Larissa Weems X Reader Novels & Stories

I saw my mate’s lips curve into a smile as Larisa’s body began to shake visibly… “W-what are you doing to m-me?” Larisa whimpered. “Did I forget to mention that I’m a Memory Reader? By touching me, you have given me access to your mind, and how can you best destroy someone if not through their mind?” Aurelia smirked. Larisa cried out as Aurelia closed her eyes. I figured she was using Larisa’s memories against her just like Susanna did to me earlier but what Aurelia was doing was more than that.

"You're as dumb as David was." Angela stepped between them. "Ms. Marsh, you're a witness for the defense. You shouldn't be talking to the prosecution's witnesses." "I'm not talking to witnesses. I'm talking to my sister. Is that illegal?" "It is if you're trying to intimidate her." "I would never." Sarah's smile was poison. "See you in court, Christina." She walked away. Trina was shaking. "Are you okay?" Nickey asked. "No. But I will be."

His other hand stayed locked at her waist, keeping her pinned exactly where he wanted her. Larissa’s lips parted on a shaky exhale. The room still spun in lazy, drunken circles, but his voice was low and rough, nothing like Finn’s. She didn’t want to know if it wasn’t Finn, she just wanted the fantasy to hold just a little longer. “Please…”

Chapter – 0002 Lila POV I walked into the lecture hall for my required Intro to Erotic Literature seminar with my thighs still sore from last night and my mind a complete mess. The campus was buzzing with first-day energy students laughing, comparing schedules, flirting shamelessly but all I could think about was Damon’s thick cock stretching me open in that dark art studio. The way he hadn’t pulled out even after the mask slipped. The way he’d thrust one last time while I came around him like a desperate whore.

Lena stepped inside wearing a loose hoodie and nothing underneath, I could tell by the way her nipples poked the fabric and how short the hem was on her bare thighs. She closed the door and locked it this time. “You shouldn’t be here,” I said, voice rough as I set down the wrench. My hands were still dirty from earlier work. “Victoria is watching us now. This could wreck everything.” She walked right up to me anyway, pushing her body against mine. “I know. I tried to stay in my room, telling myself this is stupid and risky. But my pussy keeps aching for you, Jay. I can’t stop thinking about how you feel inside me, and how you make me come so hard I forget my own name.”

He tries to reach her after her nap to find her fighting near him even without her awareness, all this while he is silent and patient, but to try to make his queen jealous of his property, this is not acceptable. Larissa stood on her comfortable sofa where she was reading as usual, so that she spends her time reading and traveling to places she visited with Kayden in the past, still living among the walls of illusion. Mark entered the room, ignoring her presence, took off his clothes and went to the bathroom.

“Once the visitors had left for the day, Emma cleaned the rooms. Nothing was mentioned by her. Mrs. Hastings took another look at the weapon. Uncle Sheridan re-joined them after stomping down the stairs. “Nothing.” As Darien had guessed. Like her sister, the woman was a mystery. Uncle Sheridan, hurry up. Let’s speak with the little lady once more. Darien crouched over Larissa’s hospital bed with tension seething through every pore as Uncle Sheridan stood close with his arms folded. Uncle Sheridan was really frustrated with Trevor since he still couldn’t find him. Larissa appeared to be a charming, innocent angel with her face shrouded in sleep. Nevertheless the heart of a warrior beat within

She walked straight to a corner table where another lady was already seated. Zenith’s eyes widened as she recognized her…Larrisa. One of Alex’s former girlfriends. Zenith whispered inaudibly, “Very interesting.” Then slid into the chair right behind them, his back turned casually to them. He picked up the menu but didn’t read a single word. Every nerve in his body tuned toward their voices. “Derby, are you saying Lucas is gay?” Larrisa asked, her voice low but tense. Zenith’s grip tightened on the menu.

"Lots and lots of books." "Ah, you must have found the hidden p**n section of the library," Laz jokes as he sits down next to us. "One of the previous Legacies had a part-time job writing erotica. She didn't need the money, she just liked writing naughty things and knowing her words were making people orgasm around the world." My cheeks are burning. It is one thing talking about these things to Nyx, but sometimes I forget that there are seven other people at this table with us and that some of them might be listening in.