Desire Gentleman Novels & Stories

"But I need more clarity, so why doesn't he just remarry to get a new wife who can take good care of Isabelle?" "Sir hates women." "He's gay?" "Watch your mouth, Mr. Isaac is straight and many women want him." "So why the hatred of women?" "He was once betrayed by a woman he loved, and now she's with Isaac's enemy." "It turns out that mafia leaders can experience romance like in dramas too." "Mr. Isaac is also human, he can experience anything that happens in this world." "You know, I really hate criminal organizations like you guys." "Why do you hate us?"

, he gave the luna princess a smirk as dirty thoughts ran through his mind, he wondered whether he could actually get her into his bed by the end of the night or how it would be like to bed someone from the royal court, “Back off dude”, DJ pushed the guy away from his younger sister, “I don’t like the way you are thinking”, he stared at the guy with the sole purpose of intimidating him, he had felt all the lustful waves that had been directed to Desiree by the guy and he did not like it one bit. The guy rubbed his neck sheepishly and took a step back, “I am sorry”, he felt embarrassed, “Anyways, feel free, it is an honor having you in my home”, he was about to leave before Alec said,

he says, his lips curling into a smirk that’s equal parts charming and infuriating. The soles of his shoes click against the black tiles as he takes a step toward me, then another, closing the distance between us. “I don't quite know what you mean?” I say, racking my brain, trying to come up with what he could mean. “Last night, you kind of ghosted…” Oh? Oh. Oh. “So I'm asking you again, Scarlett. Do you think you have a soulmate?”

“Well, I’ve been looking at you since you walked into the mall. And when that guy spilled water on you, the way you handled the situation with such calmness and composure…that’s the kind of woman I like.” I looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Well… thank you, but I’m already taken.” He let out a quiet sigh. “That’s a disappointment,” he said. “I mean, I wouldn’t go through all the stress of interrupting that guy, showing you where the restroom is, and offering a 50% discount, just for you to tell me this. Would I?” My stomach tightened. Something in his gaze seemed darker now. He wasn't that nice, gentlemanly Dennis I thought he was. My mind screamed in panic.

She trembled in his arms with the force of her hunger for him. "It would be very badand very good." He braced one arm on the other side of her as he leaned even farther over the bed. "But I promised I would be a gentleman." Gillian's body was already humming at the thought of him kissing her again. There was something about him that deprived her of good sense. A gentleman who had a wild side, a gentleman who loved deeply and fought madly to protect those he cared about, including her.

We were in the big conference room, whiteboards covered in notes, laptops open, takeout containers scattered across the table. We’d been going back and forth for an hour about the closing line of the TV spot. “It’s too much,” I said for the third time, leaning back in my chair. “It’s going to come off desperate.” “It’s supposed to feel desperate,” he shot back, not looking up from his screen. “That’s the point. Desire isn’t polite.” “Desire also isn’t alienating half the audience.” He finally looked at me, eyes tired but sharp. “You think sex sells by being polite?”

I said slowly, “is it about emotional connection… or physical desire?” Jeff paused. Just slightly. Then he answered carefully. “It can be interpreted both ways.” I hummed softly, pretending to think. “And what about forbidden attraction?” His eyes lifted from the page. “Forbidden?” he repeated. “Yes,” I said innocently. “Like when someone wants something they know they probably shouldn’t.” The silence stretched for a moment then Jeff closed the book gently. “That interpretation,” he said slowly, “would depend on context.” My heart fluttered. Oh yes.

She was a dirty little skank. "I was hoping for round two," she purred, her eyes devouring him. As if she had a right to expect anything more. He had already made her climax, despite the disappointment that set in the moment he realized her body didn’t excite him. He'd already made her cum all over his dick even though her hole was loose enough to turn him off once he'd seen it. He had still done the gentlemanly thing and gotten her off since it had already progressed to where she was naked and his groping and grinding had been an unfortunate promise of what was to come. He was a pissy like that - a nice guy. He had wanted to pull her down to her knees and make her suck him off so he didn't

He said and leaned back on the bed. "Ew. No. Thanks for the offer, but no. Leave, please" I said, flushing again. This man seems to know the things to say that'd get me hot and bothered. "Aw, come on. Don't deprive me of this, seeing you like this just makes me want to eat you up, but I won't do that because I'm a gentleman of course" I laughed out loud at his use of the word gentleman to describe himself. Everyone knows Nate Jones is the furthest thing from a gentleman.

His undone tie, his jacket, was over his right shoulder, holding it with his hand, all that made him irresistible. What caught my attention were his eyes, full of hunger, lust and the desperation with which this man wanted me. I received a frantic thrill just by locking my gaze with him. This despair seized even me. I tried hard to resist this desire, but the more I looked at him, the more I wanted him.