Black Widow Scene Novels & Stories

But it turned out to be Gito and Tina—Gito naked with his slightly pot-bellied body on top, Tina underneath with her sweet black skin glistening with sweat, their sighs full of passion. Lidya covered her mouth with her hand to keep from screaming—her eyes wide with shock, but quickly turning into a sly smile, 'Not Leon and Sonya? Oh oh oh. So it's Gito and the maid? Wow, this is even better! A new weapon to blackmail Mr Gito.' Then, happily, she began recording it to use later as a weapon to blackmail Gito—holding her mobile phone steady, zooming in.

Mistress Hawthorne picks up the remote control and presses a certain button on the large screen in front of us. A man and a woman appear on the screen, their bodies naked and intertwined in sex. The woman let out an intense moan that made my body become tingly and bone chilling. There were stereos playing in all four corners of the roof, and clear, lustful moans surrounded our ears. Some of the girls who were easily shy covered their ears. The she-wolf standing next to her slapped her hand away hard, forcing her to have to listen carefully. Besides Mistress Hawthorne, there were ten she-wolves corresponding to ten girls. Beside each girl stood a serious she-wolf as a supervisor.

Theresa wheezed, rushing over to kneel beside me with her soft hands moving comfortingly inside my hair. I gasped, tears filling my vision as I scrambled away from the woman who towered above me like a wraith, her narrowed hazel eyes and long blonde hair billowed around her shoulders like waterfalls. “Listen to me, Elizabeth Milkhart, because I will only repeat this over your grave.” Cassandra Blackwood hissed, pointing one crooked black claw at me as a scream lodged in my throat.

I then step back and bow to Marcus. "She is all yours your highness, you can do as you please!" I smile again as Scarlett pales and pleas "Please don't! Silas? Wrath? Please don't let him..." She starts to struggle as Marcus approaches her, grabs her hips, stills them, and then makes her wrap her legs around his waist as he thrusts forward hard, entering her. She holds back her scream as he forces her back harder into the bedpost and he continues his hard and fast thrusts. I don't miss the moment Scarlett realises I am not going to help her and allows her defiance to surface, showing that the wolfsbane has now worn off.

As the SUV pulled away, Genevieve stood alone for a moment, the echoes of laughter in the park still ringing in her ears. ---- Later that evening, she arrived at Ravenhurst Lane for the Widow's Club meeting. She didn't feel the how she felt when she first arrived there, she felt calmer. All fourteen women were present, seated around the long table. The air was heavy with perfume, ambition, and something darker. One by one, reports were given by each widow. Some contained reports of seduction, others contained how they used the children of their clients against them, and the rest contained how they stole incriminating videos and documents and used them to blackmail their clients.

he whispered, his voice hoarse, barely audible over the sound of his own ragged breathing. Asha didn't respond. Tears streamed silently down her face, her eyes distant as she remained paralyzed by the shock of what had just happened. She seemed frozen, struggling to process the violence that had unfolded in front of her. Raghav's eyes scanned her face for any sign of injury, his heart still racing in fear. Then he noticed it-a thin streak of blood on her neck, barely visible against her skin. His fingers gently lifted her chin, and now he saw it clearly. A shallow cut where the thug's knife had grazed her, a thin line of blood slowly trickling down.

When I had opened the door wide enough, I poked my head through, only to see a horrific sight before my eyes. This is where all f*cks I had to give went out of the window. This is where I no longer cared about making noise. This is where, I truly winged my reaction. On the bed laid Alessandro Petrov in all of his glory, with a woman on top of him, mid bounce on his d*ck. I did not waste a second. I turned on the light on full blast so that there is no way they could be able to hide their shame. As the bright lights filled the room, I heard the mystery woman gasp out loud and then proceeded to frantically get off of Alessandro to cover herself.

Mid-way through the movie, the two are sobbing dramatically. Hayden opens the front door and hears crying, and he's immediately on alert. His wolf surfaces immediately in defence of his Alpha. Slowly prowling into the living room, he creeps up behind Scott and quickly grabs him in a chokehold, squeezing hard. Avery stops crying for a second out of shock, her eyes wide and her mouth open, as she leaps up. "Let him go!" She quickly shrieks, going to stand behind Hayden and trying to tug him away from her friend.

“Let’s just... let’s just watch something. Distract ourselves from the fact that we’re roasting alive.” We ended up side by side on the rug, our shoulders not quite touching, but close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off her. We found some indie movie—one of those slow, artsy things where nobody talks much. About forty minutes in, the two female leads ended up in a bedroom. The scene was long, quiet, and incredibly graphic. They started kissing, and you could hear the sound of it over the low hum of the TV.

"The security droids are idling. The loop is holding, but the core processor is starting to purge the memory. You have three minutes before the house wakes up." "I don't need three minutes," Dante replied. I heard the muffled thud of a flash-bang from the floor above, followed by the rhythmic, clinical pop-pop of his suppressed .45s. He wasn't auditing; he was clearing the ledger. I reached the server vault a chamber of pulsing crimson light that looked like the interior of a heart. And there, sitting in a high-backed chair of spun glass, was the discrepancy I had been hunting. The Widow. She didn't look like a ghost. She looked like a queen in exile. Her hair was a shock of silver, pulled b