Jerome Valeska X Reader Novels & Stories

Alex’s heart slammed against his ribs as he sank down right there in the shadowed alcove, the taste of humiliation and forbidden want already flooding his mouth. Victor unzipped again, thick and still half-hard, glistening from the last man he’d ruined. “Open.” Alex did. And just like that, with the city glittering forty floors below them, Alex Rivera sealed his fate with the first hot slide of Victor Kane’s cock down his throat. The night had only just begun.

“He told me nothing. And you’re the one who did something—you hit him first! What, so now you’re a dominant Alpha you need to put him in his place? Cause you’re the main character always, is that it?” He was bewildered. “What the fuck are you even talking about?” I have no idea. But I need Vale to believe that I’m on his side so he’ll let his guard down around me. “Vale is a Beta! What can he possibly do to you? Stop picking on him!” God, now, I sound like a teenager in a catfight. And from the look on her face, Eva thinks so too. “Pick on him? He kissed you, goddamn it!” And he glared through me at Vale who was getting up, feeling his cut lip. “I told you not to touch her—!”

"By the way, I already cleaned the outside. Just clean the room and the bathroom." "That is why I admire you, Jazzie." While Ken was speaking, the door suddenly opened. My eyes widened and receded at close proximity to Valjerome's distance causing me to almost fall over. If his arm didn’t wrap around my waist immediately, I probably fell to the floor. "You like her?" Valjerome said in an icy tone as he looked at Ken the moment he released me. Ken seemed surprised at his posture so he stood up straight. "I mean I like to work with her," he replied, sweating.

Chapter 2: The First Payment Mr. Vale’s two thick fingers pumped slowly in and out of my soaked pussy, curling perfectly against that sensitive spot inside me with every stroke. I was bent slightly over his massive executive desk, skirt bunched around my waist, lace panties pulled to the side, legs trembling. I hated how good it felt. “Please…” I whispered, my voice shaking. “Mr. Vale… this is wrong. I’m married.” “I know exactly whose wife you are,” he replied darkly, pushing a third finger inside me, stretching me open. “And right now, that married pussy is dripping all over your boss’s hand.”

"Jerome Valeska." "Louder, lovelier, with more enthusiasm." The woman denied it and felt his grip tighten around her neck. She looked around, and apparently, no one was coming. "Jerome Valeska," she shouted, and he laughed, throwing his head back. "Damn idiot," she spat. "With all the honors in the world, my lady," he said, kissing the woman's cheek.