Novel & Cerita Her Own Desire

"I hope Serena stays forever." Kael stopped walking. Just for a second. The words weren't unusual. Children became attached. Especially Lia. But something about hearing them now made his chest tighten unexpectedly. Because for the first time, he realized he wanted the same thing. And that was exactly what frightened him. More than any business deal. More than any rival. More than any risk he'd ever taken. Because wanting Serena to stay was one thing. Needing her to stay was another. And somewhere along the way, he

He replied and without hearing any other word from her, he walked out of the room. Xalia sighed and ran her hands through her hair, she didn't want him to stop, she just wanted him to reduce his pace in thrusting his finger into her. Slowly, she trailed her hands down to her cunt and groaned, she realised how wet she was and tears welled up in her eyes, she was so turned on and he left just like that. She groaned frustratingly and took in deep breaths, since she wasn't a fan of pleasing herself, she decided to take a cold shower and calm her nerves.

“Because I am still in love with you Emily. You must be so blind to not have guessed that.” I needed to tell her something. Love was far from what I felt for her. But a part of me knows that I can have her just at the tip of my fingers. It was very easy to control Emily. All these other ladies out there want a part of my money. But Emily, all she craves for is the love and affection from any man who could give that to her, and I can give that to her. I guess. ‘This is not love. And I know that I do not want this anymore.”

She is so perfect, so fucking amazing. If I were stupid enough to believe in true love, I would have said that she was my soul mate, I would have said that she was that special person made just for me. But I’m nothing like that, deep inside in my heart, I have a strong desire to dominate and subdue her. As I kept watching her, my desire to control and possess her was quietly growing. I want to keep her in my house as my pet. Her only job will be to satisfy me and make me happy.

I let myself be fooled, deceived by him, my heart shattered by the reality of the situation. "I won't chase after him like he thinks. I won't be like the others who, after he tastes them, feel like they own him. Never! I will never do that." The words echoed in my mind, a defiant mantra against the tide of emotions threatening to drown me. I wouldn't be another conquest, another notch on his bedpost. I would not be defined by his touch, his fleeting desire.

I muttered to myself. I stared at the mirror, looking at the woman, I have become and married him for something precious and not this. Loving wealth, fame, power and still do my thing normally, that's my goal. Suffering became part of me when I was growing up. Suffering and street life is what I wouldn't like to experience again. He is a caring and lovable husband, but he wants to be the head. My voice doesn't count. “I have a voice, I am a brave lady.” I said to myself and stood up grandly to the dinning room to meet him.

I could surround her with comfort, solve her problems with a single call, place her on every pedestal available to my reach. But I didn’t want her to submit. I wanted her to shine. That was the difference. Desire, I’ve learned, is a strange and unruly thing. It doesn’t ask for permission. It grows without being invited. And it doesn’t care about timing. With Haley, it was more than attraction. It was something deeper, more dangerous. A need to protect. To see her rise. She thinks she’s a burden. She thinks I’m helping her only because of Lily.

She was the woman who had unknowingly owned me for years. I had wanted her since the moment she came into our lives. At first, I didn’t even understand it. I just knew I wanted her near, wanted her attention, wanted her smile. But as I got older, that want turned into something darker, heavier. Desire. Hunger. Need. And now, after all these years of holding back, after finally tasting her lips, there was no way I could pretend anymore.

And I know, with terrifying certainty, that you can’t make yourself either. I threw the marker down. The confusion was still there, a knot in my chest, but the self-discovery had brought a new, fierce clarity. I am trapped, yes, but I am no longer numb. And the only thing I truly desire is the man who holds the keys to my ruin.

“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.”