Noir erotica Stories

The emergency stairs were old, rusted from years of flood moisture seeping up from below. Their footsteps echoed off metal and concrete as they descended into growing darkness. Every few floors, emergency lights cast sickly blue patches in the gloom. "They're following the security alerts," Ciara said, her voice low. "Starting from the top floor, working down. Fifteen floors cleared so far." "How many teams?" "Three. Heav...

Sleep wasn't coming. Jace stood at his apartment window, watching security drones cut through the pre-dawn darkness like hungry insects. More of them than usual. All heading toward the financial district. He thought back to the crazy escape he and Ciara had made from his office and couldn’t help but think the activity was because of them. His apartment took up half the 40th floor of what used to be luxury condos. Now it w...

Dawn crept over the drowned city like a guilty lover, all hesitant touches and broken promises. Jace hadn't slept. The data chip from Ciara lay on his desk next to a cup of coffee gone stone cold, both untouched for hours. That metallic taste still lingered on his lips, making everything else taste wrong. His office – a salvaged shipping container suspended thirty stories up – hummed with the sound of screens and security...

As Eddie and Lyla sprinted through the dark alleyways, the cold air biting at their skin, every footfall seemed to echo in the silent night, amplifying the urgency of their escape. The adrenaline surged through Eddie's veins, a steady thrum that drowned out the world around them. The words Royce had spat at them—at her—still echoed in his mind, sharp and cruel. It was hard to shake the sting of them. Royce had tried to br...

The dim glow of Eddie’s terminal cast shadows across his face, illuminating the determination etched in every line. A list of names scrolled across the screen—each one a thread in the dark web of android liberation. Unlocking Lyla’s protocols wasn’t just illegal; it was treasonous. But Eddie didn’t care. Lyla’s existence was a paradox: synthetic yet brimming with humanity. Her touch lingered on his skin, her whispered dre...