Elena Kampouris Sexy Novels & Stories

the brunette said nudging Roman who gave him a death stare. “good morning princess, sorry theses idiots are here, these are Harry and Elijah” Harry was a brunette with green eyes while Elijah was hazel eyed with tattooed skin. “guys, this is Camila” “she looks good and I’m sure she’s also good in...” Harry started to say but he was cut off by Roman digging his eyebrow into his stomach. Harry fell to the ground with a dramatic groan and Elijah rolled his eyes. I chuckled.

Elena rocked against her hand, moaning louder. Caspian and Marcus watched, cocks hard and throbbing. Caspian stroked himself slowly as the women pleasured each other—Elena lowering her head to suck on Calliope’s nipples, then moving down to lick her pussy with eager, inexperienced strokes. Calliope gripped Elena’s hair, guiding her tongue until she came with a sharp cry, thighs shaking around the bride’s face.

His hair was messy, his face somber since morning. Isabella came in with light steps, holding a tablet in her hand. Her smile was so wide. Triumphant. "Honey," Isabella said spoiled, "have you seen this news?" Damian turned his head lazily. "What news again?" "Yes, about Elena." Isabella's voice was deliberately cheerful. Margareth immediately looked over. "Elena?" "Yes, that saintly Elena," Isabella muttered as she swiped her screen and showed the headline from the gossip portal. "'Allegedly Elena Queen was involved in an adulterous video with a middle-aged man'. Viral on all social media."

Then she had smiled, straightened my blouse, and sent me back to my branch like nothing happened. Elena Voss, the 35-year-old Senior Manager, made it worse. She was all lush curves and wicked smiles, full breasts always straining against silk blouses, hips swaying when she walked past my desk. She loved to corner me in the private elevator after hours, push the stop button, and slide her hand up my skirt just far enough to feel how wet I already was. “Victoria wants you dripping for us,” she would purr, circling my clit with two fingers until my knees shook. “But we’re waiting until you beg.” Then she would pull away, lick her fingers clean, and leave me throbbing and empty.

“ No. This is my first time " Elena replied. “ As old as you are? What have you been doing? " Kathy asked her with a funny look. “ I've been working all my life. Have had the chance to get intimate with anyone " Elena replied. “ And you trust me enough to let me go in there! " Kathy asked in a low but seductive tone. “ Yes, please. I want you so much " Elena replied as she pushed her body closer.

The moment the video loaded, I stopped breathing. It was her. Lori Harper. Dragged out of a lawyer's office in handcuffs. Looking lost, betrayed and humiliated. I frowned. "What the hell..." "She's trending." Levi texted. "Scandal's blowing up." Socialite, Lori Harper accused of laundering millions through her charity foundation. Scandalous photos leaked of Lori and an anonymous lover. Sources say husband Alex Harper suspected infidelity. My chest tightened. I stood up. "Where are you going?" My date asked. I was already walking away. No words, no apology, no interest. I moved fast—out of the restaurant into my car. I called Levi.

“I know, babe. I get it. Don’t worry, okay?” She nodded against his chest, but her thoughts were somewhere else — at the club, with the woman whose voice still echoed in her mind. Later that night, when Raphael was asleep, Elena sat on the edge of the bed scrolling through her phone. She typed Scarlett’s name into the search bar. Scarlett Voss — The Queen of Club Vixen. Articles filled the screen: rumors, whispers, and headlines about her empire — her power, her wealth, her danger. There were stories about the people who crossed her and disappeared, stories about her charm that could destroy anyone foolish enough to fall for her.

she asked gently. Elena’s throat tightened. The words had sat in her chest all night. “Last night,” she said at last. “Where from?” Elena raised her eyes to meet Julia's, searching for a reason to hold back. “You don’t have to tell me,” Julia added quietly. Elena sighed. “I took a night train from Lawrence.” A pause. “The man… who married me is after me.”

“Tall, dark hair, dark eyes, kind of old... well, your age.” “And was he a total dick?” Elias nodded, “Yeah.” I gave Ella a heavy glance before closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. “Do you know who it is?” Cato asked, stepping forward, “Dad?” I slammed the champagne bottle on the table. “Luciano fucking Megestanis.” “Luciano? The guy who-” Cato began, his eyes flickering to Ella. “Yes, that guy.” The guy who molested Ella, raped a poor human woman, assisted Andrea Martinez, and somehow broke free from my prison. To list a few.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.