
Anna blinked, caught in the intensity of his stare. She hated how right he sounded. She hated that he knew the power he had over her body.
“I hate how you make me feel,” she whispered.
He let out a soft, dry chuckle, his lips brushing her cheek. “No, baby. You hate that you love how I make you feel, How I make you cum just now with a single touch ”
She closed her eyes again. She didn’t want to admit it. Not when he had dragged her out of a party like she was property.
Not when he just made her cum, like that.
Not when her heart was still racing with confusion and hurt.
“I’m still mad at you,” she breathed.
“I know,” he said, and then added with a darker tone, “But it doesn’t change the fact that you’re mine.”
“Let’s go inside,” he added
Anna hesitated. “To do what?”
His lips curled. “To talk.”
Mr. King opened his door first, then walked around and opened hers.
Once Ana stepped out of the car, he pinned her against the door and claimed her lips again, taking her by surprise.
“I love how your lips taste, baby doll,” he whispered between kisses. “Every time I kiss you, it feels like I’m drinking a sweet poison… and I never want to stop.”
His tongue slid against hers, and she whimpered.
F*+k
The man had just made her c+m not long ago—and yet, he still wanted more. Still wanted to touch her like this.
God, the way he explored her body made her feel like it belonged to him.
Like he was learning her from scratch every time he touched her.
Even discovering places she didn’t know existed.
“Ahh… yes!… yes!shit!” she m+aned into his mouth, gasping as his fingers slipped beneath her damp p+nties.
He found her cli+ easily, rubbing slow, teasing circles that had her legs trembling.
The orgasm was building—fast. Too fast.
“I can’t stop touching you,” Mr. King growled, grinding his hard c+k against her stomach.
And then..
“Ah, f+k, dude.”
They both froze at the sound of *Alison’s voice*, his head leaning against the window wit a silly smirk on his face.
Ana immediately buried her face into Mr. King’s chest, her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
He didn’t move. Instead, he let out an annoyed sigh and slowly turned his head toward Alison.
“You’ve got the worst timing, you know that?” Mr. King muttered darkly.
Alison chuckled and opened the door. “Hey, don’t blame me. You’re the one making out like teenagers on a car door.”
Joyce stepped out from the other side, arms crossed and eyebrows raised. “Really? In public?” she said, looking at Ana with a smirk.
Ana straightened herself quickly, adjusting her dress “It’s not what it looked like.”
Joyce rolled her eyes. “Girl, your lipstick is smeared, the top of your dress is halfway open, and I could hear you from inside the car. So yes, it’s exactly what it looked like.”
Mr. King slipped his arm around Ana’s waist possessively. “Get used to it,” he said, eyes locked on Joyce. “She’s mine.”
Joyce blinked, surprised by the public claim, but said nothing.
“Are we going inside or should I leave you two out here to continue your activities?” Alison teased
Mr. Kings gave Ana a small smirk and leaned closer to her ear. “This isn’t over,” he whispered before letting her go.
Ana tried to compose herself, but her heart was still racing ,and not from embarrassment.
She had a feeling that once they were alone again, Mr. Kings wouldn’t hold back.
Not even a little.
“Hey, hey, hey. Mister, where do you think you’re going?” Joyce asked Alison, who was already walking toward the gate.
Alison stopped and turned. “We’re going inside Ana’s house.”
“No. You go back with Charlie. I need to talk to Ana,” she said, already reaching for Ana’s hand and pulling her aside.
Ana blushed, glancing down shyly as Mr. Kings continued to stare at her, his gaze intense,,borderline sexual.
“We need to talk,” Joyce said.
“But why did you come? Has the party finished?” Ana asked.
“I was worried, that’s why I came,” Joyce replied firmly.
Ana nodded, knowing how protective Joyce could be.
Joyce looked at Mr. King. “You can take Alison with you. I need some time alone with Ana.”
Mr. Kings nodded reluctantly.
“ Antonio was in the car,” Joyce added, her tone shifting. “And you two were touching each other like that while he was there. That was very disrespectful.”
Mr. King glare at her. “For once, can you not interfere in other people’s business?”
Joyce smirked. “Oh, come on, Charles. I’m not interfering. But be honest—if it were you, sitting in a car while two people are practically devouring each other in the front seat, wouldn’t that make you uncomfortable?”
Mr. King narrowed his eyes slightly at Joyce but didn’t argue. He turned to Alison and gave him a short nod toward the car.
“Come on, let’s go,” he said simply.
Alison nodded before he kissed Joyce and walked to the car
Once the car door shut and the engine hummed, silence filled the front yard.
Joyce turned to Ana, arms folded, eyebrow raised. “What the hell was that, Ana?”
Ana looked down, fiddling with the edge of her dress “I… I didn’t expect you to come. I thought you were still at the party.”
Joyce scoffed. “Forget the party. I’m talking about you and Mr. King,,getting all hot and heavy against a car door like you’re in some movie. And with people watching?”
Ana blushed hard. “It wasn’t planned. I didn’t mean for it to go that far.”
Joyce softened slightly but still kept her tone firm. “I’m not judging you for feeling things, Ana. I know it’s hard. I know what he does to you. But this… this is not the way to go about it.”
Ana met her gaze. “I’m tired of fighting it, Joyce. Every time I try to keep things professional, he does something,says something,,and I melt. It’s like he knows exactly where to touch, what to say…”
Joyce raised an eyebrow. “You mean physically or emotionally?”
Ana let out a weak laugh. “Both.”
Joyce walked to the porch and sat down, patting the space beside her. “Then you need to decide, Ana. Are you going to keep dancing around it or face what this really is?”
Ana sighed and sat beside her, whispering, “What if I’m falling for him… and it ruins everything?”
Joyce looked at her quietly for a moment before replying, “Then fall, Ana. But don’t fall without knowing where you’ll land.”
****
Inside Mr. King’s car, Alison looked at Mr. King, who was busy on his phone, scrolling through something. Alison raised his eyebrows, looking at him.
Mr. King looked up. “What?” he asked.
“What games are you playing, Charlie?” Alison asked.
Mr. King leaned back slightly. “What game? I’m not playing any games.”
“Come on, dude. Don’t play dumb. What are you doing with Ana?”
Mr. King paused for a bit before replying, “I’m not playing games with her.”
“Okay, then what was that?” Alison pressed. “Dragging her out like a madman—what the hell was that about?”
“Maybe because I want her. I want to make her mine. You know, she’s already mine. So I have every right to pull her like that. Do you have a problem with that?” Mr. Kings snapped.
Alison leaned his head back against the leather seat of the car. “No, I don’t. But Ana is too innocent for you to play your usual games.”
“Innocent?” Mr. Kings smirked and scoffed. “You think she’s innocent?”
“Yeah, she is,” Alison replied. “Charlie, what exactly do you want? Are you going to use her and toss her aside like you always do?”
Mr Kings raised his eyebrows” who did I tossed aside?”
” Fatima, ” Alison said.
Mr Kings chuckled” I never did that to her, she was the one desperate ” His said his voice laced with no care, .
“And what about Ana? Is this lust or something real?” Alison asked.
Mr. King stayed quiet for a moment before speaking again. His voice was lower now, almost thoughtful. “I told myself it was just lust. But every time I see Ana… every time I touch her… every time I f+k her… it makes me question everything. Maybe it’s more. Maybe it’s something else”
Alison stared at him, knowing how Mr. King usually was. “Are you sure? Are you in love with her?” he asked.
Mr. King didn’t respond immediately. He stayed silent, then ran a hand through his hair.
“I think I do. I think I am,” he admitted quietly.
“Then why don’t you tell her?” Alison asked. “You’re going to have to tell her eventually. You can’t keep confusing her ”
Mr. King paused, his jaw tightening slightly. “No, I won’t tell her. Not yet.”
Alison frowned. “Why not?”
Mr. King’s eyes turned cold for a moment. “I’ll tell her when I see she’s worth it.”
T.B.C
