I Put Da Ricks On Onyx Novels & Stories

Mr Rick was the devil himself. The one they preached against in churches and other places of religion. "He's very loyal, Esme," Rick mused, his voice smooth as slik. "Which makes what I am about to do to him so... delicious." Rick stepped back, pulling a heavy brass key from his pocket. He didn't unlock the chains. Instead, he tossed the key onto the small corner of the room. He turned to face me, his eyes burning with a sadistic intensity that made the air in the room feel instantly hotter.

Kelly Blackwell, number 17 for the Dynamos, gliding toward me with that stupid, cocky grin I’ve hated since junior hockey. “Rough game, Jackson,” he says, stopping just close enough to make sure I hear every word. “Guess the Phoenix Frost isn’t so hot after all.” The crowd’s cheers fade into background noise. All I can see is Kelly, his smirk daring me to make a move. “Walk away, Blackwell,” I growl, my fists already curling. “Why? This is tradition, isn’t it?” He smirks, leaning on his stick. “You lose. I win. I rub it in. It’s what we do.”

that's just a gash for sure that bitch is gonna pay for it later you better cheer up,, that sulking of yours Audrey is like an insult to the street bixters." Ricks said and I glared at him. Without saying a word, I took another bottle of liquor drinking my anger out and relaxing with my cogerrette.

I stepped closer, trying to see what she was seeing. Nix was focused on Rick. Look at his skin. He is sweating, he’s pale, but his eyes are focused. His hand… She trailed off. He’s clutching at his neck. Megan tensed beside me. “What happened first, Rick?” He turned his haunted eyes back to us. “What?” Megan sighed as she crept closer. “What came first? You working with Vince? Or Abby getting branded?” “Does it matter?” He slammed back against the wall and dropped to his ass. “It changes nothing.”

Rick mashed her boobs which pushing deep. “Rick, Rick, Rick, Rick,” came Kitty’s syncopated sighs. Then her pussy tightens, clenches and she released a cry as the waves of climax shattered through her while his huge cock steadily bucks hard inside her fiery depths. She was barely out of her orgasmic ride when Rick started to lift her from behind then dropped her onto the entire length of his cock. He pushed her chest onto the steering wheel then releases the lever of the backrest. He adeptly folds his legs so that he was kneeling on the driver’s seat – all this time keeping his huge cock buried in her cunt.

RICK FORSON RICK LEANED BACK. He put his hand in his pocket to hide his bulging cock. He could not understand how seeing Anna like this - with her sharp wits and detective mind - was making him so hard. He sighed in sexual frustration. He wanted her. He wanted to - "Let me see that," Jones voice snapped him out of his reverie. Jones walked past him and took hold of the laptop. His breath was coming in deep rumbles as he went through the article on the screen.

Rick released me gently and walked off to join the others—Jace, already geared in black, and Jaxon, shirtless with his sunglasses pushed up his head, holding a rifle like it was a beer bottle. Jaxon shot first. The bottle exploded in a hiss of plastic and water, his laugh echoing through the woods. He turned to Rick smugly. “Suck it, cowboy.” Rick rolled his eyes, cocking his gun with the disinterest of a man who’d seen too much to care about pissing contests.

Yep, the Sliver Pack was also taking part in the plan to make him an Alpha again. As Tasha stood and leaned across the table to retrieve the bottle of ketchup from Kent, Onyx couldn’t help but enjoy the view. “You truly do have the most perfect ass.” His mate merely smiled brightly. "I strongly agree,” said Royd, endangering his life once again. When Onyx growled, he raised his hands. “Just kidding.” Kass sighed at Royd before turning to Onyx. “I’d hit him for you…but look how pretty he is.”

Gina rose from her seat, turning to face Rick "You did this to yourself. Rick's eyes blazed with a toxic mix of anger, regret, and desperation as he snarled, "I was a fool to take you back, but I'll fix that mistake right now." He lunged at Gina with a ferocity that made her blood run cold, his massive hands closing around her neck like a vice, crushing her windpipe. Gina's eyes widened in terror as she frantically tried to pry Rick's hands loose, her tears streaming down her face like rain. "You'll never hurt me again," Rick rasped, his voice like a rusty gate, his fingers tightening around her neck like a noose. "You're the poison in my life, and I'll kill you to be free."

Questions crashed through my mind all at once. Why was she wearing that? Why was she sitting with Foxbridge colors? Why the hell was she on Riko’s side?! My heart felt like it dropped straight into my stomach. Beside me, Ryder stiffened and movement caught my attention. Riko stepped forward slowly with a smirk already spreading across his face. “Well,” he drawled lazily, “seems like your pretty little thing decided she should be cheering for the Foxes tonight.” Rage exploded through me instantly. I shoved him backward hard enough that several players around us stumbled in surprise.