Desire Gentleman Novels & Stories

“…pure?” Scarlett’s breath caught, her honey-brown eyes widening as he continued, his gaze raking over her naked form with unabashed possession. “To learn how to truly please me, Scarlett, you will need to be corrupted,” he murmured, a low moan escaping him as his hand drifted down, wrapping around his hardening shaft. He stroked slowly, deliberately, head tilting back, eyes fluttering shut as a deep growl vibrated in his chest. “And oh…” he groaned, the sound raw and primal, “the pleasure I will have in doing that is unimaginable.”

“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.”

Some nights the memory still felt fresh enough to suffocate him. That was another reason Serena made him nervous. Because for the first time in years, Kael caught himself wanting things again .Real things. Dinner downstairs with laughter. Someone waiting awake when he got home late. Warmth,home. God. Home was the most dangerous word of all. A knock sounded against the office door before Damon walked in without waiting for permission. “You look terrible,” Damon said immediately. Kael barely glanced up. “Good evening to you too.” Damon dropped into the chair across from him with a glass of whiskey in hand. “You’re doing the staring-out-the-window thing again.”

I flop to my back, sliding off the Beast with a whimper, wrecked and leaking with both their cum, skin still buzzing like I’ve been plugged into something electric. Then the Gentleman climbs over me, bare now, slow and deliberate. His body’s all lean muscle, a trail of dark hair down his stomach, cock thick and hard again, and that look in his eyes, like he’s still starving, like I’m dessert and he’s just getting started. “You want me to fuck you nicely?” he asks, voice like smoke and sin. I grin, breathless, messy. “I don’t do nice.” His smile twists darker. “Good.”

"You’ve got five seconds to explain who you are and what the hell you’re doing here." The man curled his lip in something between a grin and a snarl. "I came for her," he growled, jerking his chin toward Desiree. "She knows exactly who I am." Desiree ducked behind the butler, clutching the fabric of his sleeve with white-knuckled hands. Her voice came out shrill, brittle with panic. "Come on, Wayne! We broke up ages ago. You need to stop doing this. Just go—please!"

he asked after noticing my confusion. "This time around, I want something different. Far from the ordinary. " he maintained. "So if your spec is a feeling, what should the feeling be like? " I asked him. He bent over facing me, staring into my eyes so much so that I felt uncomfortable. "I want a feeling that is genuine. A girl whose natural qualities, faults and aspirations appeal to me. Someone I can be myself with. " he said. I lowered my eyes after feeling a tingling in my eye balls. He continued. "The feeling should attract me and make me go crazy. " he said. "Ooh! " you are something else." I declared. He smiled and said nothing. "So currently you are single. " I said. "Not too sure ab

This time he even explained what he meant. "What? Is he asking me if I want to get laid? Is he out of his mind?" I thought. I nodded to say no. But deep down I wanted to do it. A carnal desire which only few could resist. He ordered one of his men. "Untie him."

But I mean, if he was able to get my number, I’m sure he has the resources to find my address. I’m not ashamed to admit I had also googled him, after all he had plagued my mind since that day, it was only right that I did some digging. Anderson Jeremy, CEO of Amery Empire, known to not be affiliated with any woman for more than one night—clear commitment issues— hyper focused and ruthless CEO. All of a sudden, it dawns on me how I spoke to him. I’ve never been one to be rude to people, I probably could have been more civil to him. I just didn’t appreciate how he spoke to me.

I contemplated silently. When did I acquire such audacity in matters of attraction? Where did the timid Cassandra vanish to? What is it about this gentleman that instills in me such confidence and self-assurance? Noah maintained a distance between us, his captivating brown eyes locked onto mine. "Do not toy with me, Cassandra," he uttered with a voice brimming with intensity. "I desire you. I desire you in the way a man yearns for a woman, and I am not referring to something innocent like strolling hand in hand along the beach or sitting together on a bench, silently observing the sunset.