Bbw Margot Novels & Stories

Margot smirked, the corners of her lips curling with cruel amusement. Layla shook her head slowly, disbelief clouding her face. “I can’t just marry someone I don’t know. And I have a child to take care of. Please, Mother, reconsider…” Margot suddenly burst into laughter, loud and mocking. “Oh, don’t act so dramatic. Who do you think you are? Nobody’s asking you to fall in love. Just do it, and the problem will go away.” Her laughter faded, but the mockery in her eyes deepened. “You’ll get rich once you marry him. You can even take care of your daughter secretly. Then, when you’ve had enough, divorce him. A loose girl like you can’t stay married for long anyway.”

"We all need time to grieve and to understand what happened. The pack will be fine for a few more days." Garrett looked between us, clearly unhappy but unwilling to push further. With a curt nod, he left the office, closing the door harder than necessary. As soon as he was gone, Margot turned to me, her eyes shining with what I realized was desire. "You were so strong just now," she purred, pressing against me. "So commanding. Let me help you relax, take your mind off things for a while..." Her hands wandered, her intentions clear. But instead of desire, all I felt was a wave of hate. How could she think of sex at a time like this?

Piece by piece, she filled the box with belongings until it was overflowing. Once it was full, she carried the box and walked out. Not long after, the blaze outside caught Joey and Charles’s attention. Noticing something was amiss, they both rose from their seats and stepped outside, only to see Margot standing before a large fire pit, throwing items into the roaring flames. Their hearts sank. “What are you doing, Gigi?” Joey demanded, his voice tight with alarm. Margot didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she picked up a veil from the box and held it up, her gaze fixed on Joey.

"I'm so glad you were here, James. Otherwise, it would've been so embarrassing for me." Margot was so determined to let that disgraced heiress Elizabeth Liang witness the drastic difference between them that she didn't care about anything else. Thinking back on it though, it was kind of scary. She was wearing a miniskirt today. If it weren't for James's lightning reflexes, she would've been on the ground, and that would've been ugly. Although Margot shuddered at the thought, she still couldn't help but feel overjoyed. Her James was attractive, smart, and even so athletic. He really was the hottest guy in the world!

- I'll take care of him – Margot doesn't seem surprised – Soon. I finish placing the balls on the table. She's next to me, her hip propped against the pool table. Margot slides her red-painted fingernails down her lap, urging me to look at her cleavage. I keep my eyes on his face. - Then I will do my job – I say – Soon. - What if I want another type of service now? His voice is nothing more than a whisper. Margot tries to put her hand over my face, but I grab her wrist. I prefer to believe that she is not stupid enough to try to pay me in sex.

We weren’t friends, but we weren’t enemies either. Margaret was wearing a chartreuse gown embroidered with lily pads. The Beta’s wife’s name is Lily. Margaret has striking features. Her skin is the color of a summer elk. Her hair falling around her face in large chestnut brown ringlets. She has almond shaped chocolate brown eyes. “All these girls talking like they never heard the Epic of Cordelia.” Margaret quietly and snarkily said. “Right? A slave mating to the Kingdom of the Moon is a death sentence.” I responded dryly.

"Since when, exactly?" Before Portia could scream another lie, Barnabas turned on her. "I said that is enough!" Margot moved like a snake, placing a firm, controlling hand on Portia’s shoulder. She looked at me with a fake, pitying smile. "Don’t waste your energy on a girl like this, Portia. She’s beneath us. She's just looking for a payout." "You might be right," I said, my voice cutting through Margot's fake sweetness. "But let her talk. I want her to enjoy her big night."

“Who knew the princess could finish, huh?” When I finally get to my apartment, all I want to do is down five bottles of Scotch and smash each one after. Instead, I walk straight into Margot. Her hair’s in a slick ponytail. She’s in a nightgown that leaves nothing to the imagination — and looks dangerously like the one Becca wore last Halloween. I see red. “Get out.”

"Did you enjoy the show?" My voice was smooth, laced with mockery. Margot was silent for a moment, her chest rising and falling with controlled breaths. Then, she let out a slow exhale before spitting out, "You're even more pathetic than I thought. That boy is nothing more than a sex toy. A little willing bitch for you to use." My jaw clenched at her words. Without thinking, my hand shot out, wrapping tightly around her throat. Her eyes widened, but she didn't flinch. Instead, she smirked, as if she had expected this reaction.

My eyes rarely left the Astor table. ​I hadn’t appreciated Margot’s dress before. Dressed in a white beaded corset gown, my eyes immediately were drawn to her pale skin between her rounded breasts. While I had enjoyed my drink earlier in the night, it was just a random woman from the Registry and I couldn’t stop replaying the shock she displayed in catching me in my feast. Perhaps it was bad luck to catch your husband with his fingers in another woman. Regardless, we all had needs. I would have to train her to take care of mine. The thought brought pleasant ideas to my head and I spent the next twenty minutes figuring out ways to get her accustomed to my feeding and fucking habits.