Hunter Rowland Dirty Fanfic Novels & Stories

But inside, I was already counting down the hours until tomorrow. I kept imagining walking into Alaric’s house. Maybe he’d barely let me through the door before pushing me against the wall, kissing me roughly, tearing my clothes off, making me drop to my knees again, but this time not pushing me away. This time feeding me his cock while telling me what a good slut I was for him. The thought made me hard again. I shifted on the bed, trying to hide it from Ronald. He noticed anyway and laughed. “You’re thinking about him right now, aren’t you?”

It’s the closest thing we can get to it right now and I wouldn’t mind if he sucks them onto every inch of me. “You like this mate? You like it rough,” he demands, as he jackhammers me, our pants and moans far louder than they should be. There’s no chance we’ll go undetected in here. But maybe that’s part of the thrill. Rowan is literally the best lover imaginable; he can be rough, he can be gentle. I do however always get the feeling he’s holding back. He often seems like he wants to take it even further, but he stops himself. Hope and I will ensure we let him have us how he wants once we can shift.

The chat history felt like a dull knife dragging through my flesh. [Grace: In the original story, Rowan ruined Andy's face and even hired some creep to assault him. You've had to sleep next to that trash every day. That's insane.] [Heidi: As long as Andy's safe, none of it matters.] [Grace: He's getting more obsessed with you. If he learns the truth, won't he completely lose it?] [Heidi: He won't find out. But if he does—and he dares touch Andy—I'll break his arms and legs, dump him in a psych ward, and lock him up forever!]

“I hear you have grown stubborn, Rina. Arguing with my orders, daring to speak against me. Do you think that makes you stronger?” Rina turned to face him, her arms gripping the towel tightly around her chest. Her voice was steady though her heart beat hard. “I’m tired of being pushed around. I’m tired of being treated like I’m garbage.” Rowland chuckled darkly. He began to undo the buttons of his shirt, slowly and deliberately, his eyes never leaving her. “You think speaking back will change that? No. But maybe…” He let the shirt fall away, baring his chest. “Maybe if you please me tonight, if you make me very happy, I might treat you less like garbage.”

Then Kieran positioned himself in a doggy style, his fingers gripping the duvet tightly, while Rowan spanked him several times, fondled his cock too before he thrust his cock inside him for the third time that morning. “Hmmmm,” Kieran moaned out as Rowan buried himself up to the hilt. He threw his head back and saw stars behind his lids. “Your body is so nice and tight, sweetheart,” Rowan grunted, pushing himself in and out, his fingers gripping his hips tightly. “I can't seem to get enough of you.” ———— At the Rogue Kingdom, Cassandra strolled into the clubhouse and the moment she looked ahead, her breath seized and the radiant smile on her face disappeared into thin air.

I had tucked him in, ensuring his comfort and safety, ready to retreat to my own space and let the night unfold. As I turned to leave, my hand gently gripping the doorknob, I felt a sudden warmth caress my fingertips. Startled, I glanced down to find Rowland's hand reaching out, his fingers brushing against mine. The touch sent an electric jolt through my body, the mate bond stirring within me, awakening a raw desire that had been simmering beneath the surface.

She was too stubborn to not fall for it. "You need to mess up your hair a little." Her eyes snapped open. "Give him an idea of what you'd look like after he fucks you. Not like he would, but it would probably make the whole thing easier." Jordan nodded quickly and I wondered what had been going through her mind. Knowing her, it was probably something dirty. "Come on, let's go before he finds a conquest for the night." We rode in my SUV, along with Leonardo and some other men of mine and when we reached the club Alexi had been spotted in for a few nights in a row, I handed Jordan a mic.

(This time around,I will be more focused on the storyline rather than the smut,Sorry guys 😢) Intended for mature audiences only (18+).Proceed only if you consent to dark, unrestrained erotic fiction. ---- Rowan's pov Campus legend, that’s what they called me in the dorms and locker rooms. The one who’ll suck you dry in the library , behind the gym, or in this exact filthy bathroom if you’re hard and willing. Rowan Davis: easy, shameless, and always down I hated feelings or any form of attachment. I only did cock.

He licked the sensitive, scarred flesh, his teeth grazing the crescent wounds until a sharp jolt of raw electricity shot straight to my lower belly, making my hips instinctively arch into his mass. I clutched his broad shoulders, my fingernails digging into the heavy muscles of his back, tearing at his black linen shirt in a desperate attempt to pull him closer. The high stakes of the upcoming Solstice Gala, the threats from the High Council, and the unhinged jealousy of Julian were entirely erased, reduced to meaningless static against the primitive reality of Rowan's obsession. I had wanted to make him lose control, but the sheer, terrifying depth of his reaction was a tidal wave that was

"I have a plan, Lilah." Abby said to my amazement. "A dirty but good one." "Mind sharing with me?" I asked, knowing she would. "Sure. So, this dirty plan is... Five steps to get Mr Kimber in bed." My eyes bulged open as I glared at her, shocked. "Should I still continue?" I swallowed hard, my eyes not leaving hers. "You're kidding, aren't you?" "At first, I thought I was. But after I scanned the idea, I saw it was good to go, so I figured out I should share it with you. Like I asked, should I continue?"