Novel & Cerita Lila Rossi Bashing Ao3

“Voss is keeping her until she can’t walk straight—bet he knotted her so deep she’s still full of come right now.” “Eyes glassy, thighs rubbing together like she’s still cock-drunk. Smell that? She’s creaming herself at the table.” “Full fucking omega heat. Dripping like a faucet. Voss is turning her into his personal breeding whore.” I kept my head down, tray untouched, coffee scalding my tongue as I gulped it down to hide the tremble in my hands. Lila slid into the seat across from me anyway, eyes wide with a mix of worry and something darker—envy, maybe fear, maybe both. “Rose… you look wrecked. You *smell* like you’ve been—” Her voice dropped to a whisper, cheeks pink. “Did he finally… y

It was just long enough for her to rest her cheek on it, and her pussy was at the other end, at the perfect height for the guy behind her to step in and start fucking her pussy as soon as he was ready. In the meantime, though, tears were streaming down her face as he spanked her glowing ass. She was in the middle of the second task for her contest with her friend Brooke. After being humiliated, exposed, and fucked in the middle of a club by an old security guard, she’d gone home and showered vigorously. Brooke had called just after she’d gotten out of the shower, and they both had related their first tasks to each other. Even though Lila was dying to find out what else her friend would have

“Oh, I’ve done a lot of reading. You really should be more careful what you burn and what you bury. Especially when it comes to those you claim to protect.” “Don’t,” Lila warned. But Arika’s words twisted like thorns. “Two Alphas in love with one woman. Quite the scandal. And yet, here you are, sneaking around like they’re figments of your imagination. Tell me, do they know the real you? Or just the pretty lies you whisper when you’re curled in their bed?” The punch landed fast and silent—an invisible blow to Lila’s composure. But she didn’t flinch outwardly. She couldn’t. Not now.

The pressure sent a pulse of pure need straight through me. Lila was still cooing over the photos, oblivious. Cassian’s thumb traced slow circles now, pressing just enough that I felt it in my clit with every heartbeat. I stared fixedly at the laptop screen, lips caught between my teeth, terrified a sound would slip out. When the transfer finished, Lila stretched like a satisfied cat, kissed his cheek, and stood. “I’ll see myself out,” she purred. “Call me when you’re ready for round two.”

His face fell. And then I made my choice. “Protect me.” The command rippled through the air. The corrupted mates surged forward Not toward Ryker. But toward my pack. Cliffhanger: Lila unleashes the corrupted mates against her own people and the battle between love and control finally begins.

Again he stopped. Lila was crying now — real tears of overwhelming need. Her entire body trembled within the black silk rope. Her pussy was visibly pulsing, clenching around nothing, slick and swollen and dripping onto the polished floor. The Shibari held her perfectly open, perfectly helpless. The cool glass against her nipples made them ache. The warm air kissed her exposed flesh. The scent of her own arousal mixed with Marcus’s expensive cologne and the metallic tang of rain.

She screams as we make a run for it. "Praise Selene that woman is crazy, "Rosie says as we book it to the car, but I was starting to put things together now, and made me sick. When we get in the car all I can do is stare out the window. "What was that all about? What did she mean?" Rosie asked, I slowly turn to her and swallow, "She fell in love with a Hunter. She was a fucking mole..." The sad part was, Lilia was probably being used as well.

LILA Lyric dragged me away. She stopped in front of a narrow linen closet, shoved the shelves aside, and opened a hidden door behind them. I followed her down a spiral stairwell into a room filled with old candles and broken charms. She grabbed a cracked wooden box off the shelf and dropped it onto the floor between us, then knelt, pulled off the lid, and spilled out a dozen cowries, each painted with symbols I used to recognize in sleep. “I sent you these,” she said, voice low, fingers moving across them like they were still warm. “One every month. One after every moon. You never replied.”

“Wesley, you need to rest, your body has already been through enough.” But I pushed her hand away. “Where is she?” I repeated, voice hoarse, desperate. “Why isn’t she here? Did they do something to her too?” “God! No!” Lila hissed, slapping a hand to her face in frustration. “Sometimes I don’t know whether what you feel is love or just an obsession—“ “Just answer the question, Lila!” I snapped. “She is fine! God!” She yelled. “Can you think about yourself for one second?”

She had him dripping wet just by the slight brush of her butt, Rosy wasn't like the usual innocent little flower, she had her own reasons of working as a prostitute and a stripper but she didn't hate her job instead she had claimed in the story that she enjoyed fucking the men watching them begging for her to let them fuck her, she was a sadist in a weird way. Rosy had her clothes completely pooled on the floor before she let him go making the man wanting to grab her but she smirked in a teasing way letting her naked body swirl on the pole, Alessio's greedy eyes wanted her, he needed her, he marched towards her before grabbing her waist and pinning her against the pole before he---- "What ar