Carlos Oliveira X Reader Novels & Stories

This is an extended version. Carlos stares at the screen. Unmoving. Face pale. I lower my voice. “She’s not who you think she is.” He finally looks at me, his voice cracking. “I thought she loved me.” “She’s obsessed with you,” I say gently. “There’s a difference.” Carlos looks back at the board. I can see it—the collapse.I show him more photos. Lina in dark clothes, meeting with a hooded figure in an alley. A USB drive passed. A brown envelope handed over in return.

“You're making me feel uncomfortable, Olivia. I think you're still drunk.” “I’m not drunk!” She said looking at my dick with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. And before I could say anything else, she had continued her caresses, touching me almost reverently and I, placing a hand on top of hers, showed her how I liked to masturbate. I groaned with pleasure when she squeezed when she reached the base, and I pulled her close to kiss her with abandon with my hands in her hair and pressing her against me to feel her skin against mine for completely.

Carlos, Elena's ex-fling and secret admirer, was the one who had attacked her. Rio had sought out Carlos, threatening to expose him as the true culprit behind the attack. He had blackmailed him into revealing his connection with Elena and why he had tried to kill her. Carlos confessed that he had been Elena's ex-girlfriend, and even though their relationship was short-lived, he couldn't bear the thought of her being with another man. He had hoped that if he couldn't have her, then no one could. And so, he had resorted to trying to kill her.

She put her hand back in her pocket and suddenly bumped into the small book inside. She took it out and looked at it, noticed the signature on the back cover, and immediately remembered what happened this afternoon. Seeing this, Olive turned out her mobile phone and opened the web page to enter the words "Leo". She wanted to find out exactly what Leo does so that the signature had a place to go. Otherwise, it seemed strange to always have a book signed by someone else. As soon as Olive pressed the search button, the light beside her dimmed. Without clearly reading the contents, Olive looked up and noticed that Liam's figure appeared in the field of vision.

Champagne forgotten on the nightstand, but he poured it now, handing her a flute mid-recovery. 'To truths,' he murmured, clinking glasses. Lexi sipped, body humming, but questions resurfaced. 'Tell me about her. Elena. The affair.' Carlos leaned back, tracing lazy circles on her thigh. 'She was fire—danced like you, but surrendered faster. Nights here, on this bed. I'd strip her bare, fuck her slow then hard, her moans echoing off these windows.' His hand slid higher, fingers dipping into her cum-filled pussy, stirring the mess.

“I have the phone, but it's damaged.“ Carlos took it out of his jacket and handed it over to us. “The phone surely knocked on the ground when he fell.“ “Great. Freaking. Horrible!“ Miss Olivia muttered, throwing the phone away. Hello, my reader, who is dead? Okay, the real question is, is someone really dead? If you think so, let me know in the comment section. Enjoy reading, and don't forget to follow me on F******k and I*******m at Rachel M Nyambu, since soon I'll start rewarding my diehard readers who are always voting, answering my questions, and leaving reviews for my book.

A sharp, icy silver that sent shivers down my spine. “Roman…” I whispered, but it was already too late. I couldn't even move because I felt too weak. I was afraid for Carlos. I could smell the bloodlust oozing from Roman. The killer intent. My heart hit heavily against my chest yet my body refused to cooperate. “Arla…” I called for her weakly. I needed her to stop them because I couldn't. Not in this state at least. Carlos was an omega. He didn't stand any chance against Roman. I could smell the disaster from that was about to occur in a few seconds.

His hard cock hits all the right spots against my clit, each movement blowing my mind making it hard for me to be coherent. My head falls back as he brings me to a mindblowing orgasm, sucking my nipples and slapping my ass as my body quivers in satisfaction while Oliver shoots his load into me. Our deep breaths sync together as we collapse into a sweaty heap, limbs tangled together, not wanting to let go. “You know I’m not finished with you, right?” He growls, his voice deep and rough, unlike what I’m used to. I pull back a little, peeking up at him, only to find that Oliver’s blue-green eyes have changed to dark blazing gold.

“ So who might be that man that you brought back home?“ She then asked quickly it annoyance as he saw the reflection of oliver that is just standing behind Carmela, who is his sister. Carlos Alkanza, a man that no one can even dare go against. The very person that have a mysterious background and the face of the public. A person that have too many secrets for you to uncover but even so, the fact that he is overly obsessed on his sister is something that you can never deny. The moment he turn his face to Carmela and Oliver's side, Oliver's attention was caught with the earrings that is hanging on the ears of this person. 'That look something similar… it is as if i already seen that kind of e

He circled Xavier slowly, shaking his head as though disappointed in a pet. “Unseal his mouth,” he commanded. “I want to hear him scream. Beg in tears. That’s the fun part.” The guards obeyed without hesitation, ripping the seal away from Xavier’s mouth. He gasped and screamed, his voice raw and frantic. Carlos picked up a pair of pliers, clicking them menacingly. Xavier flinched, his eyes darting to the cold metal, his heart hammering. Every step Carlos took felt heavier than the last. “Let’s start with your dick. Shall we?” Carlos said, his tone casual, almost playful.