Make Him Want Me 소설 & 이야기

I am supposed to dislike this creature so why then do I want him to keep holding me like this? “What do you want?" I'm not sure of what exactly he is asking especially with how he is looking at me. I want so many things. I want you to keep holding me and I want you to leave me alone at the same time. I want you to touch me in illicit ways and I want to rip your hand off my body. I want you to truly see me and I want to be away from your presence. I want you to kiss me and I want to bite your head off. Maybe I should tell him all that and just get it out once and for all.

He is the one that made me into this, I just… I just… I just want him to be close to me. I just want to find peace in his violence.

Then he pulls my bosom, ushering me to move closer to him. Look at him being bossy again. “So… You want to make it up for me?” he asks, his voice husky with lust. “Anything…” I would do anything… But I really want to roll down his trouser and stick his bone into me. Why I am so desperate around him? This is not good. He eyes me, considering. “There’s something I’ve been dying to try with you,” he says, his hand moving to the back of my head and another towards my lips.

"I'm saying, what if we made this real? What if we gave the people what they want, and ended up getting what we want in the process?" I shook my head, trying to clear the fog of confusion and disbelief. "And what is it that you want, Alex?" His eyes glittered with a heat that made my stomach flip. "I want to win, Ava. I want to come out on top. And I want to do it with you by my side." I stared at him, my mind reeling. This was insane. He was insane. But some small, traitorous part of me couldn't help but wonder... what if he was right? What if we could turn this scandal into the opportunity of a lifetime?

He said, staring at me. I scoffed when he said that. "Can you get straight to the point already?" I asked and he chuckled. "You," He answered instantly like he was expecting my question. I arched my brow, surprised at his answer. "I want you," What does he mean by him wanting me? He chuckled watching my face. "You look so gorgeous. Hmm, if I sell you I'll be able to build a mansion for my people," He said and he winked at me.

“I am crazy with desire.” “So, beg me,” he says. “Beg me to use you. Beg for my seed.” “I want it. I want your seed.”

“You want someone to see how bad you are? You want my cock so bad; you are willing to have someone catch me fucking you hard and rough on this roof?” I was shaking and weak with lust. I hated him so much and loved him at the same time for this. How could one man have this much power over me? “Tell me, baby. What do you want?” I looked at him and smirked. “Fuck me here and now.” “Gladly.”

"Besides, I live to please you Gorgeous." In the beginning, the reason I talked to him wasn't because I wanted to cheer him up or because I felt sorry for him. Nothing like that, I was a little shit I just really wanted to see the face of him breaking down. And when he didn't, it thrilled me. I became filled with the desire to possess him completely. And now that I know I can finally have him all to myself, I'll make it so he never thinks about wanting to leave my side again ever.

He stared at me blankly after I said what I said. It took me a lot to say that, but that's what I want. I have never wanted something so much in my life. Maybe after he fuck me, I will stop fantasizing about him. It would quench my strong hunger for him because I am not thinking straight anymore. I want him so badly. Please, fuck me, Don Morelli. His eyes fell on my half-naked body and that alone increased the wetness inside my thong.

If he wants to get rid of me, then he should just give me what I want, or maybe he doesn't know what I want. I glance up at him, with a shy-eyed look, before I ask. "Please, can I suck your cock?”