DESIRE AND LUST
Desire And Lust – Chapter 57&58
{°° Forbidden Desire °°}
©Lana
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Mr Kings knocked on the door, but there was no response.
“Ana,” he called, but still nothing. He wondered if she was sleeping or she didn’t hear him.
Mr. Kings pushed the door open and walked inside.
He looked around she wasn’t there.
Then he heard the shower running. A small smile appeared on his lips. So she was bathing.
He settled down on the bed, waiting patiently, anticipation growing.
Moments later, the door opened and Ana stepped out, completely naked.
She froze, eyes wide, as she looked at Mr. Kings, seated on the bed.
His gaze locked with hers, slowly traveling down to her chest.
She quickly covered herself one hand over her br+sts, the other shielding her core.
Mr. Kings smirked. He could feel himself harden just from watching her.
F+k, it had been almost a week since he’d touched her, since he’d kissed her, since he’d felt her close.
“Why are you here?” Ana asked, her voice slightly raised, shaky with tension.
“You are pretty,” Mr. Kings replied, his gaze dark, filled with hunger and raw desire.
Ana swallowed hard, pressing her thighs together.
Heat pooled between her legs, her stomach fluttered, butterflies twisting into an intense ache.
She bit her lip, cheeks flushed, nipples hardening by the second.
Standing there, she didn’t realize Mr. Kings had now risen, closing the distance between them, his eyes devouring her like she was his most prized possession.
“I missed you,” he whispered, his hand moving to the one covering her chest. “I don’t want you to hide from me,” he added, gently removing her hand.
Ana moaned softly, melting under him.
He hadn’t even fully touched her yet, but she already felt the electricity of his presence, his desire.
Her core throbbed with need.
She looked up at him, eyes wide, already silently begging him to take her.
Mr. Kings closed the distance between them, his hand sliding down her arm, resting gently on her hip.
Ana shivered at his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.
He moved his face to hers and took her lips in his, kissing her hungrily.
Ana put her hands on his neck as he lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
“I need you on my bed,” Mr. Kings said between the kiss, and Ana moaned.
“Then… take me there,” she replied. Mr. Kings smirked and opened her door and walked out his room was just next to hers.
He opened the door and walked to the bed, their lips still locked.
Ana m+aned as his tongue swiped against hers.
His kiss was so sweet and addictive, making her melt.
Her hands roamed behind his neck, clutching him.
Mr. Kings groaned as heat shot through him; he couldn’t wait to be inside her tight cunt.
F+k, it felt so good to have her like this, without caring what anyone would say.
No one knew what happened in the shadows… and well, he f+ked his PA in the shadows, and no one had to know.
He put her on the bed and she watched as he took off his clothes.
Ana felt her clit dance with excitement as Mr. Kings settled between her legs.
She parted them, welcoming him. Mr. Kings rubbed his c+k on her wet cunt and she m+aned loudly, eyes fixed on him.
“Ahhhhhhh… shit! Just like that… f+k!” she m+aned. “Please… stop… teasing…”
Her pleas were cut off when he slammed into her, so hard that she screamed, nails scratching his back.
The pleasure and pain shot through her it was intense, overwhelming.
Mr. Kings groaned as pleasure surged through his veins.
F+k, she was tight and warm.
“Look at me,” he ordered. Ana’s eyes opened, lips parted in pleasure with every thrust.
His thrusts were deep, but not too deep. “Look how you take me, baby doll,” Mr. Kings said, watching where they were connected, his c+k sliding in and out of her cunt.
The sight made his heart clench.
He wanted to stay like this forever, lost inside her sweet ocean.
“Oh… god… I’m close… AHH!” she moaned, feeling her org@sm approach.
“Come… for me, baby doll. Let it go,” Mr. Kings said, his voice thick with desire.
Ana moaned as she came all over him. He flipped them without a second thought, taking her from behind this time.
This time, he wasn’t making love, he was f+king her.
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The next day…
The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, warming the room.
Ana stirred awake, still wrapped in the sheets, a soft smile on her lips from the night before.
She stretched lazily, feeling the lingering heat of Mr. Kings’ touch.
Her body still tingled, remembering every moment, every thrust, every kiss.
The sound of the shower running reminded her that he was already awake.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm the fluttering in her chest.
Minutes later, Mr. Kings appeared at the doorway, dressed in a simple white shirt and black trousers, hair damp from the shower.
His eyes immediately found hers, and a slow, dangerous smile curved his lips.
“Morning, baby doll,” he said, voice low, rough with desire.
“Morning,” Ana whispered, her cheeks flushing slightly.
She sat up, hugging her knees to her chest.
He walked over, closing the distance between them. He leaned down, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his thumb tracing her cheek.
“You okay?” he asked, his gaze softening, though that hunger was still there.
Ana nodded, swallowing hard. “I… I’m fine. Just… thinking.”
Mr. Kings smirked, leaning closer. “About me?”
Ana’s lips twitched into a small smile. “Maybe a little,” she admitted.
He chuckled, the sound low and deep. “Good. Because I couldn’t stop thinking about you all night either.”
Her eyes widened slightly, heart fluttering at his words.
“I..uh..” she started, but he cut her off, placing a finger over her lips.
“Shh… just stay here with me,” he whispered, pulling her close, his hands resting on her waist.
Ana melted into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body and the steady beat of his heart.
“What do you want to eat?” Mr. Kings whispered against her ear.
“Whatever you cook for me,” she said with a teasing smile, before moving her face from his chest to look at him.
Mr. Kings chuckled and kissed a couple of her cheeks, then brushed the corner of her lips with his.
Damn, she looked so pretty. Her hair was a little messy from all the… activity they’d had last night.
And her neck… the love bites all over made him grin.
Anna rolled her eyes, seeing how much he was enjoying staring at her. She also couldn’t deny she loved the way he f+ked her last night—just thinking about it made her body quiver.
“So, we’re gonna eat first, then we’ll come back and take a bath,” Mr. Kings said.
“Mmm-mm, I need to take a bath first,” Anna protested.
“No,” Mr. Kings insisted, his voice firm. “You need to eat. You have a flight today and you didn’t eat last night. If you skip now, it’ll make you sick. Eat first, then take a bath.”
“Okay, fine,” Anna relented, lifting her arms to him.
Mr. Kings stood from the bed, carrying her in his arms.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, as they walked out of the bedroom to the kitchen.
He set her down gently on the kitchen counter and started dishing up food for her, his eyes never leaving her as she watched him, eyes following every movement as he plated the food.
Her gaze lingered a little too long on his strong arms, the way his shirt stretched across his chest, the casual yet commanding way he moved around the kitchen.
She could feel her pulse quicken, heat pooling low in her stomach.
Mr. Kings caught her staring.
He smirked, a knowing glint in his eyes, and leaned closer, lowering his voice.
“What’s that look for, baby doll? You drooling over your breakfast… or over me?”
Anna flushed, quickly looking away, pretending to concentrate on the food in front of her.
But the heat on her cheeks betrayed her. “I’m… just hungry,” she muttered, her voice shaky.
“Hungry, huh?” he teased, stepping closer so their hips almost brushed. “Because I can make breakfast… or I can make something else. Something a lot hotter than eggs and toast.”
Anna swallowed hard, her throat dry, and bit her lip to stop herself from moaning.
She could feel the tension between them, electric and charged.
Every subtle movement of his made her pulse spike.
Mr. Kings leaned casually against the counter, smirk never leaving his face, watching her like he owned every part of her attention.
“You know,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face, “if you keep staring at me like that, I might just have to finish last night’s business… right here.”
Anna’s breath hitched. She felt her body respond, heat pooling between her legs despite her attempt at composure.
“You’re impossible,” she whispered, shaking her head, but the slight curve of her lips betrayed her amusement and desire.
“Impossible?” he echoed, stepping even closer. “No, baby doll… I’m exactly what you’ve been wanting.”
He kissed her lips softly and pulled back, pinching her nose. Ana giggled shyly.
F+k, that soft giggle felt like music to his ears.
“Finish your food now, baby doll, before I bend you over this counter,” he growled. Ana flushed at his words and nodded.
Mr. Kings chuckled, watching her take every bite carefully, savoring the way she obeyed.
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After Ana finished bathing, she slipped into a brown summer dress and walked out to the outdoor swimming pool. She spotted Mr. Kings seated on the poolside chairs, his phone in hand, glasses perched on his face.
She smiled to herself. This man… he was so handsome, and she couldn’t believe he was hers… She paused at the thought.
She was wrong. He wasn’t hers yet… not really.
Mr. Kings noticed her and stared, taking in her outfit. The dress was flared and short, revealing her creamy, flawless thighs. He smirked, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
“Are you going to stand there forever?” he asked.
Ana giggled instead of replying and walked toward him.
“Come here,” he said, tapping his lap.
She obeyed like a good girl and settled onto his lap. Mr. Kings groaned, eyes locked on hers instantly.
“You see what you do to me,” he growled low, his hands tracing her sides possessively.
“You called me here, Mr. Remember?” Ana teased, grinding herself on him deliberately.
“F+king bad girl, baby doll,” he said, smacking her ass with a sharp smack.
Ana gasped, eyes wide.
“Sir, that is very rude of you,” she m+aned, the words barely out as another smack landed.
“You like it?” he asked, voice dark with desire.
“No, I don’t… AHH… holy shit!” she gasped again, unable to hide her growing need.
“Looks like we’re getting there,” he murmured, kissing her neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin.
Ana held onto him, heart racing, then remembered why she’d come outside. She hadn’t come for this she had a question burning in her mind.
“Can… can I… ask you something?” she stuttered.
“Hmmm… go ahead,” Mr. Kings said, his mouth still trailing over her neck, leaving little marks.
“What is your relationship with Juliet… the woman we met at…” she began, but froze as she felt his body tense beneath her.
Mr. Kings pulled away from her neck, his hands leaving her waist deliberately. Ana felt her heart sink at his sudden distance, the coldness shocking her.
He moved her off his lap, settling her beside him. Her lips parted, swallowing hard as his eyes bore into hers.
“Charlie…” she started, but he cut her off sharply.
“This is none of your business, Ms. Evans. Stay away from this,” he said, his voice cold, like ice slicing through the heat that had just built between them.
