Make Him Want Me 소설 & 이야기

He didn’t make me desire him, he didn’t turn me on like Nicolas did just by staring at me with his dark orbs. “I want you” He smirked, “Thought you’d never ask”

“Let’s forget about meeting my team and go on a vacation. Just you and me. I promise to make you feel wanted and special… Hm?” I blinked from shock as I registered what he said in my head and thoughts. “I want to make you feel good about yourself.” He paused and closed his eyes, as if summoning the will to speak. “I want to make you forget about him. I need to make you ignore every shit he has put you through. I want to make you the happy girl I have always known. So, please. Grant me that permission to have you all to myself.” I gasped. “What?”

I swallowed, my pulse picking up, but I didn’t stop talking. “What we did in your office…” I let out a small breath, heat creeping up my neck as the memory flashed through me. “It was hot, really hot but I don’t just want that. I want the intense stuff too. I want you to tie me up, I want you to push me to do things I thought I’d never be able to do, I want it all, I want you to make and mark me as yours, I want to be at your beck and call, I want to be your slave. I want to be whatever you’re into…” My voice dropped, quieter but more certain. “Make me yours, completely.” He let out a low chuckle, but there was no amusement in it, just something bitter and guarded. He must think that I’m blu

I ask frowning. “I want you to want me, to seek me out for more than just comfort when you're nervous or scared. I want you to crave the feelings that only I can make you feel, Margot. I want you to feel empowered to come to me when you want me, knowing that I will never turn you away. I love you. I want you, and I want you to want me like that too. So, if I’m making you want me more every time we’re together, then I’d say I’m doing exactly what I was hoping to do.”

“You want me to stay?” “Was that unclear?” “I—I just didn’t want to overstep⁠—” “If I wanted you gone, I would tell you. I say what I mean⁠—” “And mean what I say,” I said. “Yes, I remember.” He flashed me a look of irritation, like he didn’t appreciate the taunt. “Then get your ass in bed before I throw you in it.” I loved feeling wanted. And I loved the way he made me feel wanted. He took what he wanted without apology. Made demands like he was entitled to whatever he set his eyes on. The fact that I was what he wanted still felt like a dream come true.

I didn’t answer even though I didn’t deny it either and that was enough. Her expression shifted again this time, thoughtful. “If you really want him,” she continued, lowering her voice again, “then you can’t just wait around.” I frowned slightly. “What do you mean?” “I mean you need to make him want you,” she said. “Not just like you. Not just be curious about you.” Her eyes locked onto mine. “I mean obsessed.” The word sent a strange feeling through me, dark, dangerous and… tempting. “And how do I do that?” I asked quietly.

“Tell me what you want.” His eyes flash dangerously. “You know what I want.” I squeeze him, just shy of too hard. “Say it.” For a moment, I think he might refuse, might flip me over and take control. But he surprises me. “I want you to suck my cock. I want to feel the back of your throat.”

he hissed, his voice raw. I opened my eyes, and for a second, the world narrowed down to the gold flecks in his dark irises. He wasn't just taking; he was searching. He wanted to see the moment I broke, the moment Victor and the clinic and my carefully constructed reputation dissolved into nothing. "You're mine," he muttered, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. "Not his. Not the city's. Mine." "Seven, please," I whimpered, my hands clawing at his shoulders.

Another, and he wiped all traces of makeup from my face. “I want my girls with me. Always,” he said roughly. “I want to hear Milka’s giggles and see her smile, and I want to watch her learn new things.” His hands slid up my back. “I want to hold you whenever I want, and kiss you whenever the mood strikes me, and dammit, Chloe, I want to fuck you until neither of us can speak whenever we’re alone. I just fucking want you, girl. All the time.” I lowered my lips to his. “Then have me. Now. That’s all I’m promising. Now, until you leave.”

I hate him and want him more than I wanted him before. “Do you feel that?” He nudged his nose on my cheeks, a tender gesture that had me closing my eyes. “The attraction. The pull. The need to have me inside you… What you feel is magnified at my end. You have no idea how badly I want to take you. So fucking bad I’m going mad being this close to you.”