What A Man Wants Book Novels & Stories

She needed to be fucked properly for the first time in years. Her hand shot out toward his belt buckle, fingers trembling with urgency. But he caught both her wrists in one large hand, pinning them firmly above her head on the mattress. A smug smirk curved his thin red lips as he looked down at her flushed naked body. “What’s your name?” he suddenly asked. Janice blinked, stunned and irritated at the same time. What the hell was he doing? She was dripping and ready to be fucked and this man wanted to chat? Growling in frustration, she writhed her hips uselessly beneath him.

But I couldn't seem to stop myself. "Whose lips," I said, forcing the words out even though they made me feel like I was on fire, "do you want wrapped around your cock?" The air between us crackled with electricity. His eyes darkened, his pupils dilating until there was just a thin ring of green around the black. His jaw tightened and I saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard. "A certain blonde spitfire," he said, his voice dropping to barely above a whisper, rough and raw with want. "A certain woman who drives me absolutely crazy. Who makes me think things I shouldn't think. Who makes me want things I shouldn't want."

“Damien is a very lucky man. But sometimes… a woman deserves to be spoiled. To be worshipped by more than one person who knows exactly how to make her feel good.” I swallowed hard. My heart was racing. A part of me, a secret, hidden part I had never fully admitted to had always fantasized about something like this. Being the center of attention. Being wanted so openly. The way all three of them were looking at me, hungry and patient, made my thighs press together. “I… I don’t know,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “This is all new to me.”

He smirked, going through the book. "Please stop opening the pages" I begged him, unable to handle the embarrassment. "You shouldn't be ashamed of your desires Lila, if you want something including my dick in your pussy or titties, anywhere.. just ask me and I'm going to make that happen" I can't handle this conversation and him looking at a sex book in front of me, I reached for the book and flung it away from his hands. He took his sharp gaze to me and I gulped nothing down my throat. I think I might be in trouble again.

I didn’t want her like the others did—not for a cheap thrill or a moment of power. I wanted more. I wanted to own every second of her life the way she unknowingly owned every second of mine. I wanted her laughter. Her fear. Her bad habits. Her silence. And it scared the hell out of me. Because for a man who had everything, I shouldn’t want anything this badly. Especially not someone I’ve never touched. I closed the laptop and stood, walking to the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the city. The skyline glittered like it always did—cold, perfect, untouchable.

The male’s voice asked, his voice laced with disappointment, “You like it when I fuck you, yeah?” “I do.” “Then why?” “I have to go study for midterms.” The feminine voice replied, “Maybe next time? After the midterms?” “Oh, no, Baby, I can't wait till then,” The male voice said, “My dick is still hard for you. One more round please.” Please say no! Please say no! Luke prayed to God. “Alright! Be quick!” If Luke stayed here for another second, all hell would break loose. “That's my girl!”

he murmured, not standing from the bed but not looking away either, “If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t stop pretending that this is nothing.” She did not look away. She did not move nor breathe. And in that moment—a burning, fragile moment—their desire stood naked between them, undeniable and dangerously close to breaking. Not touching. But wanting. God, wanting. And wanting, she realized, was far more powerful than she had ever expected.

“All women want security. All women want a powerful man who can protect them.” “Only women who can’t provide for and protect themselves.” Her fingers wrapped around the stem of her glass, and she fidgeted with it as she kept her eyes on me. “I’ve been doing it for a long time, and I’m pretty good at it. That’s not what I’m looking for in a man. And money is the root of all evil. When you have too much of it, everyone wants it. It’s impossible to tell who really likes you for you…and who wants to screw you over. People will do anything to get their hands on it…even murder innocent people.”

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.

“I wish I was there. I would be on my knees for you, only you. You do that to me, you make me want to worship the very ground you walk on.” My core clenched with desire. I was already soaking wet and he wasn’t even touching me. I was meant to be teasing him but it seemed the tables had turned. Need was running through my body like an electric current and I tried to swallow the knot in my throat but couldn’t. I had to put my legs down from the table so I could squeeze them together. “You want that too, don’t you?” he asked and I hummed. “Greedy fucking girl, why don’t you touch yourself for me, hm? If I cannot be there then I might as well guide you through it. What do you say?”