Desire Gentleman Novels & Stories

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.”

Her thighs squeezed in renewed desire, her core aching in wordless, ardent agony at the sheer liquid intensity of his libidinous promise. Get. A. Grip She mercilessly castigated herself, her knuckles becoming white from the severity of her grip on the phone. This unraveling, shameless desire was neither ethical nor permissible under any conditions! Damien Blackwood was a towering financial genius, a hedonistic ruler, and an unrivaled corporate raptor. However, to her, he eventually represented the single most important means to an infinitely bigger professional purpose. That was all he could ever be. Not some wildly virile siren enticing her into dangerous territory of carnal stupidity. She

” “I know, you are answering back to me.” “Hmmm you have to be gentleman and it is very far from the word pervert Jeoff. I saw on your etiquette you are even better with girl. Your manners? It depend s on your mood. All of the girls want a man who is respectful. Classy and a real gentleman. “ “I’m a gentleman Lily, you already define that a while ago.” “Is it really true?” “Yes why?” “I am not convinced yet.” “For you to be convinced, what should I do?”

He was a peculiar man who keeps on tripping on me and keeps on invading my personal space and that too a very personal space of mine with his palm. The first time when he landed on my lap and touched my length, I was very shocked that my body reacted to his touch instantly. His hands were so soft and fluffy like a baby's hand. I knew it was an accident but the way my body kept on reacting whenever his palm touches my manhood was so unusual. I am Hades, the God of the underworld, I am the devil himself. I disguised myself as Rehor Jedrick to assess the life of humans. Many females tried to catch my attention by flaunting their assets to me but they failed to do so.

“There is nothing wrong with you. You are perfect as you are.” “Then why? Why don’t you want me? Why did you make me feel like you wanted me when all you desired all along was my body? And when you didn’t get what you wanted, you dumped me.” I can’t even admit that I’ve been waiting for him to make a move on me on those two occasions that we were alone. I would gladly sleep with him if he did. Even now, the desire I have for him was crackling like sparkles on New Year’s Eve. Instead, he decided to be a gentleman, which I appreciate, but that isn’t my fault. It was his choice.

“I’ve been fawning over you since LA, the spy who thinks she could outwit me. You gave excitement to my life, the only girl who refused to fall for my charms. You made me want something I couldn’t have, and it riled me up more than I let on, so I ended up pestering you. It’s the only way you’d look at me, the only way you’d see me even if your eyes would rather shoot fire and burn me to the ground.” I giggled, yet could not lift my face because my sight began to fog. I held him tighter, never wanting to let go of this version of him. “Since you moved in, I’ve wanted to get under your pants….” Groaning, I pulled away, but he kept a tight grip on me. “But I’ve been restraining myself because y

“I’m an asshole most of the time, yeah. But you don’t want a gentleman, Isabella. You’re not made for that kind of man.” My breath caught. “You’re fire,” he said. “And fire like yours doesn’t belong with something soft. You need something just as intense. Just as dangerous.” A beat of silence. “You deserve a man who matches you. That’s me. There’s no one better for you than me.”

But those people who's behind it. While my mind is flying on the place I could not even reach. The door suddenly opened that made my thoughts bring me back to the current situation where I am. I tilted my head and looked at the door, then there I saw a man who's in his 30's smiling while going inside. It's Mr. Quinton, the one we will be meeting today. He has a toned body, I can see it even though he is wearing a tuxedo. His eyes landed directly at Giovanni, and his smile did not fade. I stood up along with Giovanni and bowed my head a little as he shook hands with him. I raised my head and met the man's gaze. Like what he did to him, he offered his hand to me and I just accepted it.

"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!"