What A Man Wants Book Novels & Stories

Then he tilted his head slightly, still holding me effortlessly against the wall. “And why not?” he asked calmly, his voice dropping just a little. “You’re reading it.” “I’m not— I mean— it’s just a book—” I rushed out, flustered now. But he didn’t look convinced. Instead, his gaze flicked back to the page again. “You read about men like this,” he said slowly. “Men who don’t hesitate. Men who take what they want without asking.” My breathing tightened. “That’s not—” “And you enjoy it,” he finished quietly.

I'm terrified that that woman could be me, especially as his presence in my life every single day is becoming more prominent. He would leave once I gave him what he wanted. But what about me? What about what I want? What do I even want? I can't just let a man use me to satisfy his desires. I'm not a whore.

I’m not sure how far my fear will take me at this point. "Are you sure you didn’t like what I did, or maybe you're looking for my touch because no one can make you feel that way, because I am the first man you got laid off—" "You're terrible man, you think everything can be solved by a sexual encounter?" "All woman want that, and most woman is dying, just to be in your place!" I can't believe that this man has this kind of attitude.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

“Here’s what I think, Lila. Your body learned very early that desire equals danger. So it built a wall. The wall is sophisticated; it lets you perform, it lets you caretake your partner’s pleasure, but it will not let you fall. When you’re alone, the wall comes down because there’s no risk of abandonment or judgment. When someone else is there, it slams shut.” I stared at him, throat tight. “Does that feel true?” he asked. “Yes,” I managed. He nodded. “Then we have work to do.” I laughed wetly. “You’re not… shocked?” “I’ve heard every flavor of desire there is,” he said. “What shocks me is how much suffering people endure to avoid saying it out loud.” He stood, walked to a low cabinet, and t

The combination of the two garments created a striking contrast, exuding confidence and sophistication. I couldn't help but like it. But fuck. How the hell am I supposed to pay him for this, for God's sake? Is he out of his mind? I pushed the thought aside and gathered my composure. They were probably waiting for me. As I approached our table, I noticed a man standing there engaged in conversation with Isaac. From behind, he exuded a sense of handsomeness, with his broad shoulders and well-fitted suit. His hair was neatly styled.

I asked, annoyed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to. I was looking for you. I was here earlier, but you weren’t in. I came to see if you were back.” “I went out. Today is Sunday. You did say it was my free day to go anywhere I wanted, right?” “Yes, of course,” he sounded embarrassed. “I didn’t come to tell you to work, I came to ask you about a book.” “A book?” “Yeah, the book, Merchant Of Venice. Gran has been asking for it all afternoon. It’s her favorite. I came to ask if you had seen it.”

he admits and then pounces on me, making me shriek in real horror… until I feel his big, warm body on top of me. “You said you don’t want to fuck, but could I convince you of something else?” He asks with a naughty grin. I wish I could be a bad bitch and deny him, keep making him work for it… but I’m not a bad bitch. I’m weak and I’m stupid and, most of all, I’m sick in the head. Having a man wanting me is my favorite thing. It’s all I want. I know it sounds awful and I hate myself because of it, but it’s true.

"Hey, what book is this?" The man who was focusing with the microscope lens finally lifted his face, "Isn't there a title there?" "Yeah I know, but about what? I've never heard of Aima before. Is this a book about sexuality? A porn book?" asked Gail happily. This man rolled his eyes, "Seriously, if you are looking for a book like that you can find it at Night Flowers," he said. "Then?" The old man straightened his stiff body then pushed his wheelchair and turned to face Gail. "This is a book about a lost history," he said.

I want you Janelle, I really want you", he panted, as he slurred his words. He was heavy with desire for her and he was tired of jerking off, because it never brings him the total and complete male satisfaction he wants. He just could not wait to be in her hot, slicky core. He could not wait to have her watch him as he plungs his hard and big cock into her snug channel. He watched the expression on her face, it wasn't one of joy from hearing a man tell you how much he wants a lady and the effect the woman has on him. The expression on her face was that of fear, she was fucking afraid and moreso shocked at what he said. It was pleasant to hear, but fuck!!!, the man does not know that she has