All Chapters of DARKNESS IGNITES DESIRES: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

LILIANAThe next morning, Damian says he has something he’d like to show me. That’s new. Something more exciting to look forward to than staying holed up in here with the man who infuriates me every second.…well maybe it’s just the way he keeps holding out on me, and the sexual frustration buzzing, threatening to pull me under. A soft knock on the bathroom door crashes into my thoughts. “Would you like my help?”Oh, for pete’s sake! He’s doing this on purpose, teasing me to see if I’ll take the bait and when I do, he pulls away with a smirk. Fucking bastard.“Stay away from me, Kris,” I reply, trying not to bruise my skin with the washcloth.He has the nerve to chuckle. “Yeah, right. Sure you want that?” “Why don’t you come in here and find out exactly what I want?”Truly, I watch the doorknob twist slowly, my back straightens and anticipation makes me slick despite the water in the tub. Then he retreats. He fucking backs away with a laugh.“We have a lot to do today, baby,” he pau

LILIANAImmediately after breakfast the next day, Damian and I decide to do some exploring around the island, visiting local markets and tasting tropical fruits I had no idea about. As we round a corner, there’s an aged man standing with arms akimbo and a look of despair.Damian steers us in his direction. “Is there a problem, Walter?”The man turns at the sight of us approaching. “My stall is broken again and the way it is, I might not be able to open the business today if I don’t get it fixed soon.”“May I take a look?” Damian disentangles our linked fingers. “No, you don’t have to. I don’t want to stop your plan for today.”Damian waves him off. “Get me the tools you have, I’l climb up there and see how I can get it fixed.”The man does as asked and then Damian climbs up the ladder, leaving us below. I pull my eyes away from the firmess of his shoulder muscles and firm butt as he ascends. That’s when I start to feel the loss of contact. At this point, I’m tired of telling myself to

LILIANAWe ride back all the way, racing each other as we go. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do but never had the guts to because I was too obsessed with winning my mother’s affection. The men take back the horses. It turns emotional when I have to let go of Rain.Damian folds me into him by my waist, bending low so he can greedily inhale my scent like some depraved drug user. “We should do this one last time.”Between butter and my body, I can’t tell which one melts faster under the heat of intense fire. I think it also fried my brain along with it. “Do what?”“This. Horseback riding. You seem to enjoy it a lot, even more than I did. You’ve also gotten considerably better at mounting.”I pull back to look into his eyes. “Is that a compliment I hear?”A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest. “I didn’t stutter.”“Well,” Pride blossoms inside of me at his appraisal. Almost like when he calls me a good girl. “What can I say? I’m blessed like that.”“Of course,” he agrees with a murmur,

LILIANAThe hunger in his eyes as Damian says he’d rather watch me dance almost pulls me under in the heat of lust and desire. My body burns in the places he looks without even touching me, and by god do I want him with so much intensity.Since my plans of trying to seduce him keep failing, then I might as well enjoy the rest of the night getting drunk and wasted.And that drink…what the hell did they put in it?It’s messing with my senses so much, heightening my sensitivity in all the places I only want Damian’s mouth on. I’m not complaining either. Perhaps it’s for the greater good.A pretty, dark-haired woman my age grabs my hands as we dance together and take turns twirling each other. She makes this sensual move which I immediately start to mirror and soon, I feel like I’ve become a pro at it.Hands slowly creep onto my waist as I roll and drop, before bringing it back up, brushing my ass against firm legs.“You do know what you’re doing, don’t you?” A husky voice speaks next to m

LILIANAHis fingers still glisten with my essence as he pulls them out of me. I twitch.I can still feel the ghost of his strokes inside me and that wicked pressure on the spot he found like it was made just for him. My walls flutter around nothing now, still desperate and aching for him.I’m panting. Legs shaking. So wet I can feel the mess dripping down the back of my thighs. But Damian?He’s calm. Eyes burning and still fully clothed except for his missing belt discarded on the seat. “Open your legs wider.” As silky as his voice sounds, it is laced with danger. I might be reeling from a mind-numbing orgasm, but I know that timbre even in my sleep.I obey without thinking. My dress is shoved around my waist, and my panties are still forgotten on my wrist. I should feel embarassed or exposed. But I don’t. I feel owned. Am I insane for admitting I love how this depravity feels?Damian slides two fingers along my slit again, teasing me this time. Not pressing in. Not quite touching wh