Desire Gentleman Novels & Stories

one voice chirped from behind, I turned around only to find the familiar face from few hours, she smiled to the principal and then she looked towards me, I raised my right eyebrow and suspiciously looked at her and checked her up and down just to know what was going in her mind as her principal was talking to her, and she was busy gawking at me, but she wasn’t making it obvious like other girls do. I know I’m handsome, and almost every woman I met desires either my body or my money, and she seems similar to them. I folded my hands at last, carefully observing her as the principal called her, but she didn’t respond, so I signaled by moving my eyes and tilting my head in a tiny direction towar

I see the raw hunger in his gaze, matching the desperate need coursing through me. He suddenly turns and walks away. "Josh, no, you can't leave me like this!" I shout, running after him, desperate and pleading for release. I watch him ascend the stairs, not once glancing back. He’s only wearing his trousers, while I’m naked from the waist up. But I don’t care; all I can think about is the wild ecstasy he makes me feel. I follow him, my steps hurried and my breath ragged, driven by the overwhelming need to be with him.

How I wish I was not. “It means everything to me that you’ll give that to me on our wedding night. But”—a sheepish look overtakes his face—“I’m a guy. It’s different for me.” “How is it different?” Who is this person sitting in front of me? “Because we’re weak! This is something I need to do. I need to get this out of my system, or I’m afraid I’ll make a mistake in the marriage life when it really matters. Or I'll cheat whenever I want too."

"I think I should be the one to approach you if I really need your service and not the other way round." "It doesn't matter. I've met some guys that are shy to talk, and you are the type of man I want in my bed tonight. A handsome, well-built, clearly successful man. It's like killing two birds with one stone. I want you, and I know I will have you." "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but you are not my type. I don't eat public food." Desmond said, but who could tell him that he was sharing his potential wife with a stud.

The spotlight found Desiree as she strode to the front, her entrance met with a wave of applause. I knew her trick; she could charm anyone, a skill honed, no doubt, from her days as a high-end escort. Luring men to bed was one thing, but getting them to part with serious cash? That demanded a certain finesse I couldn't help but respect. A smirk played on my lips as I surveyed the room, the fools gaping at her with undisguised hunger, oblivious to the bomb about to drop. They expected a partnership announcement. Oh, if only I could savor each of their reactions individually. Tonight was going to be glorious.

Yes, I have other guys that I play around with, I mean, I love Damien and I desire to be his Luna but I never get to see him always like I would love to, besides if I do see him, he pushes me away and treats me like trash. I have needs too, you know. I can't wait around for him like a faithful, obedient dog, can I? He spends so much time at his other businesses and even when he is around, he doesn't give me all the attention that I deserve. What the hell am I talking about? He can't even do it, even if he liked me, his dick is just completely useless. I have to let someone else take care of my needs while he is not around, what's wrong with that? It's not my fault that I have such an overact

I murmured near her ears talking to myself, I removed some strands of hair from her face and caressed her cheek. "I don't know why my heart feels soo peaceful everytime you are near me. Why it starts beating whenever I thought about you. I don't want to fall for you nor I want yoh to fall for me. But I can't let go off you fron my life....... You will always be stuck with me in this loveless marriage. Because now You become my DESIRE........ THE BILLIONAIRE'S DESIRE. and I want to claim every inch of you..... With my sinful lips. "

She barely chewed before swallowing, desperate, mindless. Winter’s frown deepened, carving harsh lines across his scarred features. He had wanted to be the one to break her. He had savored the thought and imagined it all in detail—the slow, deliberate unraveling of that silver-haired defiance, the bending of her will until she knelt willingly and irrevocably at his feet. He had wanted the fire in her eyes to dim only under his hand, his command, his desire. He had wanted the pleasure of being the one to extinguish that spark, to reshape it into something that belonged only to him.

“Are you that desperate to make some money? You don’t mind leaving here with a broken arm because of a few thousand dollars?” I choke on my breath. “This….this is a misunderstanding." And he laughs. It’s cold, creepy, frightening in the most disturbing ways. “A misunderstanding?” He tucks a loose strand of my hair behind my ears, and I want to die. “I strangely don’t want to hurt you to feel less upset, little dove. Instead, I want to keep you. I find you…interesting.” Does that mean he’d spare me? He grabs my chin, making me look into his dark, soulless eyes. He sucks my soul in with his breathtaking beauty, but the devilish curl of his lips makes me want to run. “So what do you say?”

His gaze lifted and locked onto Ethan. “Care to explain, Ace?” he said softly, voice low, rough, vibrating straight into Ethan’s chest. “When you say ‘most impossible’… does that mean you could never like someone like me?” Ethan froze. “It… it was a dare.” “Bullshit.” Noah’s voice was quiet, but it carried the weight of months of held-back feelings. He stepped closer. “You picked my name. You knew.” Ethan’s chest hammered. “You have a girlfriend.”