Bottom Scaramouche Novels & Stories

My father and Noah both laughed. “Shut up,” Scar growled. “The truth hurts, princess,” Ad remarked with a smirk on his face. Scar ran to him and punched him, and I struggled with my confines. Scar ripped his shirt off and tossed it to the ground. His eight-pack abs and muscular back were on display. He wasn’t as attractive as Nicolas, but he was nonetheless appealing. What got my attention was his body was littered with marks. Same as Nicolas. And I know who did it.

Scott-cat growls and me and I growl back. “What is your damage?” Eliza asks, taking the bottle of wine from me. “On second thought, I don’t want to know. What I do want to know is how you’re going to get that fucking dingus brother of yours to remove the violations. We can’t open again until they’re clear.” “He’ll remove them, I’m sure…once he has opposable thumbs again.” “What the hell are you talking about?” I sweep my hand out at Scott-Cat, who hisses and growls and makes a move to jump off the counter but stops. He’s not used to walking on four legs.

Scott chuckled mischievously, his expression filled with mockery. He looked at Cameron like the young man was a joke. Cameron was immediately dumbfounded by the request. What the heck was going on? Scott wanted him to get on the ground and lick the bottom of his boots? Why did it sound like Scott was humiliating him? All at once, he was stunned and not sure as to what to do next. Noticing that Cameron had yet to take action, Scott narrowed his eyes and there was a cold glint in his gaze. Exuding ferocity, he stared straight at Cameron. “What’s the matter? You don’t want to do it?”

Green’s office. Soren is thrown to his knees as if he were a sack of tomatoes, and when he lifts his head, his eyes widen when he sees that it's not Mr. Green that sits behind the desk; rather, he stands behind the Bigger Boss, the one Soren was sold to, Mr. Scar, answering to the name because of the large scar that runs over his left eye. “M-Mr. Scar,” Soren shudders, his heart hammering because nothing good ever happens when the alpha shows up at the club.

Most of the vials on the table were wolfsbane . " It's on your face too . Interesting . You're not dumb , yet you're still weak . Where does that get you ? Nowhere . " Jace looks extremely uncomfortable , his hands must be on fire right now . But he continues mutilating Scar man's face , who is screaming at this point . " Stop . I'm sorry . I didn't mean to " He whimpers desperately . " Didn't mean to what ? " Jace asks calmly as he grabs Scar man's hand and with a swift upward movement , dislocates the wrist joint and rips off his hand a second later .

He sighted an old man sitting alone on a bench. "Come with me.” Scorpion instructed his goons. They got to the old man and Scorpion ordered one of his men to hit him and he did. The man groaned in pains. "What do you want from me?” He cried out. Scorpio nodded at his goons and they started throwing punches at the old man. He tried to dodge the blows but he was too weak. His loud cries attracted Speedy’s attention and he watched scorpion's men beating up an old mam.

“Haha! He got jokes! Let's see if you will find this funny after I, scorpion, make you lose a tooth or all of them.” Letting out a sigh, Rome slightly drew his left foot behind, balanced himself, and said, “Let's dance.” While gazing at the monitor, Brook’s jaw hung loose, Scar’s eyes widened, and Blaze stared blankly at the screen as they watched Rome beat up all five men without getting hit once. Spitting his teeth on the ground, Scorpion stared at all four of them, laying in the bloody dirty before gazing at Rome with fear in his eyes. “Who are you?” Scorpion cried out.

But he only smirked at me. His hand rubbed my thigh again, fingers brushing my underwear. He slipped under the waistband, trailing along my skin. I tried to keep my face composed, pretending everything was normal while Damon tortured me under the table. Then—clatter—Scott’s spoon hit the floor with a noisy crash. “Oops! Silly me,” she said, bowing to pick it up. I took the opportunity to pull Damon’s hand away again. But he wouldn’t let go. “What…!”

"I want to go on top." Happy to oblige, Damon laid back and helped Scar on top of him. She positioned her thighs on either side of his hips, and she lowered herself down onto his cock. He speared her, and she threw her head back in a throaty moan, revealing the column of her throat as she sank down onto him fully. She took his full, thick length easily after months of training her for his size, and now Scar rode his cock eagerly, grinding her hips against against him.