DESIRE AND LUST
Desire And Lust – Chapter 27&28
{°° Forbidden Desire °°}
©Lana
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“Tell me to stop, Bella,” he whispered, his hand already pulling her dress up her ass.
Ana whimpered in response. How can she tell him to stop when his touch felt like fire, when her body only screams yes? Her hands moved to his chest — so hard and warm. He was really ripped.
Mr. King groaned as he sucked on her neck. She just had to say one word, and he would stop, but the way she was moaning didn’t look like she was going to stop him.
“Ah… f+k,” she gasped. Her hands moved down to his V-line before they dropped on his painful, hard c+k. His body tensed, and his c+k jerked with excitement. F+k, just one touch from her was going to make him cum.
“Bella… f!k, tell me to stop,” he whispered in her ear before he licked her there.
Ana’s eyes rolled back in pleasure. She could feel her wetness dripping down her thighs. She couldn’t stop him — no, it felt too good to stop. His groans against her ear just made things harder.
“This… this is so wrong,” she whispered breathlessly as his hands groped her ass.
“Then tell me to stop.”
“No… no… don’t s-stop, please,” she whispered, her mouth slightly open in pleasure.
“Oh… f+k, Annabella Evans, don’t regret this.”
He lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Their eyes locked — one filled with lust, hunger, and possession; the other with fear, excitement, and desire. They both knew this was wrong, that it wasn’t right, but none of them were willing to stop. Just this one time, they forgot everything — they forgot that they were boss and employee. For that moment, there was only Ana and Charlie, not PA and boss.
Mr. King stared at her as they walked into his office. He pressed the button in the corner, and the blinds closed at the same time as the door. Ana looked at him as he pulled the dress over her shoulders. His eyes landed on her breasts — so full and round, pink n**+*s pointed and tight. He swallowed hard before leaning closer to her chest.
“Why is everything about you so fucking perfect?” he rasped, his gaze darkening. Ana shuddered. She felt so hot and small under him. A part of her told her to just put on her dress and leave, but another part remained still — daring.
“Oh… shit… ahh…” she moaned when his lips grazed her n**+*s. His other hand went between her legs, and she opened wider as he teased her.
“All this wetness just for me?” he asked, his voice deep and husky. It made her moan and shivers.
*****””
After an hour, Ana looked down, her heart racing as Mr. Kings gently helped her slip her dress back on. The room was quiet, heavy with everything that had just happened between them.
They had crossed a line—one neither of them expected to, but neither of them stopped.
Now, Ana could barely meet his gaze. Her mind was spinning, guilt and confusion clouding her thoughts. As soon as she was dressed, she took a step back, avoiding his touch.
“I have to go,” she said softly, not waiting for a response.
Before he could say anything, she was already out the door—running from him, from what they did, and from how it made her feel.
But deep down, she knew avoiding him wouldn’t be that easy. Not when he was her boss… and not when her heart betrayed her every time he looked at her.
Mr. Kings sat down in his office after Ana left. The room was too quiet.
She had walked out so fast,,without looking back, without saying goodbye.
He took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair. What had he done?
“She’s my assistant, f+k” he whispered to himself. “I wasn’t supposed to fucking touch her like that ”
But when she touched him, he forgot everything else.
He looked at the couch where they had sex just an hour ago. Now, it felt empty without her.
What hurt most was the way she looked at him before she left. Like she didn’t want it to happen. Like he was just a mistake.
And that made his chest feel tight.
He leaned on his desk, holding his head in his hands. He wanted to go after her, to ask if she was okay,,but something told him she didn’t want to see him again. At least not now.
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Ana pressed the elevator button and took a few deep breaths, trying to steady her mind. She felt like everyone in the office knew what she had done, and that only made her feel more ashamed.
“Damn it, Ana, how can you be so reckless?” she muttered to herself.
When the elevator dinged, she stepped out and walked through the door that led to the parking lot. She headed to her car, got in, and quickly dialed Joyce’s number.
✨At Joyce’s House ✨
“Ana, what’s going on?” Joyce asked, watching Ana pace back and forth.
“Ana!” she called again.
Ana snapped her head up and looked at her. She covered her face with her hands and let out a deep sigh.
“Joyce… I don’t know what to do. Do you even realize what I’ve done?”
Joyce stared at her, concerned.
“What’s going on? Why are you acting like this? What happened? Why did you suddenly leave the office?”
Ana bit her lip. “Because I did something… but should I even tell you?”
“Yes, go ahead. You can tell me,” Joyce said softly.
“Oh God, where do I even start?” Ana muttered. “I’m so confused… Why did I even do that?” Her voice was trembling.
“Ana, just say it. What happened?”
“I… I…”
“Ana!” Joyce cut her off, clearly frustrated. “Just say it! What terrified you so much? Why are you struggling like this?”
Ana shook her head and sat down on the couch, trying to steady her breath.
“I don’t know what to do, Joyce. I’m so confused. Suddenly, we were kissing. I just… I don’t know,” she said, her voice cracking.
Joyce looked at her closely, realizing how hard this was for Ana to admit. She walked over and gently placed a hand on her shoulder.
“Ana, take a deep breath. Breathe in and out. Calm down and tell me everything. Right now, I can’t even make sense of what you’re saying—you’re stuttering all over. Just slow down, okay?”
Ana closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. When she opened them again, she looked at Joyce and said quietly:
“I slept with Mr. Kings.”
Joyce’s eyes widened in shock. Then, she let out a nervous laugh.
“Ana… are you serious? Are you actually serious?”
Ana looked down in shame. “Please, Joyce, don’t judge me. I don’t even know how it happened. I walked into his office because I thought someone was there… and he was just… n+ked. He started accusing me, and one thing led to another… We ended up sleeping together. Right there. In his office.”
Joyce was silent, trying to process everything. Just that morning, Ana had sworn she didn’t see Mr. Kings like that. Now this?
“I know what you’re thinking…” Ana said, voice trembling. “But I’m ready now. You can send me on that blind date. I just—don’t judge me. I broke up with Milton yesterday. And now I’ve already jumped into bed with another man—my boss, of all people.”
“I feel horrible, Joyce. Guilty. Like I cheated…”
“Ana, come on. You didn’t cheat,” Joyce cut her off gently. “You and Milton broke up. So whatever happened with Mr. King, it’s not connected to him. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“But why do I feel like this? I feel so terrible. I feel cheap, Joy,” Ana whispered, her voice cracking. “When he kissed me, when he asked if he should stop… I should’ve said yes. But I didn’t. I told him no. I let him. And now… now I feel horrible. I don’t know why.”
She pulled the blanket over her face, trying to hide her tears.
Joyce sat down beside her, concern filling her eyes. Part of her was secretly glad something happened between Ana and Mr. King, but seeing her this broken made her heart ache.
“Look, Ana, this isn’t your fault. Maybe it happened because of stress or everything you’ve been through lately. But you can’t blame yourself—or even Mr. King. You didn’t cheat on anyone. That bastard ,cheated on *you.* You owe him nothing. Do you regret what you did?.”
Ana stayed quiet for a moment before speaking again, her voice soft.
“No… I don’t regret it. Actually… it felt good. I think I needed that. The way he touched me, the way his hands moved on my body…” She paused, eyes distant. “I can’t stop thinking about it. It felt… nice.”
Joyce laughed. “Ana, you’re too much sometimes. But see? If you don’t regret it, then you shouldn’t feel guilty either. You’re not with Mule anymore. You’re a free woman.”
Ana nodded slowly, letting out a shaky breath. “But Joy… Mr. King is my boss. You know the rules. When I started working there, it was clear,,,no relationships between employer and employee.”
Joyce rolled her eyes. “If *he* knew the rules, why did *he* touch you first? You didn’t throw yourself at him, did you? He’s the one who broke the rule, not you.”
Ana sighed, still torn. “I just… I don’t know. I still feel wrong about it.”
“Then focus on how it made you feel, not what you think it means,” Joyce said gently.
Ana sat up a little. “Honestly, I want to go on that blind date. I need to get him out of my head—fast.”
Joyce raised an eyebrow. “Why? You slept with Mr. King. Doesn’t that tell you something? Maybe he *feels* something for you.”
“No. No, Joy. Don’t even say that.” Ana cut her off sharply. “He’s my boss. He’s never going to look at me like that. What happened today—it was just a mistake. A moment of weakness. That’s all. Nothing more. I’m never going to look at him like that again. Never.
