Carmen Berzatto X Reader Novels & Stories

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Every time their eyes met, he gave her that knowing smirk. After dinner, the parents went to bed early, exhausted from the long drive. The cabin fell quiet except for the crackling fire in the living room. Sara tried to read on the couch. Callum sat in the armchair across from her, legs spread, watching her like a predator. "You have been staring at the same page for ten minutes," he said, his voice low. "What is on your mind, Sara?" She snapped the book shut. "Nothing that concerns you."

But my wear suddenly felt too tight across the shoulder, way too warm. My fingers fidgeting, I opened the Rite book. “I exorcise thee, unclean spirit–” She arched, deliberately. The torn dress slid higher, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach, the shadow forming between her thighs revealing no undergarments. Just slick, swollen flesh catching the candle light. She was already wet and dripping, her scent filling the space which hit me. My mouth went dry. “Keep reading,” she purred. “The words make me throb. Makes me want to clench around something thick and holy.”

Attached note: “For the woman who deserves to be treated with love and pure care .Tonight. My suite. Think about my hands while you wear the perfume. -V” Elena set them on the dresser. The flower smell mixed with the perfume on her wrist, making the room feel heavier. Her nipples hardened under her top. She hated herself for the rush it gave her. Victor listened. He remembered details from one dinner that Damian forgot years ago. Damian watched her touch the petals. “See? He’s investing in you. Play along. One night and we’re set. I get my power back.” That evening, Elena sat on the bed alone while Damian took a call outside. She opened the book from Victor. Inside the cover, another short n

Samantha, the finest assassin of our pack chuckled. ** Note To The Readers- You can check out Samantha’s story in “My Assassin Mate” which is a bxg (boy loves girl) novel. You can read it if you are interested to know more for curiosity sake. However, not reading it will not disturb the flow of this story. So keep reading and enjoy ! **

_ A/N : Oh good heavens, I don't know whether to laugh or to cry about Caitrona's desire coming to an end. Okay that's a lie, I'll be doing a bonus chapter next. Why the hell won't I ? Common, Angelo Dellucci is out there, a little kid that looks exactly like both parents. Melanie skin and blue eyes. Book two of Caitrona's Desire will continue after this chapter. It's known as properly my Rookie girl and it's also a BWWM book. It's about the life of the grown up Angelo dellucci and his life. Please don't hesitate and forget to vote and leave your questions and answers in the comment box. Thanks xoxo.

and worst of all, he was my stepbrother. My name is Elena Romero, and I have always been the good girl that could do no wrong. Just a girl and her books they say, but what they didn't know was that those books housed my dark fantasies, dragging me into a world so forbidden that it left me craving for what I shouldn't have. And I would have gotten away with it, my fantasies would have remained fantasies, but everything changed when mother forced me to pack up and leave Italy with her. She had fallen in love with Butch, a handsome man in his sixties, and he lived in Chicago with his son, Frederick.

The story was so vivid, so real, that she could feel the heat radiating from the page, smell the stale beer and cheap perfume of the club. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the narrative wash over her. She was there, sitting in the booth, watching him. She felt the tension building, the air thick with unspoken words. She wanted to reach out, to touch him, to feel the same electric connection. The writer’s voice was hypnotic, a siren’s call that drew her in deeper. She was no longer just reading; she was experiencing. She was living the story. Her body began to react on its own accord. A dull throb started between her legs, a familiar ache that she had been ignoring for too long. She

" Carmen was back, resting her hand on Damien's shoulder so she could lean over and peer into the magazine. “Let's see. oh those are very simple—she discarded the page he and Theresa were studying and turned a few pages. others — Look at this one! Isn't it stunning? He looked at the photo. "Why is everything stuck in those frilly things?" It looks like a mosquito net! Carmen's hand tightened on her shoulder. Rolling her eyes, she said to Theresa: "Men... They don't have good taste in that sort of thing." Using Damien's shoulder for support, and giving another squeeze, the flight attendant straightened. “That calls for champagne. I will be back in a moment.

Yeah, I have Sam in my life, too. I met Ben at a book club I reluctantly joined courtesy of my partner in crime, Joanna. Well, she had told me some male writers might look nerdy but like to try out the kinky stuff in their wild imagination. So, Benson is a perfect example. Let’s say I am his lab rat, or should I say smut story rat. And I have been subjected to reading every single thing we have done together in one of his smut books. I’m like the main character in his book. You might find it offensive, but I love it! I have consent, though, cause it’s exciting. I love weird and wild sexual things.