Desire Gentleman Novels & Stories

Dante leaned down slowly, his face coming dangerously close to mine, his presence consuming the air between us. “How much have you saved, Lilliana?” he asked, his voice dark, thick with something deeper—desire, possession, reverence. He was savoring the answer before I even gave it, his body humming with tension, as though the truth would shatter something inside him. A man like Dante Gallo never lacked attention. Women gravitated toward him like moths to a flame. They practically threw themselves at his feet. He was dangerous, beautiful, and powerful. Women wanted him, desired him, needed him.

He grumbled, then turned me swiftly with one hand and lifted me to the small table, sweeping his other arm over it to move objects away. “I don't believe you.” I swallowed. My breath caught in my throat as I looked up to meet his gaze. I saw it. His eyes were burning with desire. Dante Drummond wants me, needs me, the unwanted wife he had hated at first sight. How's that possible? “I understand we're playing the game of proving ourselves to each other. I deserve that, so I will show you.” He pecked me, then moved away as if I were some fire that threatened to burn him. My body yearned for the warmth that his touch ignited.

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.

The butterflies that danced in my stomach everytime he looked at me, I couldn’t describe the feeling any more perfectly than paralysing desire. Luciano was another thought altogether. I buried my head into my pillow as the realisation and guilt struck me. I liked two men, one who was the perfect gentleman, and another who was only there for my safety. While Luciano was the epitome of eligible bachelor, Giovanni was subtly caring, alluring but inaccessible all at once.

Sadie slightly frown at his complement, it's just a complement but to Sadie, it seems to have a double complement. She doesn't like him, his intentions doesn't seems to be pure. James stared lustfully at her, the lust in his eyes could be visible to anyone that'd be around. Nathan is greedy! A beautiful lady like his wife isn't supposed to be married, she ought to be a public property. Seeing Sadie now rose his quest to eliminate Nathan. He will have all this beauty to himself by whatever means possible. " Thanks! What do I offer you? " Sadie asked changing the topic.

“They’re too close. Too tied to my life. If I let myself want them, everything changes.” Another pause. “And does that frighten you,” the guide asked, “or does it feel inevitable?” Elias’s throat tightened. “Both.” The guide’s hand withdrew then, not abruptly, but deliberately, as if creating space for the truth Elias was circling. “You’ve been taught that desire must be justified,” the guide said. “Earned. Sanitized. Approved.” Elias nodded. “Yes.” “But desire isn’t a verdict,” the guide continued. “It’s information.”

“With one man… all three of us. He’s more than twice our age. He wants to fuck us raw and fill us with his cum. I’ve never even let a guy cum inside me before.” I felt a strange flutter low in my belly. Part of me was shocked by how blunt the offer was. Another part — a much darker, more curious part — was already imagining it. Mr. Caldwell was tall, broad-shouldered, and still handsome in that distinguished older-man way. His voice was deep and commanding, and the way he looked at us sometimes made me feel small and desired at the same time. “I know it sounds insane,” I said slowly, tucking a strand of my dark hair behind my ear. “But let’s be honest with ourselves. We’ve all flirted with h

I managed to say, my throat feeling like I’d swallowed glass. "No," he growled, a dark smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You gave me an appetizer. You called a Prince, Claire. You don't pay a Prince with one messy tumble on a hardwood floor. You haven't even begun to pay the price." He sat up, dragging me with him as if I weighed nothing. He leaned his back against the leg of my bed, pulling me onto his lap. I felt him growing hard again against my thigh—thick and insistent. My body reacted instantly, a fresh wave of heat pooling between my legs. It was disgusting how much I wanted him, considering he was probably planning to drag my soul to hell.

They were practically ganging up on me, and it seemed like they were about to pounce on me out of excitement. "Heyes, you didn't tell me that you have such a handsome daddy~" Williams whispered. I rolled my eyes mentally. They were insufferable. Handsome guys just made them lose their minds. Well, I'm guilty of that too, but only occasionally! "H- hi, sir. I'm Desire," Williams extended his hand towards Alex, but he just stared at it and didn't seem to want to take it. Williams got embarrassed and just withdrew his hand, forcing a smile.