Male Pov Novels & Stories

He breathed heavily and smirked at the sight of the woman trembling with so much pleasure. "That is the kind of sex you deserve, my love. Do not settle for less." He kissed her cheek and disappeared to look for his next victim. In just an hour, Malovich was able to fuck ten women and also had his fill with blood. He did not have a particular type. He fucked anyone he finds attractive and left them satisfied and wrecked. They will wake up not remembering what happened, but the great sex he gave them will always stay at the back of their minds, and they will keep looking for it from their lover—which won't be given to them.

Puffing air, I face him and playfully roll my eyes to hide my uneasiness. "Come on, Kester. Were going to the Capital. Of course, I should wear presentable ones," I argue when he starts with scolding me in terms of my clothes whenever we go out from our village. His thick eyebrows almost meet each other as he looks directly at my heels that's why my gaze slowly turns to my feet, wearing my 2 inches wedge heels. "Are you comfortable with that?" He's too busy checking my heels that he doesn't seem to notice how I turn to a statue for seconds after hearing his question.

Third Person POV In St. Petersburg, inside a mansion sat a very charming young man who looked to be twenty-five years old, but he was actually twenty-six. His facial features were so gorgeous that if he were a girl, he wouldn't lose to Finest, and even as a boy, his charms didn't lose to Adonis. He was wearing only black pants while his upper body was bare, exposing his ripped and irresistible build, which can make any girl's knee jerk unstable and their pussy to water.