Desires Die Hard Pdf Novels & Stories

When the telescope inside the apartment opposite mine locked onto me, I was curled up on my bed, trembling all over from the toy. When I realized I was being spied on, the panic was accompanied by overwhelming pleasure and excitement. I reached my climax under that intense gaze, becoming completely disheveled, as if being caressed and toyed with by those eyes. I did the boldest thing I had ever done in my life. I faced the intense gaze from afar and slowly parted my legs, showing him how I swallowed the toy. I had no idea that this gaze would soon lead me to countless dizzying losses of control.

Rich. "Of course, he fits your type," I teased, a playful grin forming on my face. "Handsome, enigmatic, and oh-so-difficult to please. It's like he stepped right out of your romantic daydreams. I can't deny he has the looks," I said, grinning. "But boy, does he know how to push us to our limits. It's like he enjoys watching us squirm."

I smiled. She had slim, glossy, small lips that were radiant in the dim lights of the club. Asides Shola and Mule, there were several other people at the table: a man and four other girls dressed in similar attires as Shola. Their skins were glossy and almost pale. “Lest I forget, Kelvin,” Mule said, “Over there is...” He pointed at a hard faced, dark skinned, handsome man sporting the darkest pair of shades I'd ever seen. Who wears shades in a dark place? “…Tesoju.”

If not, he wouldn't hesitate to delete all Philips without caring whether they belong to one or hundreds of Philips. With satisfaction after deleting the contact, he turned back around only to see Joyce so intimately close. She was practically hugging him, trying to retrieve her phone which he held up with a hand above his head. He was silent and studied her face which was creasing in a frown. His eyes strayed to those lips that parted and closed more often than usual as a result of the struggle. He felt the sudden but strong urge to taste those again. He became thirsty of a sudden and those luscious twins seemed to be the perfect water to quench his thirst.

But she couldn't ask for those things without sounding desperate and pathetic. "How long were you married?" she asked instead. "Three years." "Why did it end?" Drake stared out at the city. His profile was sharp against the night sky, all hard lines and clenched jaw. "Because she wanted my name and my money, and I couldn't give her the one thing she actually wanted." "What was that?" He turned to look at her. His eyes were dark and unreadable. "A child." Avery's breath caught. She hadn't expected that. She had expected infidelity or boredom or the cold distance that came with wealthy marriages. Not this. Not something that sounded so painfully human.

"Yeah, sorry Joy, but I'm still going to pass," you said. "No offence, but it just sounds like a bad idea for me." That sweet, syrupy personality dropped almost immediately. "We're going to fuck, John. Just once, so you know what I'm offering. You can't turn down a completely no strings attached fuck, can you?" Yeah, OK, you thought ruefully. 'No strings attached.' So believable. "It's a no, Joy. I'm just not attracted to you, and you're starting to sound desperate," you said.

I lay in bed, hand hovering over my pussy, tempted to touch but his rule echoed: That's mine now. Instead of touching myself, I replayed the day, the power he wielded, the way my body responded. Ambition had led me here, but desire was chaining me tighter. The board meeting was tomorrow, a public facade hiding the private surrender. What would he demand next? And why did the thought make my pulse race?

CAMILLA “Do we have a deal?” Rhys asked, his hot breath fanning my pussy and clouding my thoughts. I knew it would be near impossible to accomplish this task because I was already resisting the urge to clamp my legs together with his face right in it. Desire pooled in my abdomen, my body quivered with heat and with fog in my brain, I whispered in a shaky breath. “Deal.” He chucked deeply, “good fox.” I barely had time to breathe.

To allow my transcendent destiny among legends to remain forever toxified by a poisonous infatuation for my sworn enemy. Which is when blinding clarity finally descends like a lead weight to my skull, nearly staggering me in its abrupt finality. This has gone altogether too far into the abyss. If there is any hope of extracting my pristine soul from the maw of this madness, I must needs confront the matter head on. The source of this disease must be cut fully from my boundless potential, by any means required. Even if that prescribed remedy defies every principal of decency and honor I've sworn my noble sport upon. Luca was correct - much as it galls me to admit.

“That’s the one thing I can’t seem to write.” “Why not?” he asked. “Because I don’t know how to describe it without sounding fake.” He studied me for a moment. “Maybe that’s because you think desire is only about the physical. But it isn’t.” I met his gaze, waiting. He continued, “Desire can be wanting to understand someone completely. It can be curiosity, admiration, or even silence between two people who can’t stop thinking about each other. It’s not always about touch.” His voice was low, steady, almost thoughtful enough to make the room feel smaller.