Hunter Rowland Dirty Fanfic Novels & Stories

Immediately Kara pushed me hard and I lost my balance, I was about to hit the ground but then Rowland caught me right in time. I hated scenes. I hated creating scenes but here I was, I'm the middle of a crazy fiasco, all because I have a mad best friend and an unnecessary jealousy boyfriend. Fuck me. I should have skipped school today. “See that, see the way she fell into Rowland's arms, I keep telling you that Rose is drawn to the bad boys, she wants Rowland but you are blinded by your…” “Hey!” Rowland growled, rushing to her after helping me stand up but I quickly stopped him.

Rowan snickered foxily, and then he poked fun at Hidalgo simply just to get on his skin. "Ain't you happy to see me?" "You bas...” Hidalgo made to utter a word, however, Rowan immediately punched his mouth, causing Hidalgo to groan and spat out blood. "This is just the beginning!" Rowan smiled evilly at him as he watched Hidalgo spit out blood again and he coughed achingly. Rowan was busily thinking deeply about what to do with this man he hated so much! ♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️

Lila saw through it in ten seconds flat. Thirty four, rich as sin, class dripping from every gesture. She’d walked into the underground fight club where he was bleeding on the mat, handed him a silk handkerchief for his cut lip, and said, “You’re wasting talent on these animals. Come work for me.” He’d laughed. She hadn’t. Five years later, they were married. Two years after that, Dirty Angels opened its doors, velvet ropes, crystal chandeliers, music that beat like a heartbeat.

” Damon ~”I was going to say thank you until you called me a whore. Rowan ~”Come on bro we all know you were. You know I wish you and all those good things but I want to tell a story.” Damon ~”Oh my god just don't believe a word he says.” Rowan ~”Hahaha believe me this is true. When Damon was fourteen, he had this crush on a girl, her name was Debbie.” Brody ~”Hahaha I remember old Debbie does Dallas.”

~Liv~ I was still busy day dreaming about being his real girlfriend when he sneezed like a cow^^. I had one foot tucked under my ass, the sleeve of Rowan’s hoodie pulled all the way over my hand because it smelled like him and I was pathetic enough to keep sniffing it when he wasn’t looking. The movie was some Marvel bullshit neither of us cared about. He kept stealing my crusts, I kept pretending to be annoyed, and everything felt almost normal for like five whole minutes.

"Your turn to clean up. But first... jerk for me." I did. Stroked fast. Eyes on her filled holes. Humiliation hit peak. But I came hard. Shot on the floor. Alone in my arousal. She pulled me down. Kissed me. Tasted salt. "Our secret," she whispered. We lay there. Her body sticky. Mine spent. The night changed us. But it didn't end. Later, after they left, Nina wanted more. She cleaned up quick. Shower together. But my mind replayed it. The moans. The pounding. I got hard again in the steam.

He cries and jerks harder, faster. I can't really see Rowan from beneath me, as Knox’s is stationed in front of me, determined to burst my chord. But when I feel a hand reach out to trace the outline of Adrian’s cock in my expanded cunt, I jump. Holy fuck!!! Rowan is such a pervert! I could have sworn he was the most virtuous, the one with the touch of sanity… but he’s worse. A freaking wreck, puffed up with his dirty stinky fantasy.

That I was Romy, the little sister of Alina Hawthorne? Either ways, I wasn’t leaving his room until I drove the knife right into his heart. "Go to hell!" I spat, thrashing wildly to break his hold, but every violent movement only ground my hips against his, sending electric, traitorous shocks of arousal straight down my spine. The mate bond was a terrible, sickening thing. Rowan’s chest rumbled with a dark chuckle, his gaze flickering to my lips. "Gosh, I can smell your arousal, Raven. It’s intoxicating. Feels like you're fighting that far more than you're fighting me,” he smirked. “are you sure you came here to kill me, or fuck me?”

The sight before me made my stomach churn. Rowan’s head snapped toward me, his growl low and guttural. “Who the fuck…” His voice trailed off, his eyes widening when he recognized me. Lydia rolled her eyes, unwrapping her bare legs from around him as if she’d merely been inconvenienced. She didn’t bother covering herself until Rowan shifted, pulling himself away from her. He stood, sweaty and disheveled, lipstick smeared across his skin like a brand of shame.

I muttered. “Love, have you looked in a mirror lately? You have a body built for sin,” Rowan growled, his gaze dropping briefly to my chest before returning to the road. “I’d put you in the tightest dress I could find just to distract my enemies while I took their territory. Then I’d take you home and worship you on top of the spoils.” “Your tongue is filthy,” I said, though a shiver of excitement raced down my spine. “All the better to please you with,” he responded, his eyes dancing with mischief. “You cold?”