Dark Lord Souls

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An Excerpt From: DARK LORD SOULS

The rest of her shift was spent working the bar and gazing at the dark and brutally handsome man who kept staring at her. Something about him appealed to Tasha. Maybe it was his eyes, or the large, muscular body she saw stretching the black T-shirt he wore. It could have been that all the women were vying for his attention, but he kept looking at her. It was probably the fact when she looked at him, her only thought was to fuck him until they both screamed for mercy.

The second-shift bartender arrived and Tasha talked to him for a few minutes. When she peeled her apron off and turned around, the man was gone. She sighed, brushed the wrinkles from her black skirt and grabbed her purse.

“Wait a sec, Tasha, I’ll walk you to your car,” the bouncer yelled, seeing her walk toward the back of the bar.

She waited a few minutes then went out the back door to the small parking lot.

After fumbling in her purse for her keys, she looked up and saw the dark man leaning against her car. For a moment she debated whether she should pull the canister of pepper spray from her purse. She’d used it before and had no qualms about doing so again.

She became uneasy the closer she got to the car. Should she turn and run back? Should she walk up, kick him in the balls and leave as she wanted to do? Maybe she should grab the pepper spray from her purse and blind him if he said anything remotely creepy. She had seen men before who thought something miraculous happened in the bar because she smiled at them. But this was different.

He stood stoic by the car, not making sudden moves or anything. He just stared at her. She reached into her purse as if getting keys and grasped the thin can of pepper spray. There was something she felt about this man but it wasn’t fear. It was deeper. More like lust.

“Don’t scratch the paint.” Confidence was something Tasha had. But she held firm onto the spray as well.

“I won’t, Tasha,” his voice growled back.

“How do you know my name? And who are you?”

“Too many questions. All you need to know is I am the man you’ll be taking home with you tonight.”

“Oh really? And why is that?”

His hand brushed along the lines of her car as he looked at Tasha, his eyes glowing with a strange red hue. “Because I am what haunts you at night. The darkest desire that burns inside you when you crave satisfaction. I’m your secret thoughts when you pleasure yourself… I am your dark lust.”

As he spoke, Tasha felt her body become aroused. Her pussy moistened and her jaw quivered. His words echoed in her mind. Visions of carnal pleasures, so intense she swore they were really happening, played in her head.

The images were so vivid she actually sensed his cock pushing in and out of her. She felt herself being wildly fucked by this man speaking to her from beside her car. Her need to touch him was strong and she reached out toward him. But her body became so aroused she had to grab something to hold on to for balance.

Her mouth hung open, she gasped and her body was jarred from the alternate reality taking her sexually. Her eyes squeezed shut and a grimace crossed her face.

“You will be mine tonight, Tasha, make no mistake, but you need to be willing to let go of your inhibitions and let me in.”

“Oh…damn…you don’t play fair, oh…” Her voice fell silent as she leaned against her car beside him. Her body bent forward and clutched on to the hood as she stifled a scream. He was pushing her so far that the ecstasy was taking control of her.

The inner walls of her pussy were being spread apart and her legs weakened. Her mind played out the visions of this man giving her such pleasure she clenched her legs together and came as she tried to hang on to a thread of reality.

Tasha’s body jerked and wobbled while she attempted to calm herself. She swallowed and began to breathe normally, taking long, cleansing breaths.

“Hey, Tasha?” The bouncer’s voice yelled out from down the walkway. “There’s a party at Nicole’s, are you coming?”

Already did, she thought before waving the bouncer away. “Not tonight,” she answered back, regaining her composure. She turned to the dark man. “So, you want to follow me or just fuck in my car?”

An Excerpt From: DARK LUST

Debbie’s long day was over. She had come home tired and her feet hurt like hell. She and her husband Jerry had worked hard to climb into the middle class and now they lived in a nice house, the kids had grown up to the point where they had their own lives and her latest goal was to move into management at the firm where she worked.

She walked up the stairs into the master bedroom to find the bed all messed up. It always ended like this. After a long day at the office, she would come home and spend her nights cleaning up after everyone.

Debbie flopped onto the bed and sat there like a pile of old clothes, unable to move. She reached down to take her shoes off and saw a piece of paper on the floor. Sighing, she picked it up and saw a woman’s handwriting on it. She assumed it was hers and began reading it.

Seeing you makes my heart beat faster.

Feeling you makes me want more of you.

Sharing you with her makes me sad knowing it should be me.

Having you say you love me shows me you’ll leave her soon.

Knowing she has you makes me jealous and wanting.

Standing outside your house at night waiting to see you go to bed.

Scaring myself thinking you’ll be making love to her.

Calling and waiting to hear your voice.

Hearing her answer then hanging up ashamed of my addiction to you.

Giving my body to you to have any way you desire.

Kissing your lips makes my body come alive.

Tasting your skin makes me moist and aroused

Licking me with the warmth of your tongue makes my body quiver.

Having you moan as you eat me sets my passions free.

Longing to have your penis deep within me.

Feeling the stretching as you plunge deeper and deeper.

Warming when you throb inside of me as you come.

Filling me with the essence of your body makes me have a part of you.

Telling me I fulfill you and satisfy your dreams.

Fantasizing you’re with me as my hand touches between my thighs.

Knowing we’ll be together again so I can feel your love.

Being lucky you love me even though you’re hers.

Knowing we’ll be together after this weekend.

Making me ache to have it be sooner.

Loving you, knowing you have decided to pick me.

Making me want you more and have you be mine.

I love you.

XXOOXX

Tears filled Debbie’s eyes and her heart ached. She felt ashamed and suddenly nauseous. In her heart, she had believed Jerry would never cheat on her, but as every woman questions when she gets older, she’d asked herself “Does his eye wander?”

Obviously, Jerry’s had—and so had his dick.

Debbie sat dumbfounded and utterly stunned. This did explain a few things though. The late nights at work, the times he was just too tired, the reason his penis seemed to be more shriveled…

Now the embarrassment and shame of it started to become rage and anger. It turned into a violation of her, both in body and in heart. She felt betrayed and disrespected and above all, fucking pissed off.

Debbie didn’t take lies well, especially about something so close to the heart. This was a vow, like “thou shalt not kill”.

Only now, it was something more precious to her. If he’d slept with another woman, that meant he’d compared some slut’s body to hers.

Payback was a bitch. Unleash the fury of a woman scorned, and pay the price.

An Excerpt From: DARK LORD ORIGINS

You can’t hide, Claudia. I will always find you.

Claudia ignored the dark whisper at the back of her mind and laughed as she sat with her friends at the nightclub. It was bouncing and vividly alive. The place had its own heartbeat, filling everyone with its pulse. But his words still echoed in her mind.

In her own way, Claudia had become alive lately. Her personality had been awoken by an experience she kept secret. Her girlfriends noticed a newfound zest for life and now wanted to be around her instead of shunning her as a solitary soul with nothing to offer.

But that had all changed the night she met him.

“I need another drink. Be right back.” Claudia walked toward the central bar and ordered an apple martini. She looked across the surface and saw an attractive man looking her way. Her façade of shyness peeled away and the flirtatious inner slut took over. With a wink she caught the man’s attention. She also noticed him gaining the bartender’s attention and motioning that he was buying her the drink.

The man picked up his glass and held it high as if to toast her. She responded and smiled.

Claudia was on fire.

She turned to take a sip of her drink and not seem too anxious. Her eyes scanned the club and froze on a reddened, glowing stare.

“Oh fuck.” She spun around, becoming stiff and suddenly terrified. Her mind raced as someone pried inside her subconscious.

He was there.

Sitting in the corner. His gaze cut through the smoky air, glaring straight through to her soul.

She felt the instant wetness between her legs. This man made her lose control with a simple look. Claudia had her share of worthless relationships. Men would come and go, usually coming before her.

She brought her hand to her face. With her eyes closed, she began to shake and a cocoon of warmth enveloped her. He was invading her mind again. Claudia was helpless as his voice began to talk to her.

She heard him as if he were standing right beside her. I told you that after you let me in, your soul belongs to me.

“Don’t… I said no.” Her eyes closed tighter but the voice continued to beckon her to his needs. Carnal needs. Sexual urges with boundless pleasure.

Her long straight hair waved slightly as she bent her head downward, facing the source of this dark craving. A tumbling wave caressed her spine. Quickly followed by a chill of coldness making her moan. She grabbed the bar and gasped, feeling a hot clamp on her […]

“Stop doing this.” She was still answering the voice in her head. “No, no, no. I can’t again. Not here, not now,” she answered him, not knowing she was speaking aloud.

Clutching the long, thick wooden edge of the bar, Claudia felt her cheeks flush as her body burned with arousal. She begged him, “I can’t do this. Stop, stop.” Her eyes glazed with passion and her breath quickened.

“You gave it to me. I just…” Crossing her legs, she leaned over, bending at the waist.

Losing her grip on reality, she turned toward the man at the table, long strands of her hair falling down the lines of her face. She saw him sitting alone. An aura of heat surrounded him.