Enemies To Lovers Smut Novels & Stories

They made her crawl and clean both cocks with her tongue, licking every drop of cum, ass juice, and pussy cream. Lia lay there afterward, legs spread obscenely, covered in sweat, spit, and cum. Her holes twitched and leaked. She felt completely destroyed. And she fucking loved it. Ethan crouched down and shoved three fingers into her sloppy cunt, stirring the mess. “How do you feel?” “Like a whore,” she whispered hoarsely, smiling through the mess on her face. “Your filthy whore.” Jax laughed. “She’s ready for the team party tomorrow. Gonna let the whole locker room run a train on this cum-guzzling slut?”.

She looked at me like I was — to put it plainly — utter garbage. "I want to make sure you understand what he means," she said. Her voice was smooth, and she had laced it with just enough warmth to make it sound like concern. "You were a rogue wolf two days ago. Whatever this—" she gestured lightly between Dominic and me with her wine glass, "—looks like from the outside, I assure you, that is where the resemblance to a real marriage ends." She paused, letting her words settle. "He loves me. And his heir will be mine. You served your purpose, sweetheart. Don't complicate what's left of it by forgetting that."

I must have looked pathetic, because I saw Madison's pleased smile again. "Why are you doing this to me? You love her. Just divorce me. You can be together openly. Why drag me into this?" Tears filled my eyes. "I've already let you go. I've done nothing wrong to you. Why won't you leave me alone?" Liam's voice was cold. "You haven't wronged me. But you wronged Madison." My eyes went wide. "When did I—" He sneered. "Every single guy Madison ever dated—you stole them, didn't you? You played the 'good best friend' and stole all her boyfriends, slept with them, drove her into depression until she almost killed herself."

because I’d been with plenty of girls before hookups after games in the locker room or back at their places easy fun ones who knew the deal no strings just blowing off steam and they were hot sure but none of them stuck in my head like this messing with me even after I tried to push her out of it. She seemed different fighting and yelling one minute then this vulnerable in the video and it made me curious in a way that pissed me off more because I didn’t want to be interested in my annoying stepsister who barged in and saw me naked and asked that dumb question. I grabbed my dick through my shorts at first just adjusting telling myself it was nothing but the video was still going on my phone

Skin slapping against skin, while the room was filled with wet and filthy sounds of raw sex and heavy breathing from both men. Robert pinched my nipples until I cried out around Marcus’s dick. “That’s it, Clarissa,” he rumbled. “Take us both. You feel so good… so tight… squeezing me like you never wanted me to leave.” His thrust picked up rhythm, harder and steadier, his balls slapping my ass. Marcus pulled out of my mouth, just long enough to slap his wet dick on my cheek. “You like this don’t you? Being used by both father and son. Debt whore!”

I choked out wishing he could slap me. Almost like he could read my mind, he removed both fingers but instead of hitting my face, he grabbed my balls and squeezed hard, my body spasmed. “Guess who's the loose bitch now?” He mocked, his palms massaging my balls roughly while I stroked my length quickly. I leaned my head forward in spite of the pain and spat, a perfect shot landing on my cock as I used the lubricant to jerk myself off. “You like being fucked by your Mom’s husband, huh?”

I could feel the two of them—the broken star and the vengeful critic circling each other in the dark. The tension between them was palpable, a physical charge that hummed through the penthouse. I’d planned for proximity. I’d planned for a certain level of… shared trauma to bond them. It made the story better. The Enemy to friends arc was a bestseller for a reason. But Anya was starting to look at him with something more dangerous than professional curiosity. And he was looking at her like she was the only thing keeping him from drifting into the abyss. If they united against me, it would be messy. Not impossible to handle, but messy.

Scott's version of love was a warm blanket I never asked to be wrapped in. Adam's version was this. Cold water. Clear sight. I preferred it. "So I need a counter-narrative." "Yes." "I need someone who shapes that for me. Someone who fights in that arena while I fight in the other." Adam tilted his head. "I have people—" "No." The word came out sharper than I intended. I softened it. "No. I appreciate everything you've done. But your people work for you. They're loyal to you. I need—"

Nathan was not the kind of person who acted on impulse, and he never forgot a slight. Shaun and Nathan had been enemies since Shaun’s first year on campus. There had never been a clear reason for it, no single argument that explained why the hostility between them had grown so intense. It had started subtly, with sharp looks and unspoken rivalry, but over time it became personal, especially when women were involved. Nathan had a habit of taking what belonged to other people, and Shaun had learned that the hard way. Emma had been the first. It had been nothing more than a bet to Nathan and his friends. He had been dared to date a first year student and dump her after three days, and Emma had

He was so fast I could not even run past the guards before he caught up to me. " You filthy bitch." He said, jerking my hands. " Let go of me!" I screamed, my voice echoed through the hall catching the attention of people around us. It was just like a cinema. As soon as we got to the great altar, he made the statement. " I, Jayden Morningstar, Alpha of Silver Stone pack, reject Elena Nightingale as my Mate!" His words cut through me like a blade. And at that moment, I felt a sharp energy slowly seeping out of my body. My chest tightened, air escaping through my lungs. And for a moment I forgot how to breathe. I stared as a small smirk appeared across his lips.