Novel & Cerita What A Man Wants Book

“And maybe once you let me inside of you, I’m going to lose my fucking mind and want it again. Maybe you only want it once, but...I don’t work that way.” I hadn’t allowed myself to think about more past tonight but the idea that this man may want another night with me sets my skin ablaze. “And if I wanted it more than just once?” “How do you see that working?” “Is this about Lucas?” “This is about me. I could fuck anyone and it not mean anything. But it can’t just be sex with you. If it were, I would have fucked you two years ago that first time.” The promise of more lurks beneath his words. “So, you want to date me or something?” I try to ignore the butterflies flapping their wings in my st

I stuttered and the man only smirked. "Oh, no, sweetheart," he replied, his tone dripping with a mixture of charm and menace. "I'm not here to fix pipes; I'm here for something much more intriguing." My heart raced, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of danger emanating from him. I tried to maintain composure, despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins. "W-What do you want, then?" I asked, trying to steady my voice. "That's for me to know and for you to find out," he said cryptically, his smirk never fading. "But trust me, you're going to enjoy this little game we're about to play."

He struggled through the crowd but his bulk size wouldn’t let him walk through as easily as I did give how lithe and smallish I am. He was near the isle before he was pulled back by someone from the crowd: a woman dressed in a glittery crop top and a pair of black leather bum shorts, she was really curvy with a large ass and the breasts of three people. She had those big breasts pressing against Kelvin while he tried to wriggle free from her captivity. I didn't like her. I began to feel an intense desire to protect "my territory." I walked up to her and gave her a light tap.

“There’s your problem. Waitin’ on her. Actin’ like a lap dog, happy for scraps.” Kane stood and jammed the wire cutters in his back pocket. “See, women tell you they want a gentleman, when in reality, they want a man to take charge. Sexually speakin’.” “What?” “Hear me out. A woman wants a man who can’t keep their hands offa them. A man who can make them feel feminine, sexy and needed. Desired, but not in a way that diminishes their independence outside the bedroom.” He stared at Kane with his mouth hanging open. What’d gotten into his brother?

I didn't care if I was checking him out unabashedly. The man was hot and I was damn sure he knew it too. He looked like a fucking snack. I couldn't wait to devour his crisp white shirt that clung to his leanly muscular frame, sinfully. His shirt was neatly tucked in his slacks which he paired with black shoes I was sure would cost a fortune. He had his blazer draped over his forearm that flexed a little as he typed on his phone muttering a curse word that sounded sexy as hell. I found myself tucking my lip between my teeth, gulping.

"What do you want from me?" Men like him don't help without expecting something in return. I am sure he wants me to have sex with him. That is why he has been coming to the clubs for days now. He doesn't seem like someone based here in London. Perhaps he is here for a business deal and all he wants is to get under my skirt before going off his way. "I want you", he murmurs, more in a whisper, making cold shivers run down my spine. "I want you to be my woman", he rasps out again after a moment of silence and my stomach does a flip in anticipation.

Chloe smiled at me and looked like she was linking someone. "You sick fuck. I hope my cousin fucks you up real good. Without your fire, you are just like the rest of us, useless and clueless," he said, angry that I had come up with a sick idea. I left them in the room, knowing Chloe would do that and so much more; I hadn't walked far when I heard him release her from the bond at the top of his voice. The man cared about his dick. I am sure he plans on using it until he dies.

“Serena sighed and let herself be dragged to the healer. It’s not like she never wanted the scars to vanish, to be able to wear clothes she occasionally wanted to wear, to go out without being curiously looked at. She squashed the hope before it could grow bigger because she has been disappointed far too many times in her life. ~~~~~ “She has the book?” the man asked. “Yes she does,” a female voice answered. The man’s eyes gleamed with greed. But moments later, he punched a tree. “That wench just escaped. That...that bastard just let her go.” The woman scoffed, “Well, long ago I told you to finish him. Now, look at what he did.” He clenched his teeth. “Not again. Once I get that book. I will

My heart rate augmented, curling my toes, I didn't know how to respond before the man who could mold my life to his desires. "We can work out if you learn to control this mouth, all your deepest wishes can become a reality only if you behave. I could give you anything you want, just become mine and you will have everything." The tempting resonance tried to beckon me with riches but I didn't need money, I didn’t want anything, at least not from him. I need a normal and sane husband. That was all I wanted which he couldn’t provide. "Besides, you wouldn't prefer my harsh methods nor the punishment." My heart stopped, throbbed with a frozen body.

A man that powerful always has a shadow, and usually, that shadow is cast by the women he couldn't control. My fingers flew across the keys, the adrenaline overriding the exhaustion in my limbs. I found what I was looking for—a series of non-disclosure agreements tied to his previous "investments." He had a pattern. He didn't just want the women; he wanted their silence, their autonomy, their very essence. He was a collector of broken things. A soft thud at the window startled me. I froze, my heart leaping into my throat. My apartment was on the third floor. I crept toward the glass, pulling the curtain back an inch.