Why Don't You Take What You Want From Me Novels & Stories

Especially when am so curious of what her reply would be. "What's mine, of course. I have the money and everything so if actually I want what belongs to someone else, I can obviously acquire triple of it just by the snap of a finger. So tell me, why the hell would I want what belongs to someone else?"she stared at me at me as if I were the most crazy person on earth.

“Don’t be dramatic.” “Dramatic?” My voice broke. “I waited for you……” “I never asked you to.” The words hit me like a slap. “No,” I whispered. “You never asked for anything anymore, do you? You just take and take….” “Take what?” He turned to face me and I almost wished he hadn’t. “What exactly am I taking from you?” “Everything. My heart, my hope, my reason for existing. Did you ever love me?” The question ripped out before I could stop it. “Or…. was I….just convenient…..”

A reckless part of me wanted to close the distance between us, to grind against him, to lose myself in the fire I knew would consume us both. But then he smiled, that same infuriating, cocky sneer, and the spell was broken. I pushed against his chest, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, but he held me fast, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my waist. I could feel my pussy clench, aching with a need I didn't want to acknowledge. "I told you," he said, his voice low and rough. "You can't walk on your own. I'm taking you home, Ava. End of discussion."

" Tell me what do you think I want from you " " Please let him go ,I promise I will give you what ever you want " " You know it's very funny how this feeling of a thing works , You love someone and they don't love you in return , Why does you don't love are busy killing themselves on your behalf funny right "

"Sharing your life with someone else. Never being fully yourself in any situation." He set down his fork. "That's a very specific question." "I'm a very specific person." "Are you asking me something, Celeste?" I met his eyes. "I'm asking if you ever want something that's just yours. Not shared. Not negotiated. Just yours." The silence stretched. He didn't look away. "Yes," he said finally. "I want that. Every day." "Then why don't you take it?" "Because taking what I want would hurt someone I care about. And I'm not willing to do that."

Because this shouldn't be normal to deliberately deny yourself of something you want so much for reasons you put in place by yourself. "Because I'd rather have you this way, than not have you at all."

"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice rough. "Giving you what you really want." I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra with deliberate slowness, letting it fall away. My breasts spilled free—full, heavy, my nipples hardening in the cool air of the room. "You don't actually want money, Marcus. If you did, you would have just taken it. You want control. You want power. You want to feel like you own me."

"What do you mean nothing? This is what you have always wanted. Why are you doing this to me?" "What am I doing to you? You can't be that desperate for me to slide in between the legs of a lady. Get a grip of yourself." "You don't get it, do you? I feel a strong attraction to her. It's not something that I can resist or endure anymore. Please,just make it happen. I never gave you my full support with all the other ladies you have been sliding into their vaginas. Just this one person that I asked of you, but you are hell bent on not letting me have her."

My older brother was always my parents' favorite child. Victor had been sickly since birth, and from the time we were little, I was expected to absorb every misfortune meant for him. When his kidneys failed, my parents took one of mine and gave it to him. By then, my own body was already failing, yet when I begged them to treat me a little better, they only glared at me and cursed. "If you hadn't taken everything from your brother in the womb, why would he have suffered all these years? You owe this family. Pay it back." With untreated kidney disease worsening inside me, I died after Victor deliberately locked me inside his basement. It was painful, and it was bitter. But this life.

I don't know why you risk so much, I don't know why you want to get into trouble I don't understand it. Yesterday while I was up all night, I wondered over and over again, why me? Why not another one?. . . There are so many women his age in the world, there are so many that I have no doubt they want to be with him. They can give him what he wants so much, they can do what he wants them to do. I don't understand why you're asking me to do that, having all of them at your immediate disposal. Being with them is legal and you can say 'right', but being with me is not.