Novel & Cerita Ling X Greed

He said with his full attention this time but is still looking at his back. I was speechless for a second, though I am not so sure if that's something he should be proud of. "It's not the forced relationships that became the reason. It's LUST. Have you considered that?" This time I tried to talk back to him. "No. Because unlike you, I do not thirst for sex and do it as an exchange for pieces of information. I'd like to obey, be polite, and be a gentleman that a woman needs." He replied and continued walking downstairs where the ambulance was waiting.

After a while, we disengaged the kiss breathlessly, but all we could think of was, continuing. The only thing in the atmosphere at that moment was lust, apart from that, there was nothing else and it was so satisfying. Without a warning, my hands slipped behind Lorenzo's back, unzipping the zip to her dress. Instantly, the dress fell from above her shoulder exposing her huge peaks. Her nipples were erect and red. Without waiting, I grabbed them, squeezing them softly as a moan escaped Lorenzo's mouth. Bending slightly, I placed one of them into my mouth, suckling like a child who had long been starved of his mother's milk.

Xeon hissed as the invisible arrow of lust, love and desire shot at him. That was the last time his mate had his clothes on himself and the soft, smooth skin of his lips, neck, chest, nip buds and lastly, the angry tipped python held back by the s*xiest thong ever, were left alone. Dre was Xeon's undoing afterall. His very own Kryptonite. “I will make you realize how jealous and possessive I am about you, babe,” Xeon rasped. “Like hell I would let you,” Dre angrily shouted.

Cursing inwardly, he grappled with the involuntary surge of lust, a silent war waged between his intellect and his baser needs. "Follow me," Xavier commanded, his voice a blade cutting through the tension. His fingers adjusted the fabric of his pants, an unconscious gesture belying his inner turmoil. The words were terse and devoid of warmth, yet they resonated with a dominance that had little to do with affection and everything to do with control.

I leisurely swirled the wine in my glass and asked calmly, "What's the matter, Mitchell? Haven't I already paid the down payment for all the penthouses? What else are you not satisfied with?" Mitchell was so angry that his frown deepened even more. "You said that you paid for the down payment? What the actual fuck, Violet Winters? Are you fucking out of your mind? "You took out online loans for us! The kind with sky-high interest rates! Usury! You're putting all of us millions in debt! And you dare to call this a down payment?" "Yeah, down payment," I said, still as calm as ever. "You each have a penthouse to your name. You'd all probably only have peace of mind if the place you lived in was

Everything in me froze. Hearing his words, I couldn’t respond. My throat felt tight, like something had locked inside it. I just stood there staring at him, unable to form a single sentence. And he only smiled. That same unsettling smile that never meant anything good. A slow, creepy curve of his lips that made my skin crawl. “You see?” he said quietly. “This is what greed looks like. You can’t even choose between your boyfriend and the life of an old woman.” He tilted his head slightly, watching my reaction carefully.

Step by step, their greed, selfishness, ingratitude, and betrayal drive them to the edge. Kindness was a choice, a virtue. It was not an obligation, especially not for those who don’t deserve it. I often thought that if I hadn’t had that car, that office building, those connections like Mr. Parker, maybe the person digging through trash under the bridge that night would have been me. This world is never gentle. Sometimes, it’s cruel. This was my final lesson for Winnie and Noah. However, the tuition was steep. Too steep that they would pay for it with their lives.

"Xavier, if you serve me a bowl of green sludge tonight, I swear to God I will take your personal laptop and drop it over the balcony. I want real food. I want grease. I want the garlic fries you promised me yesterday before your father walked in and turned our life into a mafia convention." Xavier didn't flinch. He walked around the island, his movements slow, deliberate, and entirely unbothered by my threat. He stopped inches from me, his towering frame completely shadow-boxing me against the counter. He didn't look angry; he looked hopelessly, terrifyingly obsessed. He reached out, his large fingers catching my chin, forcing me to look up into the dark heat of his gaze.

A deep groan escaped his chest. "Always ready for me, huh?" Xavier hissed. Liora nodded, unable to speak. Her eyes were closed, her entire body focused on Xavier's touch between her thighs. Xavier patiently built her pleasure, his fingers moving with deadly skill, knowing every sensitive spot perfectly. Liora writhed beneath him, moaning, begging him not to stop. "Please, Xavier... I want..." "You want what?" Xavier asked. "I WANT YOU!" Liora cried out, shedding all embarrassment.

I purred again and Xander’s grip on my wrist tightened. This was what I wanted, his anger. “Do you want any other Alpha, other than you seeing me n*ked or kneeling in front of him?” I said, my voice rising an octave, realizing that my taunts were working. “Grace…” he warned me, but I knew I was winning and there was no chance I was stopping before getting the medal, and in this case. Xander’s cock was my medal. “Me begging for someone else’s d*ck and moaning his name while he makes me cum on his d*ck?” I said again and this was the last nail in the coffin of Xander’s patience.