Desire And Lust – Chapter 61&62

DESIRE AND LUST

Desire And Lust – Chapter 61&62

{°° Forbidden Desire °°}

©Lana

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He said it loud—raw, desperate, like the words had been choking him for days.

Ana froze, lips parted, eyes wide, her heart pounding in her chest like a war drum.

“You… what?” she whispered.

“I love you,” he said again, stepping closer. “I love you, Ana. And it’s driving me insane.”

She shook her head, eyes glistening. “Then why did you make me feel like I meant nothing? Why didn’t you say it before?”

“Because I was scared,” he admitted, voice low. “Because the moment I realized I loved you, I also realized I could lose you. And that terrified me more than anything.”

His hand reached for hers gently this time, not to stop her—but to hold her.

“I know I’ve messed up. I know I’ve said things I shouldn’t have. But I need you to know that you’re not just someone I wanted for a moment. You’re the only person I can’t let go of.”

Ana stared at him, chest rising and falling fast.

“I don’t want to be your regret, Charlie,” she whispered.

“You’re not,” he said, pulling her closer. “You’re my choice.”

“I don’t want to accept your love,” Anna said, her voice shaking.

“Just… to wake up tomorrow with you saying it was all a joke? That this was all a lie? That you didn’t mean any of it?”

“Anna,” Mr. Kings said, taking her hands again in his.

“Look at me. Do you think I’m joking? Do you think this is a joke? I’m not. I love you, and I mean every single word I’m saying.”

She swallowed hard, staring into his eyes, searching for the truth she needed.

She could feel the weight of his words, but her heart still trembled with doubt.

This was Charlie Kings the man who was hard to figure him out.

“Tomorrow you might just wake up and say you didn’t mean it,” she whispered, trying to step back, but he held her hands tight, keeping her close.

“Ana… please,” he said, his voice low, raw with emotion.

“I know I’ve messed up. I’ve never treated you with the love you deserved. And I’m sorry for? I’m just… scared. Scared of getting hurt again.
Scared of going back to the past.
I don’t want to just love you and wake up getting hurt like I did before. But Anna… when I love, I don’t fake it. I mean it with all my heart. And when I say I love you, Anna… I mean it. I am not joking.”

Her chest tightened. “I don’t know what to say… you’re hard to believe, Charlie. Remember what you told me? That sometimes the things you say aren’t what you mean? So how am I supposed to accept that you love me today… and then tomorrow you might wake up saying you didn’t mean it? I’m scared too, Charlie. Scared of loving someone who might just hurt me.”

“I know,” he said softly, cupping her face in his hands.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Anna. I love you. Look at me.
Do you think everything I’m saying is fake?

That the words coming out of my mouth are lies? I know I’ve hurt you before.

I know I’ve said words that cut deep.

And I can’t take back the past… but none of that matters anymore.

You matter. You mean everything to me. And I… I fucking love you.”

Anna swallowed hard. She could feel the sincerity in his voice.

“I… I don’t know. I need to think about this,” she said, looking at him.

She saw a flicker of pain cross his face, a flash of hurt in his eyes.

“Okay,” Mr. Kings replied, his voice low, steady but intense.

“I’ll give you the time you need. But don’t push me back, Anna. What I’m saying today… I mean it. I’m not joking with you.”

“I know, Charlie,” Anna said, her voice soft.

“I know you mean what you’re saying. I just… I need time to think.

Just give me this one night. I’ll sleep alone.

Don’t come. Don’t come to my bed. I’ll talk to you tomorrow… and then I’ll give you the answer.

When I see that you truly mean everything you’re saying…”

“Anna, please,” He whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he reached toward her, but she gently moved back.

Mr. King swallowed hard, jaw clenched.

“I’m going to rest in my room,”

Mr kings nodded, and Ana opened the door.

She walked inside, leaving him standing there.

He wrapped his hands around his own chest, heart pounding, and cursed under his breath.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

Watching the door close behind him, he allowed himself a small smile.

At least… she had finally confessed what she was feeling, for him.

✨New York ✨

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Joyce pulled back from the hug and looked at Alison.

A soft smile lingered on her lips, her eyes sparkling with happiness.

“How did you know I’m pregnant?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly, a mix of surprise and wonder.

Alison smiled, brushing away a stray tear that had fallen from her eyes.

“Well… you’re my girl. I know your body. I know everything about you,” he said, his gaze darkening with desire.

“Come on, Ali. Tell me—how did you know? I’ve kept this from everyone. I didn’t even tell Ana.

But how did you know?” Joyce asked, leaning closer, her pulse racing.

Alison’s hands slid down to her waist, fingers tracing slow, teasing circles that made shivers ripple down her spine.

“I noticed the way you were acting… and then I saw the pregnancy test.

That’s when I knew, you’re pregnant,” he said, his voice low and husky.

Joyce rested her hands on his neck, letting him draw her closer.

“So… are you marrying me just because I’m pregnant?” she asked, her eyes searching his.

Alison’s expression darkened, a flicker of frustration and longing in his eyes.

“No… that’s not it, Joyce. I’ve always wanted to marry you. But… because we were going through so much, I held back. I can’tKeep going circle with you “

“I need to make you mine forever,marry you, have kids, have a family with you, and our baby”

“You’re my everything.”

Joyce felt her chest tighten.

She could see the raw honesty in his eyes.

“I love you, Ali. I love you so damn much. I’ve never felt this way about anyone,” she whispered, her lips trembling.

“And I love you too… more than you’ll ever know,” Alison growled, capturing her lips in a searing kiss.

His hands roamed her back, pulling her flush against him.

Joyce moaned, her body pressing into his, responding to every inch of heat and need between them.

His tongue traced hers with slow, demanding strokes, exploring, teasing, claiming.

She arched into him, gasping, lost in the heat of the moment.

Fingers tangled in his hair, she pulled him closer, needing more of him, craving the burn in his touch.

Alison’s hands slid under her dress.,

Warm against her skin, his lips trailing down her jaw, neck, and collarbone.

“God, Joyce… you’re mine,” he whispered, his breath hot and ragged.

Her moans mingled with his low growls as they melted into each other, lost in the fire of their desire,.

Until the intercom buzzed sharply, pulling them reluctantly from the moment.

“Are you accepting someone?” Alison asked, breathless, his lips still ghosting over hers.

Joyce shook her head, her cheeks flushed and heart racing.

“No… I think it’s the delivery. I ordered something,” she said, getting off his lap.

Alison smirked, planting a playful smack on her ass as she walked away.

Joyce shook her head, biting her lip and smiling, before walking to the door.

Her smile disappeared the moment she opened it, her heart sinking.

Hands clenched into fists, lips pressing together, anger and shock coursing through her.

Her eyes locked on the person standing there.

“Twin,” Juliet’s voice came out softly, nervously.

Joyce froze.

Her eyes widened, and the anger, the hurt she had been holding in all these years, came crashing back like lightning.

This was the sister who has wounded her the most.,

The one she had loved and trusted, only to be hurt over and over again.

Joyce’s chest ached, the pain undeniable.

She stared at Juliet, feeling betrayal twist in her veins

This was the same sister the same person who had betrayed her more than anyone ever could.

“Joy…” Juliet called again, her voice shaky, pleading.

Joyce recoiled, a tear sliding down her cheek.

Her lips curled in a bitter scoff.

“Julie,” she spat, her voice sharp with pain.

Juliet swallowed hard, hands trembling as she reached toward Joyce.

But Joyce moved back, keeping her distance.

“Please… just leave,” Joyce whispered, voice cracking, trembling with every word.

Juliet stepped closer, trying to move inside and close to her.

Joyce flinched back again, a stifled scream escaping her lips.

From inside the house, Alison rushed to the doorway, alarmed.

When he saw Juliet, he froze ,shocked.

This wasn’t a stranger, yet it wasn’t Joyce.

Then he looked at Joyce, noticing how her body shook, .

Her hands quivering, tears streaming down her face.

Concern filled Alison’s eyes.

“Joyce?” he called softly, stepping forward and placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Who are you?”Alison asked Juliet.

Juliet bit her lip, desperation in her eyes.

“I’m Joyce’s sister… please… can I come in?”

Joyce’s glare was ice. “No. You have no right to be here. Leave….now.”

Alison looked from Joyce to Juliet, confusion evident on his face.

Gently, he lifted Joyce into his arms, murmuring against her ear, “Shh… you have to calm down.”

Juliet’s voice broke through, desperate.

“Can I just talk to her… just for some minutes, please?”

” Please… tell her to leave” Joyce whispered to Alison her voice lower.

Alison looked at Juliet, and he saw the pain, guilty, regrets on her face,.

He swallowed hard not knowing what to do,..

He looked down at Joyce his chest clenched, f+k he hated how she looked right now,.

Broken, vulnerable and the pain on her face, her face was already turning red from all the crying.

” Look, I don’t know what is going on with you two, but it doesn’t look like she is ready to listen to you” Alison said.

Juliet nodded, and wiped a tear on her face, she looked at Joyce.

” I’m sorry, Joyce I will wait till you are ready to talk to me” Juliet said before she walked away.

✨ Paris ✨

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Mr. Kings checked the time, it was past eleven at night,but still, he couldn’t close his eyes.

She was just next door.

How could he possibly sleep without touching her, without kissing her?

F+k.

She had just come for dinner and hadn’t said a word to him, but the way she had dressed,that short, lace, silky night dress ,it was deliberate. She knew exactly what she was doing.

And f+k…

She had succeeded.

Now he was painfully hard just thinking about her in that dress, the way it clung to every curve.

She had stepped out of her room like she meant to torture him, and it was working.

“Fuck, Ana… what are you trying to do to me?” he cursed under his breath, his hand twitching near his hardness.

Should he just… jerk off?

No. He hated that shit.

He wanted her, not some quick fix.

Mr. Kings ran a hand through his hair and stood up from the couch, closing his laptop with a sharp snap.

He looked down and cursed again.

“Dude, you always get hard at the wrong times… this is so f+king annoying,” he muttered to himself.

Without thinking twice, he walked out of the living room toward her room.

His hand gripped the door handle, and he pushed it open.

The lights were on.

Ana lay on the bed, sprawled across it, the nightdress clinging to her body, highlighting every curve.

Her lips were parted slightly, and for a moment, Mr. Kings just stared.

F+k… she looked perfect.

And she was his.

He moved closer to the bed, his heart pounding, his body betraying him.

The hardness pressing against him grew with every step.

What if he just…?

No.

She was angry with him.

She would never agree to this willingly—not like this.

Still, his hands moved over her cheeks, sliding gently down as he leaned closer.

He pressed his lips against hers.

Ana immediately turned her face away.

“Don’t… touch me, you asshole., I’ll kill you!” she mumbled in her sleep.

He smirked, amused and impressed.

But the smirk vanished when he saw her eyelids flicker, a shadow of consciousness passing over her.

F+k, he couldn’t let her see him.

She was going to fucking mad.

So ,he quickly ducked under the bed, muttering,

“Perfect… now I’m officially a pervert hiding under her bed. Great job, Charlie.”

T….B….C