My Tycoon Temptation

This uncontrollable desire for Joshua

Cassie’s POV

I didn’t see Joshua for a week after that night.

After that wild weekend, it was Monday, and I had to go to college, so I had a busy week with schoolwork. I was studying law, and I actually liked the course. I’d dreamed of being a lawyer since I was little, and when I grew up and finished high school, I immediately enrolled in the program.

My parents always supported and encouraged me to follow my dreams, even if it meant I couldn’t live near them anymore since the college was in another city. They were always supportive, paying for my apartment expenses and school fees—college wasn’t cheap.

I was in the classroom, finishing an essay the professor had assigned. I’m very strict and hardworking with my studies, always making sure everything was done so I wouldn’t run into any problems. It was my way of thanking my parents for trying so hard to give me a better future—a future different from theirs, because I came from a humble family that never had much, just the basics to survive.

I was so focused on what I was doing that I didn’t notice Mark approaching me.

"Hi, kitten. Class isn’t over, is it?" he said, sitting down at the table in front of me. I sighed, glancing at him before returning to my essay.

"I’m finishing the essay," I replied without much interest.

"Oh yeah, I forgot you’re the studious girl," he said with a scornful laugh. Mark was always scornful. He was about my age and in his sophomore year studying business. Ever since we met, he’d stop by my classroom to talk to me after class. He was handsome and interesting, but we’d never gone beyond simple kissing and cuddling when we went to parties together.

Unlike me, Mark came from a wealthy family and lived with his mother because his parents had separated some time ago. I once asked him about his relationship with his father, and he didn’t respond, suggesting he felt uncomfortable talking about it. Maybe he hadn’t yet gotten over his parents’ separation. Beckie, my best friend, said Mark was into me and wanted me as his girlfriend.

"What guy in the 21st century leaves his chores to walk a girl home every day after school? It’s obvious he has feelings for you, my friend," she’d said.

I thought Mark’s gesture was cute, and I could even see myself becoming his girlfriend, but I wasn’t in the mood to date or get seriously involved with any man. I was more focused on getting good grades than on boys who might one day hurt me. That didn’t mean I wasn’t attracted to Mark, though.

When Beckie and I got home last Saturday morning, Joshua and his friends were kind enough to put us in a car and order the driver to take us home. We were so tired, drunk, and high that we even slept without showering.

That night with Joshua and his friends had been so intense that our bodies ached all over the next day. I mean, that first f**k with Joshua was just the beginning of the night.

The guys must have slipped some aphrodisiac into the drinks, because after my first orgasm, it wasn’t long before I was ready to be f****d again. There was a point in the night when I wanted them all to take me at once. I just wanted to give in every way possible and relieve myself.

Likewise, I remember the four men joining the three women on the bed, taking turns f*****g us as much as they wanted. There was so much desire and lust that night that even now, thinking about it, I feel a flutter in my groin.

But after that night, Joshua didn’t contact me for a week. I blamed myself for being silly and not getting his phone number so I could reach out to him, but I also knew that if Joshua wanted to see me, he’d find a way to track me down.

That made me think he didn’t want to see me again—if he did, he would’ve called by now. But I couldn’t blame him too much either; we’d only spent one night together. It wasn’t like he’d promised me anything. So why was I so upset that he hadn’t looked for me? Did I really want to see him again?

I actually did want to see him again. God, I couldn’t wait to see him again. Every night when I laid my head on the pillow to sleep, I thought of him—his possessive touch on my body, how he f****d me like no man ever had before. So, I’d slip my fingers down to my private parts and rub them there alone to relieve myself, imagining him doing it to me.

The truth was, I was bursting with desire for him and wanted to find a man soon who could f**k me as well as Joshua had that night. He wasn’t looking for me, so I couldn’t wait any longer—especially with Mark making out with me. I looked at the guy in front of me more closely.

He was kind of blond, handsome, with light eyes and a pretty face. He was actually my type, and according to Beckie, he was so into me. I couldn’t wait to be in the arms of a man who’d f**k me the way I craved. I smirked and set my pen down on my notebook.

"Why? Do you have a better idea to suggest?"