Dark Desires (erotica collections)

The chandelier light danced like forbidden promises across the linen tablecloth, casting golden flecks on the crystal wine glasses. Lucia adjusted the neckline of her black silk dress, the one that hugged her curves like a lover's hands—too revealing for a family dinner, maybe, but she'd chosen it on a whim. The upscale restaurant hummed with quiet elegance, its polished marble floors and faint scent of spice in the air creating an intimate cocoon. She sipped her mocktail, the tart hibiscus cutting through the tension knotting her stomach. Her father had been cagey about this "important meeting," but Lucia knew that tone. Another woman. Number four, if she was counting.Her dad, Richard, beamed as he pulled out a chair for his companion. "Lucia, sweetheart, meet Elena. The love of my life." Elena was stunning—mid-forties, olive-skinned, with raven hair cascading in perfect waves and a designer gown that screamed old money. She smiled warmly, but Lucia's eyes snagged on the man sliding into the seat across from her. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a jawline sharp enough to cut glass and eyes like smoldering coals. Alexander. Elena's son.He wasn't introduced right away. Richard launched into effusive praise for Elena's "vibrant spirit" and how they'd met at some charity gala. Lucia nodded politely, her fork tracing patterns in her starter salad, but Alexander's gaze pinned her. Unblinking. Hungry. It wasn't the polite scan of a stranger; it was the stare of a predator sizing up prey. His dark suit stretched taut over muscled thighs, and when he leaned forward, the top button of his shirt strained, revealing a glimpse of tanned chest etched with ink—a tattoo snaking toward his collarbone. Lucia's pulse quickened. Who the hell was this guy?"Alexander," Elena said finally, gesturing to her son with manicured nails glittering like jewels. "My pride and joy. He's in finance, runs his own firm now."Alexander extended a hand across the table, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. "Pleasure, Lucia." His palm engulfed hers—warm, callused despite the suit, fingers lingering a beat too long. Electricity shot up her arm, pooling hot between her thighs. She yanked back, cheeks flushing, but his lips curved into a smirk. Lust. Raw, unfiltered. He didn't bother hiding it.Richard chuckled, oblivious. "Lucia's my miracle girl. Twenty-four, sharp as a tack, working in digital marketing. We're a match made in heaven, aren't we, families?" He raised his glass. "To new beginnings—and marriage! Elena and I are tying the knot next month."Lucia's fork clattered against porcelain. Marriage? This stranger—Elena—was about to become her stepmother? And Alexander... her stepbrother? The word tasted wrong, twisted with the heat still throbbing in her core from that handshake. She forced a smile. "Congrats. That's... sudden.""Not sudden," Elena purred, her voice smooth and accented faintly with Mediterranean warmth. "Richard's been my rock. Alexander adores him already."Alexander's eyes never left Lucia. "Yeah," he drawled, swirling his whiskey neat. "Adore the family vibe." The double entendre hung thick, his gaze dropping to the swell of her breasts, then lower, tracing the slit of her dress where it parted over her thigh. Lucia crossed her legs, the friction sending an illicit spark through her lace panties. What the f**k? She was wet. From a look.Dinner dragged into a haze of small talk—Richard's business ventures, Elena's art dealings, Lucia's "promising career." Alexander contributed minimally, his baritone laced with amusement, but every word felt aimed at her. When the waiter cleared plates for mains—grilled lobster glistening with herb butter—his knee brushed hers under the table. Accidental? No. He didn't pull away. The heat of his leg pressed firm against her bare skin, a deliberate claim. Lucia's breath hitched, her fork hovering mid-air. She shot him a glare, but he just raised an eyebrow, challenging. Feel that? his eyes said. I know you do.She shifted, but the contact lingered, sending pulses of need straight to her c**t. God, she hated how her body betrayed her—n*****s hardening against the silk, a flush creeping down her neck. Richard droned on about wedding plans: a lavish ceremony on a private island, white sands and endless ocean. "Lucia, you'll be maid of honor, of course. And Alexander here can walk Elena down the aisle.""Perfect," Alexander murmured, his voice dropping an octave. His foot nudged her ankle now, sliding up her calf in a slow, torturous glide. Leather shoe against smooth skin. Lucia clamped her thighs together, trapping the intruding foot, but it only heightened the ache. She imagined kicking him away—instead, she pressed back, just enough to feel the strength in his leg. What was she doing? This was insane. Her father's fiancée's son. Future stepbrother. The taboo burned hotter than the lust.Elena laughed at something Richard said, oblivious to the undercurrent. "Alexander's always been protective. He'll keep an eye on you, Lucia."Oh, he'll keep an eye on me, Lucia thought bitterly, her core clenching as his toes traced higher, dangerously close to her knee. She grabbed her wine—real wine this time, despite the mocktail start—and downed it, the cabernet warming her from the inside. "I'm sure he will," she replied, her voice steadier than she felt. Alexander's smirk deepened, his free hand casually adjusting his napkin over his lap. Was he hard? The thought made her mouth water.Dessert arrived: molten chocolate cake, steam rising like their unspoken desires. Richard and Elena fed each other bites, giggling like teenagers. Lucia poked at hers, appetite lost to the fire building low in her belly. Alexander's foot retreated, but his eyes promised more. "Lucia," he said suddenly, loud enough to draw attention. "Tell me about yourself. What do you do for fun?"The table quieted. Richard beamed proudly. Elena nodded encouragingly. Lucia met Alexander's stare, refusing to flinch. "I travel. Read. Dance when the mood strikes." f**k strangers in dark corners, she didn't add, though the fantasy flashed: him pinning her against a wall, that tattooed chest heaving as he claimed her."Dance," he echoed, licking chocolate from his thumb with deliberate slowness. His tongue flicked out, dark eyes locked on her lips. "I bet you're good. Flexible."Heat flooded her face—and elsewhere. "You'd have to see for yourself." The words slipped out, bold and reckless. Richard laughed it off as banter, but Alexander's pupils dilated, his grip tightening on his fork.The check came, and as they rose, Alexander "accidentally" bumped into her in the narrow aisle, his body aligning perfectly with hers. Hard muscle pressed against her back, his erection unmistakable—thick, insistent, grinding once against her ass before he stepped away. "Sorry," he whispered, breath hot on her ear. "Tight space." His hand ghosted her hip, fingers digging in just enough to bruise.Lucia spun, heart pounding. "Watch it." But her voice was breathy, needy. He chuckled low, towering over her.Outside, valets fetched cars under a starlit sky. Richard hugged Elena, then Lucia. "Great night, kiddo. See you soon—family now!"Family. The word echoed mockingly as Alexander approached, keys to a sleek black sports car dangling from his fingers. "Need a ride?" His tone was casual, but his eyes devoured her."No thanks. I drove." Liar—she'd taken an Uber, nerves fraying her usual caution.He stepped closer, voice a velvet threat. "Pity. I could show you some... backroads." His gaze raked her body, lingering on her hardened n*****s poking through silk. "Bet you'd scream my name on them."Lucia's thighs clenched, slickness soaking her panties. "You're disgusting. Stepbrother-to-be, remember?""Exactly." He leaned in, lips brushing her ear. "Makes it dirtier. I saw how you squirmed. You want this c**k, Lucia. Say the word."She shoved him back, but her hands lingered on his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart. "f**k you.""Planning on it." He grinned, feral and triumphant, before sauntering to his car.Lucia watched him drive off, engine roaring like her pulse. In the Uber home, she replayed every touch, every look. And damn she was in for a big trouble .