Alyssa Milano Nsfw Novels & Stories

Mark handed me a bottle of water and sat down next to me. "She's not getting out. Neither is her pretty boy." "Dylan? What about Dylan?" "The police found a drug in Alyssa's system. It's used for mind control. You can't get it on the market—it's like something out of a voodoo curse. Alyssa had been taking it long-term. It was like she was under a spell. Whenever she heard certain trigger words from the person controlling her, she'd lose it. Her emotions would spike, and she'd do things she couldn't control."

"I need you now, Alpha." Alex pushed Ashly back gently. The sight of Ashly like this knocked the breath from Alex's lungs. Ashly was beautiful. Her milky skin dampened with sweat; her boobs rose and fell with fast breaths; her pink nibbles perked against the cool air. Her long legs parted for Alex, knees bent, quivering thighs, and dripping slick exposed her leaking hole. "Alex ! Fuck me." Ashly screamed.

“If I do that… he’ll know. I’ll be ruined.” Alyssa tilted her head. “If you don’t,” she said sweetly, “I will personally ensure your ruin comes much faster.” Lionel’s hands trembled. “You wouldn’t.” She leaned in until her lips nearly brushed his ear. “I have ruined stronger men for far less.” Lionel flinched. Silence stretched. Then, with a defeated exhale, he whispered, “Fine. I’ll comply.” Alyssa smiled—beautiful, chilling. “Good. Now run along before you sweat on my floors.”

My eyes went back to the message as I read it words after words. He called me Alessia. He fucking called me Alessia not Bunny, which meant that he was dead serious. Cassiu would be coming over to fuck my senses out of my brain. As much as I dread the thought of his rough kind of sex, my stomach twisted in excitement and so was my clit. It kept dripping with wetness every damn time. I picked up my phone once again and went straight to search what kind of sex dark men are into. Reading through the options, my stomach tightened and I gulped.

Alessa yelled. “Isn't Aliyah your friend? Why will your friend lie about you?” Madam Olga asked. Alessa felt her heart shatter as she glanced at Aliyah. “I didn't do it. I didn't hurt Lily, I can't hurt anyone. You know that.” Alessa yelled at Madam Olga. “Really? An hour ago you beat a man till he was unconscious and you really can't hurt anyone? You are out of control.” Madam Olga said and Alessa scoffed again.

"I know you want me, Handsome." The burly man chuckled. His manhood feels tense, so he needs relief as soon as possible. The same hand again squeezed the girl's buttocks area, which felt supple. Alisha kissed the cheek of a man with the zodiac sign Pisces, and it was all done without any coercion because that girl had received payment from the opposite sex. “You are so naughty, Doll. You must satisfy me tonight. Watch out if I do not feel any pleasure from you. I will force you to do anything I want." "Do not worry, Massimo. I will make you feel incomparable pleasure.”

"Show us who you choose." Alyssa didn't respond verbally. Instead, she sank her teeth into Kaio's thigh as her next orgasm overcame her, causing both men to roar in satisfaction.

I was done with bondage, and I was done with men. "I might as well be a lesbian," I mused out loud in depression. "I'm sure I can find you a nice Mistress," said a voice from the hallway. I looked up to see Alyssa standing in the doorway with two glasses in her hands and wearing a fluffy bathrobe. Her hair was wet as if she had just gotten out of the shower. Her face held a slightly sad look to it, but she was still smiling. "I think I'm done with this crap now," I stated.

“You know what, I'm done with this conversation. I've had a tiring day and I've still got a long day to look forward to.” “No,” Ebsy disagreed, yanking her by the arm roughly. “We're having this conversation now.” “Don’t make me,” she warned, her tone growing serious. “You won't like that.” “Oh I bet I would. You just let him touch you— kiss you?” “Ace is my mate just in case you've forgotten,” Alyssa said. “He suspects I'm pretending to be someone else. He asked me tons of questions but yeah it's true. He thinks I'm his second chance mate—”

My fiancée is beautiful and has a steady job. She's into drones, and she joined a group chat. I hinted to her, carefully, that the people in that group weren't right, and that if anything went wrong she'd be on the hook too. Then I joined the group myself on a burner account, and saw the way Alyssa carried herself in there. Several men who were obviously close with her kept posting flirty stickers. Alyssa's voice messages came back all bashful. “Stop it! You're all married men, and you're picking on me like this!” “Next flight, let's all go camping together.” Their plan was five men and one woman, two days and one night. And a drone taking photographs at twenty-six thousand feet. Y