DESIRE AND LUST
Desire And Lust – Chapter 63&64
{°° Forbidden Desire °°}
©Lana
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✨The Next Day ✨
“Good morning, Mr. Kings,” Ana said sweetly, a playful glint in her eyes , As Mr Kings walked inside the kitchen.
“I already made breakfast. Should I put some for you?”
Mr. King raised an eyebrow, trying to keep his composure, though his gaze immediately trailed over her.
She looked radiant, cheerful, and impossibly tempting this morning.
Her outfit,a short mini-skirt paired with a silky crop top that clung to every curve,was doing things to him that he hated to admit.
He cleared his throat, voice low and teasing.
“Don’t you think that’s too short to wear around your boss , Ms. Evans?”
Ana’s lips curved into a sly smile as she leaned closer, letting her words linger like a challenge.
“Well… I’m not here with my boss,”
“I’m here with the man who fuck me every night … the man who even snuck into my room just to watch me sleep.”
Mr. Kings cursed under his breath, his body reacting instantly.
She had seen him and now she was deliberately teasing him first thing in the morning.
He moved closer, narrowing the space between them,
His voice low and husky. “And here I thought I could start my day without touching you like you have told me ”
Anna smiled over her shoulder, teasing, “Well…keep on doing that then Mr.”
Mr Kings chuckled…
Without warning, he stepped behind her, hands sliding around her waist.
Ana’s breath hitched, her body betraying her as he pressed his hardness against her ass.
Part of her wanted to push him away…
But another part ached to feel him closer.
“You told me to stay away, yesterday ” he murmured against her ear, voice dripping with desire.
“But you make it impossible, Ana… wearing this in front of me. “
“Do you know how dangerous that is?”
Ana’s back arched instinctively as a shiver ran through her.
The kitchen felt smaller, hotter, charged with the tension between them.
“What should I do with someone like you, baby doll?”
His hot breath fanned her ear as he spoke.
Anna pressed her thighs together.
She could feel the wetness soaking her panties.
“Umm… I…” she stuttered as Mr. Kings kissed her neck, .
His hand sliding inside her pants,
down to her slit.
She gripped the kitchen counter as his fingers explored her folds.
“F+king wet… like this?” Mr. King whispered, rubbing her sensitive nub.
He could feel his heart racing, his c+ck growing harder by the second.
“Ah… yes… yes!.. just like that… ohhh… f+..ck!”
Anna m+aned, feeling her climax rising fast.
Mr. King’s fingers rubbed tight circles on her cl+t.
Each motion slick, each sound wetter than the last.
Anna put her hand on his neck,
her head resting on his shoulder, her back arched perfectly against his cock.
Mr. King groaned, his muscles tensing, the pleasure of touching her shooting through his body.
F+k, she was really his downfall.
“I love you, baby,” he said, shoving his tongue in her ear.
“Oh god… oh…uggggg ,nyghghhh!”she cried out, as she came hard on his fingers.
Legs shaking. Breathless. Panting.
“F+k… I need to be inside you. Now.”
Mr. Kings growled, voice deep and husky, as he turned her around.
His lips crashed onto hers,rough, hungry, desperate,leaving her breathless again.
Anna mo+ned, still trembling .
Her hands went down to his p+nts, and..
“Les obsédés, je suis là!”
(“Horny people, I’m here!”)
A voice echoed.
Anna’s head snapped up, her eyes locked with Alexa .
Who stood at the doorway with her arms crossed, smirking.
“Well, the person for makeup and the dresses is here,” Alexa said, with a smirk.
“So you guys better stop touching each other and come.”
Anna blinked, confused. “What person?”
Mr. King rubbed the back of his head, smirking slightly.
“I’ve hired a makeup artist and ordered some dresses. You’re going to choose the one you want for tonight’s event. They’ll do your hair, makeup, everything you need.”
“Oh…” Anna murmured, surprised. “I didn’t know that. Well… you can have your coffee. I’m going with Alexa.”
She moved away from him, her legs trembling from the intense climax she’d just had .
Alexa grinned as she took Ana’s arm, guiding her toward the door.
Mr. King watched them, a slow smirk spreading across his face.
He licked his fingers absentmindedly, .
The taste of her still lingering, and muttered under his breath,
“I don’t think I need coffee anymore…”
***
“Whooh , what’s all this?” Ana asked as they walked into the room.
Two men were already inside.
One had makeup on his face.
The room smelled of makeup, perfume, and luxurious fabrics.
Dresses and shoes were neatly laid out everywhere.
Ana turned to Alexa,.
“What’s all this?” she asked again.
“Well, your boss,or should I say your man ,bought all of this for you,” Alexa said.
“You’re going to try everything, pick the dress you want, and these two,Marco and Marcos,they’ll do your makeup and style your hair.”
Marco smiled warmly at Ana as he approached.
“We’ll do your makeup, pick your style, help you dress up,anything you want is here. Just choose.”
He guided her to the chair in front of the big mirror and gently sat her down.
Ana smiled at him. “You can do what ever you want as long you make my hair perfect ?”
Marco nodded. “Got it, Ms Evans. We’ll make it perfect.”
“So… where are you guys from?” Anna asked.
“We’re based here in Paris, but we often travel to Italy for family and holidays,” Marcos replied.
Ana nodded and looked at her reflection in the mirror. “Am I not supposed to bathe first before all this?”
“You can, but first we’ll show you some makeup looks and see which one suits you best,” Marco said.
“I don’t like heavy makeup,” Ana admitted.
“I just want something light. I’m not really a fan of makeup.”
“Well, it’s a big event with cameras everywhere. You’ll need a little,” Alexa said, arranging the dresses.
“So, which color do you like?”
Ana looked at the dresses,there were different colours.
Red was Mr. Kings’s favorite color, but today she didn’t feel like wearing it.
“Maybe black… or white,” she said.
“Perfect choices. But why not red?” Marco asked.
“I have so much red already,” Anna explained.
“I feel like changing. Black will be perfect, and then you can help me pick shoes to match.”
Marco grinned. “I’d love to do that. We’ll find the perfect pair for you .”
Ana smiled nodding her head
***
7.30pm
Anna looked at herself in the mirror.
She smiled ,her makeup was on point.
It made her look… different, in the best way.
Still smiling, she walked over to where the dresses were laid out.
Her fingers trailed across the fabric before picking one,a sleek black dress.
“This will do just perfect,” she muttered to herself as she walked back to the mirror.
She was still checking herself out when the door opened.
She smiled, already knowing who it was.
Mr. Kings stood in the doorway, his eyes darkening the moment they landed on her.
She wasn’t facing him her, round and firm ass was on full display.
The lace-red thong she wore barely covered anything.
He cursed under his breath as he stepped in further.
“You… look so f+king gorgeous, baby doll,” he said as she turned around to face him.
He stared at her face,she looked different. Damn.
His eyes dropped to her chest.
Her pink n+ples were exposed, teasing him under the soft light.
He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry.
Ana smirked.
Her hands deliberately cupped her br+asts as she licked her lips, eyes full of seduction.
“Can you help me put on my dress?”
Her voice was low, soft… dangerous.
Mr. King cursed again under his breath. .
Did she know that every little move she made turned him on?
Ana handed him the dress
Mr. Kings smiled.
The dress was too short but of course, he didn’t complain.
He was the one who had it custom-ordered.
“You’re beautiful, baby,” he said as she slipped into the dress.
He leaned in, ready to kiss her, but she stepped back, shaking her head.
“You can look, but no touching, Mr. Kings.”
“What?”
He blinked, clearly shocked.
“You heard me,”she said, picking up a pair of long black stilettos with a colorless bottom and bold heel.
“You can watch… but not touch,” She added giving him a playful look.
He rubbed his chin and nodded, his eyes tracing over her slowly.
She looked absolutely stunning,so fresh and dangerously s+xy.
He wasn’t sure how he was going to make it through the night without laying a hand on her.
“Any comments?” Ana asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Comments?”
“On my hair,” she clarified with a sweet smile.
“Is it nice?”
Mr. King stepped forward, but she quickly stepped back.
“I said look, not touch” Anna teased.
Mr. King cursed under his breath. “Too bad… I just wanted to feel it in my hands ”
“You already know how my hair feels,” Anna replied, raising her chin.
“No need to touch it again.”
She grabbed her purse and looked in the mirror one last time.
“Anyway, I think we should go. I’m nervous about the event.”
“Why?” Mr. King asked, watching her reflection.
“What if you don’t win Best CEO tonight? I’ll be very sad,” she honestly said.
Mr. King stared at her for a moment before replying.
“If I win, great. If I don’t, it’s fine too. Sometimes… losing reminds you what really matters.”
Anna glanced at him, her lips curving slightly.
“Hmm. Spoken like someone who’s already won something bigger.”
Mr. Kings chuckled
“Well, I always win these events. So if I lose this one, it won’t matter much.”
Anna glanced at him with a smirk.
“Well, I want you to win. Maybe if you do… I’ll give you a little present.”
“A present?” he raised a brow. “Like what? A good f+k all night?”
Ana chuckled
” Something else”
“Really?” he said, stepping a bit closer.
“Back off,” Anna warned, holding her hand out.
“So I can’t even walk closer to you now?”
“Nope. You can’t,” she said, grinning.
Mr. King shook his head, half amused, half frustrated.
She was really playing with fire and he liked it a little too much.
“You’re tough, Miss Evans.”
“And you’re too stubborn, Mr. Kings.”
He leaned slightly closer. “Well, if winning means I get your quiet little present… then I’ll do my best to impress.”
“Good,” Anna said, fixing her dress.
“Because I don’t hand out gifts to losers.”
“Well then, I won’t disappoint you, Miss Evans,” Mr. Kings said as they stepped outside.
Anna glanced toward the car.
“Is Alexa gone?” she asked.
Mr. King nodded. “Yeah, she had to run a few errands. That’s why she left early. We’ll see her at the event.”
Ana gave a small nod, then sighed.
“What’s wrong?” Mr. King asked, noticing her mood changed.
“I’m just worried,” Ana said softly.
“Joyce… she didn’t sound okay when I spoke to her this morning. I wish she was coming with us. But I can tell something’s really bothering her.”
Mr. King nodded. “I bet she already seen Ju……”He pause not wanting to say her name.
What if that pisses Ana off.
“You can say her name,” Ana said, glancing at him.
“It’s fine. I don’t know what happened between them exactly, but she’s not herself. And I hate seeing her like that.”
Mr. Kings reached out and took her hand.
This time, Ana didn’t pull away.
“She’s strong. Stubborn too. Whatever it is, she’ll get through it,” he said.
Ana smiled faintly. “I hope so. I miss her being happy and loud and full of jokes.”
As Mr. Kings opened the car door for her, Ana looked at him
“You really care about her,too huh?” she asked.
“I do,” he said. “She’s like family. We grew up together. Joyce is one of the good ones, she is really a good friend to everyone”
Anna smiled. “I’ve never heard you talk like that. You’re being sweet.”
“Well,” he said with a small grin, “maybe I’m trying to change. Be a better man.”
“For who?” Anna asked teasingly.
“For you,” Mr. Kings said, meeting her eyes.
Ana swallowed hard as he brushed a loose strand of hair from her face.
“I love you, Anna,” he said.
She looked down, blushing.
But she didn’t respond.
“I said I love you,” he repeated, this time a little louder.
Ana still didn’t say anything.
“Ana,” he called gently.
She looked up at him and smirked. “I love you, god so dramatic,” she said playfully.
“You don’t need to keep saying it.”
“But why won’t you say it back?” he asked, a little amused.
“Do you think you deserve to hear it?” Ana teased.
Mr. King touched her chin lightly. “You don’t think I deserve to hear you say it?”
Ana shook her head. “Nope. You’ll have to beg for it. Even if I do love you, I won’t say it that easily. I love you, no I won’t say it”
“But you just said it,” he teased, laughing.
Ana rolled her eyes. “Move back now. You’re not allowed to touch me.”
“I’ll just watch then,” Mr. Kings said with a grin.
“No touching. Promise.”11
