Catwoman Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She shouldn’t have to suffer because of the dangerous world I’m part of. My thoughts drift back to Caterina. How could I possibly consider involving her in this life? She’s so much younger than me. Could I trust her to keep my secrets or follow my commands for her own safety? Opening myself up to her feels risky, especially given my past experiences. I’ve trusted only one other woman before, and it ended badly. The idea of Caterina being pregnant terrifies me, a nightmare I fear becoming reality. Yet, the desire to claim her, to make her mine, burns intensely within me.

’ Fawn screams. Catherine kneels on my stomach and immobilizes me. She wipes Bruno’s blood on my shirt and smiles wickedly. “You know, I fought for so many years to be with Jaden, to make him see me as a woman. We shared a bed so many times and he never even dared to touch me. But then you came… like a curse from the water and took him from my grasp forever. My parents and I were sure he would be mine, and you ruined everything. I never liked you, always hated you and wanted you dead, but you’re alive and he never left you alone. I had only one choice...” She runs the blade across my arm, and I groan in pain. “I had to get rid of you…”

Hugo and Luca went instantly stiff by her side and Caterina felt a hot rage pouring down her veins. “I don’t think he will change his track record. He will get bored of her and then his pet dog will get his fill and then she will flaunt her bags all over the social media for a while before they both throw her out”. Caterina held both of their hands under the table, listening to whatever shit whoever was saying. “Don’t you remember that bitch? She felt herself as the mafia princess but she was on road before she could blink her eyes and don’t worry this bitch isn’t any different”. Caterina heard another snicker and scoffed before she turned face the woman who was saying all this.

She is moaning and grinding against me. She rips my shirt open and runs her nails across my chest. I moan as she begins to take charge. She unzips my pants and pulls my pants off of me. She removes her pants and panties. She is on me fast, taking me inside her. "Don't you want me to fuck you, Alpha?" Kate says as she begins to fuck me. I am not sure if this is my wife. I am fucking. If it is not, maybe I can bring her back to me if she feels how much I love her. Maybe she will remember our connection.

He circled me slowly, eyes dark and appreciative, drinking in every curve. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “My perfect slave tonight.” He opened a drawer in the low cabinet beside the bed and pulled out the outfit we had chosen together weeks ago. Black latex catsuit—shiny, impossibly tight. Zipper running down the front. Cutouts at the bréásts. Crotchless. A sleek tail attached at the base of the spine. Matching pointed ears. A mask with whiskers painted black across the cheeks. Catwoman. Exactly as we’d planned.

“We both know how men like him use women like you…until they grow bored.” I stepped forward so fast the gravel shifted under my boots. My hand jabbed forward, finger pointed right at her chest. “Shut your mouth. You don’t know a thing about me or what I mean to Adriano. If you think your status or whatever fucked-up delusion you have is going to scare me off, then you’re dumber than you look.” Caterina’s eyes darkened, that smug smile finally cracking. Oh, so she didn’t like hearing the truth. She could dish it, but the second she got a taste?

All this added to the leather mask that covered her well-lined eyes, the blood red lipstick and a small tiara also black with furry little kitten ears that only compounded the Catwoman costume even more. She was the perfect picture of a wet dream. A walking fetish. Is the only one The only thing he could think of to do was pull the cape he was wearing down the front of his pants, hiding the withering erection that now threatened to rip a hole in his pants. "You... You..." he stammered, his throat suddenly dry making his voice sound raspy. "Didn't you tell me you were going to dress up as She-ra?"

Vittorio’s POV, At Vittorio’s Mansion “Don’t fucking touch her.” My voice split through the marble hall like a whip. Ghost had already stepped forward, fingers twitching at the sight of her lunging at me like a wild animal. But I didn’t flinch. Katarina's teeth sank into my shoulder like she wanted to rip the flesh from my bones. She was sobbing, clawing at my chest, screaming something about Mateo. Her Lover She thought I killed him but She didn't know shit.

At that moment I was grateful that my friend insisted and that I gave in. - Cat, get ready, go to work tomorrow and drive that man crazy all day. After everyone leaves, you'll fuck him in a way that no woman will be able to make that bad guy forget you. - She said, holding me by the shoulders. - Can I do it, Mel? - I was laughing and tempted to follow my friend's advice. - Oh, Catarina, you really don't know the power you have! And you already let the guy suck you all over, now stop being silly and make up for lost time, my daughter.

“She is two months gone, Cat. Something you could never achieve.” That was it. Her last revolve. She couldn’t stand this anymore. There was too much going on in just one night. “Alice, how could you. You are my friend.” Alice didn’t say a word. She just smiled while rubbing her stomach. Cat opened her mouth, to say something. Anything. To attack them and call them monsters. But then, she remembered what had made her come here in the first place. “Draven.” She pulled the container out of her bag.