Black Widow Scene Novels & Stories

Nathaniel's Pov Marcus called me at six in the morning and the first thing he said was turn on the news and I picked up the remote and turned on the television and watched for about thirty seconds before I understood what I was looking at. The headline across the bottom of the screen said HARROW SCANDAL: WAS VICTIM CARRYING DEAD MAN'S CHILD? I sat down on the edge of the bed. The anchor was talking and the words came out in a steady stream and I caught most of them even though part of my brain had gone very still.

Then a dirty scene appeared on the screen. A naked man and woman appeared on the screen. The scene of her being played by Oscar was replayed bit by bit, which was really unsightly. Every part of her body was exposed, and there were even all kinds of disgusting copulation positions. Even when she had passed out or when she was tied up, she was forced to do all kinds of triggering actions. "Ah!" It was too terrifying. Liya covered her eyes and screamed in pain. She didn't dare to watch any longer.

Before she walked away, she paused, her hand on my shoulder. "And Angie? That man who appeared tonight? Whatever he is, whatever he wants..." She leaned down, her lips close to my ear. "He's not the first old ghost to come knocking on this family's door. And he won't be the last. But he will learn that the Black Widow pack doesn't bow to shadows." She straightened, and for just a moment, I saw the wolf beneath the woman. "Neither do you," she said. "Never forget that." She walked back toward the cake table, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the journal Malcolm had set aside.

Edward seized the opportunity, his jaws clamping down on the werewolf's exposed throat, teeth sinking into flesh. A guttural growl reverberated through the room, a primal cry of victory and survival. Edward's grip tightened, his strength unyielding as he held the werewolf in a vice-like grip. The room fell silent, save for the sound of labored breaths and the faint echo of their struggle. Olivia's body trembled, her gaze locked on Edward as he released the defeated werewolf. The creature slumped to the ground, its breaths shallow and ragged. The battle was over, the room now filled with an eerie stillness that matched the weight in Olivia's heart.

She walked openly, her head held high, the phantom weight of Adrian Cross finally, completely banished from her shoulders. Near the center of the room, on one of the raised, velvet-draped platforms, a crowd had gathered to watch a scene. Lena approached the edge of the platform, raising her camera slightly to rest it against her chest. A suspension rig had been erected. A Dominant, a tall, striking woman with silver hair pulled back into a severe braid, was meticulously weaving thick, deep-purple Shibari silk ropes around the torso of her submissive. The submissive, a younger man with his eyes closed in a state of euphoric subspace, was breathing in slow, ragged, trusting gasps.

My mind was racing, and I could not help but imagine taking off all the pesky layers of clothes between me and her. My hands seemed to have a mind of their own. They found the softness of Vonn’s sweater as she leaned into me, trusting and gentle. The fullness of her chest drew me in again. I could not help but fondle the large and pale beauties. Vonn let out a soft sigh, a mix of hesitation and excitement in her eyes. I swallowed a mouthful of saliva, staring at the heavy pair in front of me as I leaned down. The delicate softness on my tongue stirred something deep inside me, and Vonn let out an uncontrollable moan.

Now I am looking at the Capo Matteo, the one they call ‘Il Diavolo’ (The Devil), not the fun-loving Matt of 5 seconds ago. “Secondly, you agreed, I didn’t force you, that was our deal, remember? You want out? Tell YOUR family the fucking truth, but punch me again, and I will force you out to use your ‘other’ assets to my advantage, black widow. Don’t forget my generosity and affection have their limits.” He threatens, but I just laugh in his face.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, though she tried to look away. In the shadows, I leaned back, lips curling into a wicked smirk. She didn’t realize I was watching her far more intently than the stage. Every flicker of shock, every shiver of hesitation, I savored it. This was the feeling I wanted. How it felt to break them the first time. Frozen, she bore witness to a scene she could never have imagined, unfolding right before her. The woman then sank gracefully to her knees before the man. A metallic clink followed as he tugged lightly on the chain fastened to her collar, drawing her closer. Scarlett’s lips parted in a sharp inhale, realization dawning across her features.

"And if you listen, you'll get to finish all over this big c*ck of yours. If you don't, you will have to wait until we get home tonight to finish. Do you understand?" "Yes." "Good. Now, spread your legs, lean over my desk and put your hands behind your back." I did as he said, loving how he told me what to do. Especially in this scene where I would have allowed my overactive mind to dismantle my focus and make it hard for me to be in the moment. "Lock your fingers together," he purred. Once I did, he continued. "I'm going to grab the end of your braid and hold onto your hands. Is that okay?"

Karla: I had been called to this huge mansion by some warriors to attend a meeting. In fact, I had already been paid a generous amount just to come here. So why wouldn't I go? I was Yuvonne’s mother, a mother-in-law of an alpha too. I rushed to the location, and there stood a woman named Rosetta. She was a widow. The Black Widow, in fact. The one who supposedly ate up her mates. Her husband would just die. She was simply that unlucky.