Wanting Mr Cane Novels & Stories

The man he knows has lost his laughter years ago following his wife's death, but at least he manages to conquer each day with a bright look on his face, but this morning something was different. Mr. Clark not only looked sad but he looked scared but refuses to share what is ailing him with his butler. As always. " Miss Clark, you are looking good tonight and your father will be so glad to see you, " Castro told the young mistress in an excited voice. The little excitement Evangel managed to mutter faded at Castro's words. " I don't know about that, " she mumbled under her voice. Whether she meant for it to be heard or not the other two humans beside her did.

I immediately scolded Andrei and gave him a meaningful look but like Rozz they just ignored what I was saying and showing. He smirked and walked near us. He was only a short distance from us when he stopped. "You are holding my WIFE Mr. Fuederigo" he said emphasizing that word. The room was quiet for a moment. Later, Rozz turned to look at me, if before his expression was cold, now his eyes are begging. "Tell me Cassandra, will you choose him over me?" he asked while looking directly in my eyes. Stilled. I looked at him and Andrei.

My gaze remained glued to his designer tie, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs as I fought the urge to look up into his face. "W-what?" "I want you, Arabella Morgan," Damian said, his voice dropping to a low, unyielding promise that resonated in the quiet room. "I want you as my woman." My composure finally cracked. Hearing those words spoken with such bold, unrestrained confidence sent a wave of shock through me. For a long, suffocating moment, I couldn't breathe, let alone form a coherent reply.

I was glad with my choice of trouser because it would do well to hide my throbbing member curtsey because of its thick material and baggy size. I arrived at the training ground where Cane had requested I come down, saying it was urgent. I hated when I was summoned through a mindlink, but I didn't blame Reece and him for using it on me; they weren't aware of my immense dislike for it. "What is it, Cane?" I asked the moment I spotted his red hair. He was standing with men lined up to his left and his hands folded behind him. His Forrest green eyes were cold, with a calculative gaze. He looked like he was seriously thinking about something that was heavily troubling his mind.

“You want your husband’s boss to bend you over and ruin this married cunt?” “Yes,” I beg, pushing back against him. “Please, Mr. Kane… fuck me. Use me. I want revenge and I want your cock.” He presses the head against my entrance, ready to stretch me open.

It sounded so funny to me, but Henry didn’t seem to care about it at all. “But you know I’m fucking dating Henry,” Ivory said at the top of her voice. “I know you are fucking him, but I don’t know you are dating him,” Catherine said, as if she was tired of the whole conversation. “I guess I have to make a reservation for my babies. I don’t want you to interrupt their courtship,” Catherine said, and we all looked up to her. “Reservation? Are you serious? Your husband just died,” Ivory said. “He would have been happy with the decision,” Catherine said, looking at Xandra. “Xandra,” she called, and Xandra raised her head up. “Which state did they ban you from?”

He found himself sweating and chew clattering while his palm were becoming wet. "Be calm Jayden, remain calm for goodness sake." He said to himself inwardly. "Jessica, we are waiting." Mr. White said softly. "Well, because I can't stay with a man who doesn't love me, who literally kidnapped me and too my freedom and happiness away from me, I will go with the first offer. Where is the marriage contract? Where do I sign?" Jessica asked, looking at the file like searching for the marriage contract document with her eyes.

"With how many hours we work overtime every day, I'd have a hard time getting it up even if Megan Fox is standing in front of me." "I suddenly feel like Mr. Kane is just a regular man now." "Aldor, who is the wife that the person mentioned on the phone? Is that Mr. Kane's new girlfriend?" Aldor replied flatly, "It's Mr. Kane's private matters. How would I know?" "You're with him all the time. How could you not know?" The group clearly did not believe Aldor. "If you're that curious, we should swap roles for a day. Try to spend one day with Mr. Kane, and maybe you'll find out," Aldor suggested.

“Good girl. Now get on the bed. On your back. Legs spread wide. I want to see that dripping pussy.” I crawl onto the big four-poster bed and lie down, spreading my thighs obediently. The sheer babydoll is ruined — bunched around my waist, cum-stained, and torn in places. Mr. Cane stands at the foot of the bed, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a toned, powerful chest. His cock is already hardening again. “Touch yourself,” he growls. “Show me how you play with what’s mine. But remember – your orgasms belong to me. You do not come until I say so.”

I have never seen her without makeup so trying to convince her that she could take a bath later will be just a waste of time and energy. "Okay." I toss my phone in my bag and I lower myself on one of her expensive couches. My eyes scan around, settling blankly at a photo of Mr. Bryant that is hanged opposite me and it is sort of covering the entire wall. He is everything Matt, his hazel-green eyes, sharp features, and wavy dark hair. A few minutes later, Celine walks in looking all flushed and she is on a call with someone. "I will call you later, I love you." She hangs up as she walks towards me and she spares me a tiny smile.