Craving The Wrong Man Novels & Stories

I bit my lips seductively as the image of his tongue flicking over my nipples while pinching hard on the other flooded my mind. My hand reflexively made for my nipples, pinching them through my tank top and enjoying the pleasurable sparks that shot through me. "God, you're hopeless, Nora!" I groaned into the sheet in sexual frustration. I bloody wanted more, but there was no way I could get it, not this morning at least. Just then a knock sounded on the door and I let out another groan. "Seriously, Olivia? Can't you wait for one freaking minute before showing up?" I screamed into the room as though Olivia was there listening to me.

She wanted Adriano's mouth on her breasts, his tongue on her aching peaks. But how could she? They had just been discussing the mistake they made last night. How could they possibly repeat it, escalate it, sink even deeper into this forbidden abyss? And yet she knew with devastating certainty that this was exactly what she and her boy craved. The mistake was exactly what her body screamed for, what her heart pounded for and what her dripping pussy throbbed for. She couldn't deny that the so-called mistake was the only thing she truly desired. Maybe she could run away later.

Pinned me against the wall and took what he wanted. I woke up before sunrise, my body burning. The sheets felt too warm against my skin. All night I had dreamed of them. Julian’s confident hands sliding down my waist. Marcus’s strong arms pinning me against the wall. In my dreams they did not ask. They simply took what they wanted. What I secretly craved. Stop it, Clara. You are married. But my body did not listen. Heat pooled between my legs as I remembered Julian’s smile and Marcus’s intense stare. I wanted them so badly it scared me.

That last question sat heavy in my chest for a long moment before I answered. "I don't know anymore," I admitted. "I used to think finding him would fix something in me. Now I'm not sure what I even found." I traced a finger along the spines of a row of paperbacks, not quite able to meet his eyes. "For seven years he was perfect in my head. No flaws, no bad days, nothing. Just the man who saved me and vanished before I could ruin it by actually getting to know him." "And now?" "Now I have two versions of him standing in front of me every single day, and neither one matches the man in my memory anymore." I laughed, short and humorless. "Maybe he never did. Maybe I built a stranger out of five

He nodded, but his eyes held a spark of something dangerous—maybe he'd want more, become a complication. As I slipped back home later, cum trickling down my thighs under my dress, I smiled to myself. Richard and Jake would be home soon, none the wiser. But the risk, the betrayal—it fueled my fire. Next, perhaps I'd invite Harlan over when they were out, or tease them into another family session while hiding this secret. My cravings never ended; they only grew.

Something about his words ignited my ego—and I liked it. I leaned in and kissed him first, slowly moving my hips. There was no hesitation in me… even though I knew this was wrong. “Ah—” “Look at you,” he whispered. I shut my eyes tight.Because if I looked at him… I might admit it. I was starting to enjoy this. “You like it, Olivia?” he pressed against me, forcing a louder moan out of me. God… I couldn’t stop. Damn it. I’m addicted. Addicted… to my own brother-in-law.

But I got nothing and I really hated how much power that man had over my mood. I hated it even more because I knew exactly what I stood to lose if he decided he was finished with me. Bryan wasn’t just a man I had feelings for. He was a man who could give me the kind of life I had always wanted, his money, his connections, his beautiful house, the security of knowing I would never have to beg anyone for anything again. I had spent too long imagining that future to give it up without a fight. So, on the fourteenth day, I decided to stop waiting.

“Please. I need to hear your voice.” “I’m going to miss this pussy every single day,” he said, voice rough with emotion and need. “I’m going to miss the way you look at me when I’m inside you. The way you say my name when you cum. The way you sneak into my room like you can’t stay away.” “I can’t stay away,” I admitted. My hands slid up his back and held on. “Even when I know how wrong it is. Even when I know Mom can never find out. I still want you.”

Jaime Barthes was the only son of the wealthiest family in Hartow City. Ever since he was a child, he could have anything he wanted. On his fifteenth birthday, he fell for Eden Hawthorn the moment he first saw her. Right then and there, he boldly declared, "She belongs to me, and nobody should ever think about touching her!" During the entire decade of their marriage, he was obsessively protective of her. She was forbidden from any kind of interaction with men, and she had to employ the help of her assistant for something as mundane as handing a report to a male colleague. Everyone assumed this was simply Jaime's love language. One day, he caught a terminal disease. The entire nation fr

“I’m admitting it.” The words landed in her chest like heat. She set the glass down because her hands had started to shake. The marks on her arms looked like a language she was only now learning to read. Part of her wanted to stand up, put on a dress, go back to the version of herself that could still pretend this was a dangerous affair she would outgrow. The larger part of her stayed on the mattress, thighs loose, body still open from the afternoon, and did not move. “So we name it,” she said quietly. “The craving. Not the game. The thing that doesn’t shut off when the scene ends.”