Desire Gentleman Novels & Stories

That had been three years ago, and in another neighborhood, another state – so why did I still remember that night so vividly immediately a man so much as looked my way? I hugged myself and sank to the floor, fighting tears. The billionaire, he was different. There was something extremely different about the way he kissed me, the power, the ruthless possessiveness, everything was there. But he kissed as if I could walk away anytime I wanted, and the only thing holding me back was my own desire. 'Desire.’ I felt my heartbeat quicken at the mere thought of that word, and I was sure a blush crept up my cheeks. Did I desire the billionaire? Did I want him to do even more than just kiss me? To ho

His scent—leather, whiskey, and something undeniably masculine—wrapped around her, making her dizzy. “Tell me you don’t want this,” he murmured, his fingers brushing against her hip. Isla’s breath caught in her throat. She should push him away. She should walk out. But instead, she stood frozen, trapped between logic and desire. “You drive me insane,” she whispered, hating how breathless she sounded. Dante chuckled, the sound dark and knowing. “Good. Now you know how I feel.” His fingers tightened around her waist, pulling her closer. “No matter how much we fight, no matter how much you try to push me away, you always come back.”

All she wanted was just to have a taste of him too — so why did Samantha's words hurt her, and the fact that Lucian had left her at a table to meet another woman? "That is not what a gentleman should do! I… I don’t care about whatever he does with his body, but he could at least have had a little bit of respect for me. But… but I guess he lost all respect for me the moment he knew I was like the other women who wanted him badly." "Hey pretty," a man walked up to Aurelia. "Would you like to have a dance with me?" Aurelia scanned the man. He seemed to be in his mid-forties and was neatly dressed. Fueled by the rage that Lucian had gone off with a woman, Aurelia decided to at least have a chat

Ned was slightly stunned when he heard this. When did both of you become so close? Why did you come here to train the female students? Is this your task? Urgh! You talk so much nonsense. "After that, Desmond grabbed the photo from Ned's hand and glanced at it." "The person in the photo looked like a gentleman, and he was wearing a pair of golden-framed glasses." What does he do? "He is a manager with a stable income and has no scandals. He is twenty this year, but he has never had a girlfriend."

he suggested. He really couldn’t be that desperate for a date? “I don’t think that’s a good idea. You don’t seem like the type to sit and be quiet. If you came inside, I’d never get anything done. Sorry, but you’ll have to find someone else to entertain you.” “You are a stubborn, cruel woman Desirée de Léon. Very cruel,” he said shaking his head disapprovingly. “It comes with the job,” I told him, only half-joking. “Good afternoon, Sir.”

his voice is seductive. Anastashia closed her eyes as if she didn't like what he said. She was right, even after many years passed, her desire for this man was still there. Even though she had been angry for a longer time now, the heat in her body prevailed more. As if in an instant, everything disappeared and it was replaced by an overwhelming desire for Arthuro. Anastashia, will you stop yourself? She asked herself. "Stop being yourself, Arthuro!" she insists but she was just lying to herself.

Downstairs. When I reach my ride Liam is leaning over the front door and chatting with someone through massaging. I am surprised by this attitude. Liam is also impressive and has a strange charm that attracts girls but he is still a virgin. Yup he is a virgin. He is saving himself for his mate. It’s not that he never had a girlfriend. He has his equal share of women including foreplay but he never goes beyond that.

He couldn't hear what they were saying which pissed him up all the more. "Finally, he met her," he muttered angrily and wondered if Joyce didn't see his text message or she just chose to ignore. He watched them exchange contacts and unconsciously gritted his dents. He was getting more angry than necessary. Philip was another hunter hunting for the prey he had first sighted and desired most. He wouldn't let him get it. No. "No," James repeated aloud and the door flung open. He turned around rather too quickly to ask the person if he lacked some manners or had forgotten them where he was coming from, but he closed his mouth just as soon as he opened it as he sighted the so - called mannerless

“Yet you didn’t answer the question.” “Fara, I desired you then. I saw you as a beautiful lady with a hell of a stubborn streak, but never did I care for the fact that you or your uncle had money. It’s irrelevant regarding how much I still desire you.” She swallowed hard, her heart rate increasing. His words never failed to send her emotions careening into mindless objectives. She closed her eyes briefly. He claimed to desire her. Desire, but never anything more. Never an ounce of fondness. Only desire. Certainly, he had to feel something to disregard her financial prospects. If money wasn't important to this man, what was? Honor? The amende honorable he had proposed at first certainly revea