Craving The Wrong Man Novels & Stories

The feel of his body on body on mine, of his hands exploring every single inch of me, set my body aflame with desire. I shook my head as I rolled over and cuddled into Scott. I had to get over this stupid obsession I had. It was nothing more than a stupid crush. If I knew the real Preston, it would kill that dream. Reality always crushed dreams. No one was that perfect in real life. Life was ugly and hard and cruel. ---

I knew I shouldn't, but my feet were already moving. The master suite door was cracked open. I pressed myself against the wall, heart hammering, telling myself I was just passing by. I wasn't. I was a liar. I was a nineteen-year-old man with a fixation on his forty-year-old stepfather, and I was about to do something I couldn't take back.

"But you're twenty-seven year old, Cleavira. My Gosh! Two months from now you would turn twenty-eight. Don't you want to have your own family? Or even have kids and be a mother?" "Of course, I want it. I want to have my own family and experience to be a mother." "But you're not into relationship. There's a lot of guys out there who want to court you but you rejected them all. I haven't see you dating with anyone. Why not try to meet someone or give chance to one of your suitors?" "You know what happened a year ago, right?" "Uhm, yeah. Cleavira, I know it's really hard to trust again after all the things that happened to you a years ago but how long will you chained yourself in the past?"

"I'm a greedy man, Dawn. Greedy and extremely selfish is what I am with you. I'm not the type that wants just a little; I'm the type that wants it all. I want you in the most primal, animalistic, wild way, like your mine to ruin, and I want you in my arms like you're the greatest treasure of all. I want you so fucking much. I need you, and I need you to love me again. " I believe in love, and lust, and romance. I don't want everything to add up to some perfect equation. I want mess and chaos. I want someone that will go crazy out of his mind for me. I want to feel passion and heat and sweat and madness and all those cheesy craps. I want it all. I want the delicate balance—crave it. A sweet h

I either let him open the door and I leave, or I just turn around. One simple decision. One logical answer. I slowly turned around. One big mistake. He was so close to me; crowding and surrounding me with his musky scent and intimidating presence. On a low exhale, I lifted my face up and he looked down at me. Few millimeters separated us from something so wrong and...forbidden. What's it about the human nature to crave and yearn for the things we can't or shouldn't have? What's it about finding pleasure in what's dangerous, in what could easily ruin us?

I needed to taste her, even if it had consequences like a forbidden fruit. Her lips were parted ever so slightly, beckoning me to meet them. I thought I was going to drown. I needed to hear her whimper, moan, or something. I grazed her lips with mine, forgetting why I was doing all of that to her in the first place. It was to tease her and not the other way around. But that had changed; it was now about me, her, and my craving.

gave in. For that one reckless second, I met his hunger with my own. My fingers had curled into his shirt, nails digging in, silently begging for more. My body arched into his, desperate for the friction, for the fire, for him. And now? Now, I hate that I crave something that should have never happened. I squeeze my thighs together, hating the warmth that rushes through me just thinking about it. Damn him. Damn him for making me want something I can’t afford to want.

He squeezes my hand gently, reassuringly. ~*~ That evening I'm laying in bed between two overgrown men, reading a book, but I can't concentrate. There's a craving I've been having since 2:30 this afternoon and I can't seem to get over it. I can't figure out what I want. It's driving me nuts. Everything else makes me vomit. I throw the book at the wall and grumble to myself. Kaden chuckles and Kol sighs. "Cravings?" "No shit!" I retort.

IVANA'S POV This was so wrong. Very wrong in all aspects, but why did I want more? Why did I crave for more? Why did I want Ruslan to pin me against the wall and fuck me senselessly? We don't share the same blood, but still, we are siblings by marriage. Me, Ruslan and Lara. We are siblings by marriage, but why do I want my step-brother to fuck me like a whore? Like a slut who after being fucked, would be paid for her service?

It was his turn to shrug while sipping from his coffee cup as if sleeping with one of his wife's best friends was the most normal thing to do. "The nose is too close to the mouth." I threw in already knowing he was never bothered by the girl's relationship. "Way too close." "I thought so at first, I tried to stay loyal and faithful to my wife but there's just this thing that I can't shake. I could fuck Ophelia all day for a week and some but I still won't feel sated. It's like my body is craving something she can't give and I hate it." The little light that sparkled on his face some minutes ago vanished and in its place was a little boy lost in the quest of his life journey, hunted by the mi