Novel & Cerita Eltingville Club X Reader

Dresses rode high. I frowned slightly, trying to understand what exactly made this club so different from every other club. Because if this was it... People grinding against each other and acting wild? Then, honestly, I'd seen worse. "Is this all of it?" Elara asked, voicing the same thought sitting in my head. Sienna only smirked, lifting the wine glass she'd grabbed from the bar the second we walked in. "Let's see for ourselves." Elara and I exchanged a look before following behind her as she moved deeper into the club.

“Such a good little weaver. Kneeling. Waiting. Already leaking for your owner.” Clawed fingers slid into her hair, gripping tight but not painfully, tilting her face upward. She felt the heat of his enormous body looming over her. The brush of leathery wings against her shoulders. The heavy, ridged length of his cock, thicker than her forearm, scorching hot, slick with pre-come slapped heavily against her cheek, leaving a wet streak of demonic essence across her lips. Elara moaned, mouth opening instinctively. Her tongue darted out, licking the underside of his shaft, tasting salt and smoke and pure sin.

But Lucas seemed genuinely nice. “I barely know him, though.” “That’s what dating is for,” she whispered. “Getting to know someone. I’m not saying you have to do anything you don’t want to do.” “Thanks, El. You always know what to say.” Elowen was my day-one ride-or-die. Time passed quickly. When I said I should go home, Elowen protested. “No way! We haven’t even gone to the club yet. It’s Friday night!” I hesitated. I’d never been to a real club before.

“That’s right.” “You’re sure?” Elian asked, his voice carrying the fragile hope of someone whose heart had been bound to pages. “Completely,” Dante said. Elian exhaled — the long, full-release breath of someone stepping out from under a shadow. His eyes glistened in the thin April light. “I want to take it to Cardiff,” he said softly. “Read it with her. As soon as she’s well enough for a visit.” He paused, running a finger along the folder’s edge. “That’s what I promised.”

Elle said with a pleased expression. Iris smiled softly at Elle’s words as their conversation continued. Then suddenly, Elle laughed. “Iris, do you remember when we read Fifty Shades of Grey and you reacted like you had seen a ghost? You were so scared of all those BDSM things afterward.” Both girls burst into laughter. At that exact moment, the door opened again, and Xavier walked inside. The moment Asha and Elle noticed him, they exchanged a quick glance before quietly leaving the room, leaving Iris and Xavier alone together.

I asked as my hands slowly caressed the length of my thighs. His eyes followed my hands, and I could see his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed real hard. “And you think putting yourself out on display like that, like a common whore, would make you my therapist and get me to talk like some fucked up…” “But we signed an agreement. I am your whore.” I intentionally stressed the last word, and his reaction was the best thing I had seen so far. “Quit it, Elarian, and get Jonathan to open the fucking door,” he growled, but I wasn't afraid of what he might do to me. In fact, I was looking forward to it.

"Their minds are part of the hardware now! You pull those wires, and their brains will fry!" Leo didn't flinch. He walked over to the glass wall and tapped it with his pipe. "I’ve seen how this company works. They always have a 'Safety Protocol' for the hardware. They wouldn't risk losing their most valuable assets." He looked at Elara. "Elara, you were a 'Reader.' You know how the interface works. Can you find the 'Eject' command?" --- ### The Reader's Redemption Elara looked at the thousands of children. Her face was pale, but her eyes were steady. She remembered the thumbprint on the sky. She remembered the feeling of being the one who watched.

"While under my roof, in my club… Do you understand how that appears?" She arched an eyebrow, calm and steady. “We were at a club, Aaron. People dance. That’s how clubs work.” His jaw clenched. “You don’t just dance with any man like that.” Elara folded her arms, finally setting aside her heels. "I dance with whoever asks politely.” Her tone was steadfast. “It means nothing." He moved closer, voice dropping dangerously. "I don’t like it.” "Clearly," she replied with a faint smile, "but it’s my choice. I’m not… invisible, Aaron.”

Elara sat cross-legged near the fireplace wearing one of Riven’s oversized black shirts while reading through one of the ancient wolf books her mother had brought earlier that day. Well... “reading” was a generous word. She was mostly staring at the same paragraph repeatedly while thinking about Riven upstairs. Specifically, Riven shirtless. Riven smirking. Riven pinning her against walls. Riven’s voice inside her head. Very educational thoughts. “You’re thinking loudly again.”

"I've been watching the other guys check out your body. You have the most amazing body in the room!" "Okay, if that's true... and if you weren't my dad," Ellie leans even closer, exposing more of her compressed cleavage, "would you choose my boobs over anyone else's in the room?" "Absolutely!" Chuck's eyes are locked on the swell of his daughter's tits as she breathes. Ellie is watching a couple who have been dancing in a dimly lit corner of the club, obviously engaging in more than dancing, out of view of the rest of the customers.