Make Him Want Me Novels & Stories

He smiles, his kindness and warmth so fucking contagious. But I show him my stern face, the one I use when I want him to take me seriously. “But I also know she fucked you over. I know that if you had the chance, you'd fuck the shit out of her to make her pay for all the horrible things she's done.” His brow furrows as he thinks about it. “Are you sure?” I nod, turning back away from him. “Please, Daddy, Daddy I want,” I whimper. I turn my ass up a little, gesturing to him how much I want his cock inside me.

Is he trying to make me hate him? No. I know exactly why. It’s because he knows I’m hungry for him. He knows I want him so bad I can barely breathe, and now he’s using it to drive me insane. To make me beg. “Fuck him!” I snap under my breath, but God… I want to fuck him right now. That grump has found his way into my head, just like he said he would, and now he’s twisting me up inside, playing this tease and torture game.

It made me sweaty and aroused, despite wanting to hate this man I couldn't because there is something about him I can't pinpoint what it is exactly. But it speaks to me and I find myself wanting more. How far will he go to own me?

"I hate that you made me feel this way." "I know." "I hate that I cannot stop wanting you." "Good." He thrust harder. "Because I cannot stop wanting you either." His hand slipped between us and rubbed my clit in circles. Pleasure coiled tight again. "You ruined me," he growled. "Ruined me for anyone else. Made me realize I do not want arrangements anymore. I just want you." "Dante. I am going to." "Come," he commanded. "Come on my cock. Show me you are mine."

He didn’t want me at all. And that made me want him so badly I could barely breathe—want to drop to my knees in front of him, beg him to use me, to let me prove I was worth his time by choking on his cock until tears streamed down my face and he finally broke, flooding my throat with his release.

“Is that what you want? For me to find some nice human guy?” “No.” The word comes out almost like a growl. “I want to lock you in my room and never let you leave, I want to mark you so thoroughly that every being on the planet knows you’re mine, I want to claim you and bond you and make it so you can never leave me.” “Then do it.” I take a step toward him. “Stop telling me what I should want and just do what you actually want for once.” His hands come up to cup my face and his thumbs brush across my cheekbones. “If I start I won’t stop.”

However, he takes another puff before ordering. “Tell me you do not want it, and I’ll leave you alone. Forever.” We pause, the air still around us. I want to say the words, but I cannot seem to find them. “I… want it,” I whispered. “Louder. Tell me what you want.” My nipples harden to peaks behind my bra, and for some reason, I feel like he can see them. “I want you to make me come.”

“I already did what you asked. Delete the video.” “Nope. Can’t. I need to jerk off to it more.” The smile stayed. “Is it money you want? I’ll give you that.” “Nope. I have money already, Donna. I just want you.” I stared at him. “What?” “I want you so badly. The way you let that pathetic man fuck you… I want to fuck you too. You might not have noticed, but I’m crazy obsessed with you.” He moved closer. I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

“Oh no you don't. You put me through all of this stress thinking of the possibilities that can occur when you contact those Ex-hunters. “What do you want? A prize or something?” I ask flippantly. His eyes go deep with hunger as he scans over my body. “I want you to kiss it and make it better.”

I asked seductively when he reached towards me. " You know what I want so why don't you strip and get on all of yours so I can put my dick inside of you." he replied grabing me by my throat. " I don't want it." I snapped at him " Why do you think I will always want you? You know we both are together with one another because we have got no choice because in reality I don't want you."