He Craved My Love When I Stopped Serving Him Novel Novels & Stories

the serenity in his voice throbbed her heart, but at the same time, it made Cyra grit her teeth in rage. “Shut up. Keep your awful mouth shut. What do you know about love? Drugging a girl and forcing her to submit to you? Do you call it love? Do you think this is what love is?” Cyra snarled at him while a tear rolled down from her eyes. “Did it give you the serenity which even your love has failed to give you, mi amor?” his question number Cyra.

I cried loud, begged him for mercy, but never really utter the word Stop. I don’t want him to stop and the second orgasm took over exploding into a huge mess of fluids. I squirt. He fucking made me squirt. He flipped me again to face him and enter again. I slapped his face at the same time, pulled him for a fierce kiss. God! I can’t bear it still want it. There is too much pain as we fucked like rabbits. I didn’t remember coming this harder. “God, I love you.” I said as he eases me down.

“She’s dragging it out of me. Every time I smell her, it’s like setting a match to everything I’ve buried.” “You love her.” I stopped. The word felt like a bullet lodged between my ribs. I turned back slowly. “Don’t say that.” “It’s true, though, isn’t it?” “No.” I walked up to him, jaw tight. “You’re wrong. I don’t love her. I crave her. There’s a difference.” “Craving doesn’t make you hesitate in the middle of a feeding. Craving doesn’t make you run after her to stop her from escaping and then carry her unconscious body home. Craving doesn’t make you rage at yourself after.”

Then, I calmly explained: “9 years ago, live. I had a crush on a guy, a video that ended up becoming a passion and I faithfully followed him around. However, he disappeared from my life. Shortly afterwards. 6 years later, his father came to me, begging me for a Marriage Covenant with his family. He would then have met the Glory of the Moon family. We were formidable and dominated the city of Seattle while his family was a small technology company with less than a decade of history, so I naturally declined ” Carlos missed, pursed his lips, hesitated before begging to continue. "Then?" I remember for the feeling that came over me when Mister Sky handed me the painting. I remember the renewed t

His eyes searched my face, reading the space between my words, reading what I was not saying. "Is there someone else?" he asked. I held his gaze. "There cannot be." It was the truth, the truth he deserved to hear. There could not be someone else, not because I did not feel it. Not because I did not want it but ecause the someone else was not mine to want, was not mine to have, was my sister's husband and my Alpha and the man who had banished me from everything I had ever known. Marcus looked at me for a long time after I said it. His thumbs moved against my knuckles. His face was tired, sad, but not angry. He had never been angry. That was not who he was.

I had just taken two sips of red wine when Crystal's words froze me in my tracks. "Crystal, I think you may have misunderstood, I just ......" Before I could finish my words, my head had already started to spin, not because of my health, but because there was something wrong with the wine Crystal had given me. Crystal stood up and came over and held me before I fell to the floor. I tried to struggle, but couldn't break free at all. "Grace, I've liked you since I first met you, and I've been looking for you since you disappeared until now, and compared to vampires, we're both human, and we're better together."

"Mr. Cruise, I promise I'll do everything in my power to make Vee happy. If I ever step out of line, you can crush my small company like it's nothing." Under the weight of everyone's stares, I raised the pen. The moment it touched paper, a shrill voice cut through the room. "Don't sign it!" Lucas' face went white. Sophie practically flew onto the stage, grabbed the topmost glass from the champagne tower, and dumped it over my head. "He loves me. What gives you the right to cling to him for the rest of his life?"

Tasha couldn't believe her eyes. She did pour her heart in it, it wasn't an ordinary novel, she had written her own love story. "But what about the ending?" Irene raised her brows, "I noticed you haven't written it yet." "Ah yes, I'm stuck there, will take sometime before I write it," Elle pursed her lips. "Will it be a happy ending?" Irene raised her brows. "At least in the book we should have one right?" Elle shrugged. "Okay, I'll wait for the ending then, but can you email me the manuscript now, I'll work on it while we wait for the ending?"

I want to be forever trapped in the cage of this man's love who is now sitting in front of me and looking at me as if I am the most precious thing in the world. *****

Chris buried his face in his hands, his shoulders trembling as if his entire world had crumbled around him. Once upon a time, the mere sight of his pain would've been unbearable to me. But now, as his suffering lay bare before me, my heart remained untouched. It was then that I realized how stark the line between love and indifference could be. "Stop saying you love me. It sounds painfully ironic. Your love is something I no longer need or desire. Have you seen my new home? It's small and modest, and with my meager salary, it'll take years to afford a house of my own.