Wanting Mr Cane Novels & Stories

McLauren looked up from behind his desk, cigar in hand, his expression shifting from mild annoyance to fear he'd never been on the other side of his anger . "What the fuck is this?" Kane demanded, his voice sharp enough to cut. McLauren blinked once. Then leaned back slowly, like he had all the time in the world. "I'm not sure what you're referring to," he said calmly, exhaling a stream of smoke. Kane took a step forward. Mona stayed close behind him, her fingers gripping the back of his hoodie like it was the only thing keeping her steady. "Don't play with me," Kane said, quieter now, but far more dangerous. "You had your men grab her. You had them search her booth. You had them pull out m

Before he left Roman walked up to her, and Raven was caught off-guard, his scent was really good and he was way more handsome up close. "Can I have your number?" "Sure," Raven told him her digits and he saved it. "Talk to you later." Roman winked at her as he went out and when she looked next to him she found Damien watching her. He didn't say anything to her as he also walked out after Roman Early access to chapters: www.patreon.com/taniashava

Lena POV: --- The dream made no sense at all. Cane was at one end of the hallway, standing there with rain-soaked clothes and his hand reaching out toward me. His eyes were agitated, filled with a mix of pleading, anger, and desperation. I could feel Dominic behind me. He was silent and still, not touching me, but close enough that I could feel his warmth radiating toward me. “Come with me,” Cane urged. “You don’t belong in this place.”

Kane's curry-colored pupils shrunk, and in the middle of the day, his thin lips gently opened and closed, "What do you want?" A low voice, slowly asked. Jane Tong's face, under the light of the dormitory, was a little white. She still did not look squarely at Kane, glancing at her head, just jerking up her forehead hair with one hand, exposing the hideous scar on that forehead clearly to Kane's eyes: "Half a million, Mr. Kane ...... I want, in advance, half a million for tomorrow." Kane could see that the woman was trading that kiss from tomorrow for an advance of half a million dollars.

“You really think killing Draven made you strong? No, Maxim. It just proved how desperate you were to hold on to a title you don’t deserve.” I tilted my head, studying him. “You think I don't deserve to be King?” Cane sneered. “The only thing you deserve is to die by hanging.” I chuckled. “You’re just mad because I didn't let Draven lay his filthy hands on the crown. I beat him at his own game.” “And I will beat you at your own game. Sooner or later I will get rid of you.” I nodded silently. “I will be waiting.” After a pause, I asked. “So tell me, Cane. If you didn’t come here to die tonight, what do you want?”

"Gosh! I can never resist the urge to be touched whenever I see a cute guy. I could already feel my body turning mushy and the heat that's pooling between my legs is causing quite a discomfort, But it's a sweet and pleasurable discomfort and that is making me itch for his touch. I don't fucking care if he doesn't play along with my plans, all I fucking want right now is to be screwed by this handsome dude with firm abs and a sturdy chest. I’m sure he'll be so huge down there, filling me up with his huge dick, rocking my whole world upside down. Yeah, I know what you're thinking right now. You think that I am an insatiably whore because I just spent the whole morning with another man and yet

“Mr Brooks, my name is Natalie Collin. Did you miss your way here?”. Natalie mocked. “No,” he said, gaze fixed on her. “But you clearly have. Is this what freedom looks like to you? Grinding on strangers in cheap cologne?” He looked around, eyes scanning the shirtless men hovering too close to her. “Impressive. You’ve downgraded from being my wife to being tonight’s entertainment.” “You better watch the way you speak to my friend.”

I was about to inform the receptionist when I caught a familiar scent. “Mr. Cane?” I don’t know, but his cologne was so memorable and special that I turned to call his name, and he suddenly faced my direction. “You again?” He sounded annoyed and didn’t look pleased to see me. I walked over to him. “Hi.” I swallowed hard. He was better looking than yesterday, more intimidating, and intoxicating. “Why are you here? Do you want to ruin my day like yesterday?” He questioned me curtly. Then I knew he wasn’t behind the bad review. All I had to do was plead with him and convince him to help me. I knew he was a famous and busy person, but explaining the truth to the public wouldn't take much of his

“You just need to get yourself together. Why don't you have a night out with yourself? Go out, get some drink at the bar or something to calm yourself and think twice about what step you're gonna take to get your man back.” “I see…” Vivian mumbled. “Would have been better if you were here though.” “Sure…I wish I was but, you know I'm currently out of town now so I can't stay with you.” Cecile reminded her. “I guess I'll just have to make do with my own company then while I look for every one hundred and one ways possible to make sure I win my man back.” Vivian said with a smirk on her face. “Now, that's the spirit.” Cecile responded with a chuckle.