Object Of My Desires Novels & Stories

"who are you and what do you want?!" Amber commanded even though though fear could clearly be heard in her voice. She tried to look tough even though she was a wreck deep inside her. "Oh you are a tough one hmm, I love tough ones especially when I crack them. Don't you just love that?" The second man spoke looking at her from head to toe then looking at the third man like seeking for approval from him. "Yes I love that very much, and this one will be very fun am sure" he responded while licking his lips and walking towards her, he squatted to her lever then started brushing his finger against her face like rubbing dew from a leaf.

John sits at the edge of the bed, looking out the window. Demon lies beside him, not touching, but close. I hug myself, still naked, as if trying to contain what can’t be explained. I watch them from inside myself, and I don’t know if I want to cry or applaud. We’re not guilty. We’re just hopelessly addicted to the only thing we have left in a world that condemns us: Desire.

I see a flicker of pain and shock cross his face. He steps closer, his eyes locking onto mine. "You want to know, right?" he asks, his voice low and intense. I nod, "Yes, I want to know." He traps me against the wall, placing his hands on either side of my head. His eyes are dark with lust, and I struggle to catch my breath. As his lips brush against my ear, I feel a shiver run down my spine, and my body warms with desire. “You are mine, Harper. No man dares touch what belongs to me,” he says, possessiveness lacing his tone. Without warning, he crashes his lips against mine. My entire body trembles with the intensity of the desire that floods my senses.

I wanted to be seen, and to be desired, but not at the cost of my agency and self-worth. At that moment, I took a deep breath, finding the strength to speak my truth. "Jax, I can't be reduced to a mere object of desire. I deserve to be valued for who I am, for the depth of my emotions and the complexities of my being." The room fell silent, the weight of our unspoken desires hanging in the air. It was a pivotal moment, a crossroads where the path we chose would determine the course of our relationship. I waited, my heart pounding in my chest, hoping that Jax would understand, that he would have a second thought and let me be free of his tight grip.

I wanted him so, so much. Eventually, my room was filled with the scent of lust. I squeezed the pillow between my legs, biting on my lips and with my toes curled. I rubbed myself against the edges, trying to contain my lust. I dearly wanted to stuff something inside of me to suppress the emptiness I felt inside my heart. Up until I finally fell asleep, I was still wondering if Austin would agree to send me a video of himself jerking off if I asked him for it. … Austin was my deskmate. The first time I laid my eyes on him was the first day I went to the new school as a transfer student.

His eyes glistened with desires, the exact ones I sought to drain him out and slip him off control like he did with me yesterday. He was never meant to take me as early as he did yesterday. His three demands weren’t met or completed, yet he laid me bare and took me deep and raw throughout. Over and over again till the both of us were a wreck to the sequence of our lustful desires. “What do you see when you look at me?” I quizzed at him, pressing my middle finger against my clit, the throbbing sensation aching at my heart. “What about me fascinated you?” Was it my body? My delicate persona that was always a font for him…? What? What exactly about me fascinated him to cross a line with his bes

Jealousy flares through me, my jaw tightens. Damn. It'll kill me if another man starts fucking her. I need to secure that cunt for myself. I'm beginning to lose my mind from not having her. She's close to me yet I can't have her. I wish I had met her before her mother. It will be easy rather than weighing the consequences of my forbidden desire for her. “I don't think there will be any need for that,” I state calmly. “ I'm offering you a job. Work for me as my Personal Assistnt. Her head snaps up, eyes flashing with gratitude. “Oh my God! A job? In your company?”

He looked like a god among men, and I couldn't help but feel drawn to him despite our mutual disdain for each other. He took me in with an intense, lingering gaze. His eyes scanned over every curve of my body, causing a sudden heat to rise within me. I cleared my throat, feeling exposed under his intense scrutiny. "Is there something you want?" I asked, trying to hide my sudden vulnerability. Alex finally broke his gaze, but the look in his eyes remained. "Just admiring the view," he said with a smirk, his voice low and husky. I swallowed hard, feeling a sudden rush of desire coursing through me. "Don't be ridiculous, we both know that you are usually not so attentive.”" I retorted, trying t

he growled, the vibration of his voice traveling through my skull. I grew bolder, fueled by the sound of his approval. I pushed further, taking more of him, feeling the stretch in my jaw and the pressure in my throat. I wanted to please him so badly it hurt. I sucked deeper, pushing past my own limits until I felt the burn in the back of my throat. Tears started to prick at my eyes, blurring my vision and leaving dark streaks of mascara down my cheeks, but I didn't stop. I wanted him to feel the depth of my need, the desperation I was no longer trying to hide.

Soon, my brain stopped giving me danger signals as I slowly gave in to lust. "I longed for you for so long. I want to be one with you," She said and grabbed my stick. "Ah!" Before I knew it, I moaned from the pleasure I felt at the moment she touched my Arsh junior. I looked down and realized I had no clothes over my body. I was as naked as a red butted monkey. My body never felt so heated before. It was giving in to the carnal desires without my consent. Heck! It had my consent.