Frieza X Reader Novels & Stories

A ripple went through her heart, and then it quieted. She looked up and met Xavier's anxious gaze. He set the strawberry down, his voice tight. "Do you want to see him, princess?" Freya took in his tense profile and smiled. "No." She gave his cheek a poke. "Keep feeding me strawberries." The light leapt back into Xavier's eyes. In no time, he was back to being that eager puppy, holding out each strawberry for her to take. For a moment, Freya thought she'd ended up with an oversized puppy.

muttered Arsenio, while looking for Freya's name among the many data. "Well, I found it," he cheered happily. Freya glances through the small rearview mirror above her head. She can see Arsenio's face, which is so free and carefree. It was different when he met Xander a few moments ago. Full of deceit. That's what Freya caught now. [DATA] [Name: Freya.] [Age: 200 years old by Mafia System's count.] [Status: Mafia System Companion.] [Skill: Infinite.]

I mumbled while burying my face in my pillow. "That unwanted guest is the Alpha King. Aren't you scared? You know he can cut our throats in one snap!" Friya replied, her tone was trembling. I could sense she was terrified. "No! I'm not scared! I don't care even if he will rip my throat out!" I lashed out as I covered my head with the pillow I was hugging earlier. "Yeah! Coz you know he can't do that to you!" Friya snapped back, that statement I couldn't rebut.

They continue to stare at the rising sun, enjoying the fragrance of the roses and the happy chattering of the pack. THE END Note: I want to specially appreciate my readers who started this book and found it worthy of their time. Without you all, the story of Freya and Dante would have remained an imagination. Thank you. And to those readers that took out time to help me point out the errors in the book, suggesting how to enhance it, took the pain of commenting, I love you so much. If you want to check more books by me, kindly read; “The Ruthless Luna Of Alpha Clyde.” And, “The Billionaire's Second Chance At Love.”

Balls-deep in front of twelve oblivious executives. He started fucking her with slow, deep rolls of his hips. The table barely moved, but Freya could feel every inch sliding in and out of her. The wet, filthy squelching sounds grew louder in her own ears. Her heavy tits pressed against the silk blouse, nipples hard and obvious. “Read the third paragraph aloud, Miss Lang,” Azrael ordered casually. Freya’s voice shook as she tried to read the meaningless numbers on the paper while he pounded her harder from behind. Each thrust pushed her hips against the table edge. Her knuckles turned white.

He reached down and rubbed the head of his thick cock slowly through her still-spasming folds, coating himself in her cum. “And when I finally fill you up,” he whispered, voice low and dangerous, “I’m going to make you thank me for every single drop. You understand me, little one?” Freya could only nod weakly, still crying, still trembling, still completely broken and surrendered in the beautiful black silk Shibari. Alexander smiled — dark, satisfied, possessive. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Now open your mouth and beg me to fuck you.”

Instead, her fingers clutched his silk shirt. Sebastian lifted her onto the heavy oak reading table, books scattering noisily. With deliberate slowness, he ripped open her white blouse, buttons flying. Her full breasts spilled free, nipples already tight and aching and exposed. He groaned at the sight, lowering his head to suck one rosy peak into his mouth, fangs grazing the sensitive flesh. Freya cried out, back arching as sharp pleasure-pain shot through her. His hand slid under her skirt, tearing away her panties. Long, cold fingers stroked her slick folds, circling her swollen clit with expert pressure. "So wet already," he growled against her breast. "Your cunt weeps for its new master.

Freya turned her head toward me, eyes half-lidded, lips parted, her fingers still circling her clit. “Get between her legs,” he said to her, his fist tightening around his cock, stroking it slow and deliberate. “I want to see your tongue buried in her pussy.” My breath hitched. Freya crawled toward me without hesitation, her body moving like a predator’s hungry, smooth, aching to obey. She knelt between my thighs, hands on my hips as she lowered her mouth. The first swipe of her tongue made me cry out, hips jerking off the bed.

’ She basked in it. Inner Devil: ‘What are we? High school? This is too slow!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Can we skip all this and just strip naked?’ Whether or not it was due to her inner thoughts, Freya grew impatient. She stood, took the magazine from his hands, and sat right on his lap. Snuggled against him, she kept pretending to read, flipping through the pages and asking him about the French words she didn’t know. He answered, but Freya could feel it—the way his voice got a little lower, the way his eyes lingered. There was something warm and intense in his gaze now, and it wasn’t just interest.

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