Lila Rossi Bashing Ao3 Novels & Stories

"Even though we didn't hear the details of what he said to you, we all heard that he was yelling at you which only means one thing... You're no longer protected by him in this school, and I will show you what it means to be vulnerable as a teacher with no protection." I yawned, obviously bored at the conversation that was going on. "I'll be waiting." She looked like she wanted to get physical with me, but something held her back, and a smirk crawled up her face. "Even if no one knows yet, everyone suspects that both of you are constantly fucking." She giggled. "Why, Mrs. Lyla? Your husband can't keep up with your desires? Or are you scared of having his infected and rotten penis in you? Don'

“Okay. I’ll call and cancel. Let me know when you want to set this up again.” Something was telling me there wouldn’t be a midnight yacht ride in the future, but I didn’t say that to him. Instead, I thanked him and then disconnected the mindlink. “They are never going to talk to me again,” Lila continued to cry; now she had tears streaming down her face. “And Matty will hate me even more.” “Who the hell is Matty?” I found myself asking a little too harshly. “A guy who hates me because I’m a Volana,” Lila pouted. “He says my kind is dangerous. He won’t even give m a chance.”

Lila shouted before composing herself into a whisper once again, “don't lecture me about fair Azreal, she is human! She knows nothing of the danger we-” “NO!” Azreal spoke so firmly to his mate she was a little hurt by his tone “You are wrong Lila, she is not human she is an Omega,” Azreal brushed his knuckles against her cheek speaking softer this time “the mate of an Original Li, you above all should know how strong she is” he reached up and cupped her cheek with his hand “Do not underestimate her calm naive nature for weakness my love, she is stronger than any of us understand, she chose to love a wolf even before she knew the man and now she is choosing to save the wolf at the risk of he

Walking around the bed, I stood over her and sighed for the umpteenth time. “What the hell are you doing in Armani’s wife’s room, Leo?” I asked myself, still staring at her beautiful face. Despite the streaks of blood and the fatigue etched on her features, she still looked so gorgeous. When Armani told me his father had ordered him to get married, I expected it to be someone like him – someone who didn’t give two fucks about what her husband did or who he did it with. But Lila didn’t look like that kind of person. Her eyes shone with so many emotions down at the torture room that it was hard to figure out what she was thinking.

She felt like a predator. Dante had made his last mistake. He'd reminded her who she was. And who she was wasn't his wife. Wasn't his trophy. Wasn't his anything. She was Livia Rossi. And today, she was taking back everything he'd stolen.

“You actually did it, Mom. You collared the little slut.” Elena laughs and curls her fingers, making me whimper. “She’s been desperate for it. Look how wet she is. Already squirted once like a broken faucet.” Lila drops to her knees in front of me. She’s eighteen, same as me, but always so confident, so cruelly pretty. She grabs my chin, forcing me to look at her. “Been touching yourself thinking about us, haven’t you?” she whispers. “I hear you through the wall every night. Moaning like a bitch in heat.”

She brought it to her nose, inhaling the foreign perfume with twisted fascination. “Fuck you, Ryan,” she whispered. Her free hand slid down her stomach, fingers brushing over smooth skin until they found her already slick folds. She was wet—angrier and more aroused than she had been in years. She circled her clit slowly at first, teasing, reading Mia’s messages again. *“I came so hard on your cock last night I couldn’t walk straight.”* Lila moaned softly and pushed two fingers inside herself, curling them the way she liked. Her hips rocked against her hand. She imagined Ryan’s face when he eventually found out. Imagined him walking in on her like this—lost in pleasure that had nothing to do

The breeze washed over my body but I did not feel a thing, didn’t shiver or tremble, instead, I was numb, insensate, distorted from the world’s disturbances. But that wasn’t true, was it? I was disturbed, broken in fact- a conundrum built by tragedy and pain. And it intensified when the belt buckle crinkled, ringing bells that was shrill AND soul-crushing. I guess I should change the conception about myself- Orson Liliana, an unfortunate prey whose bones were crushed under the teeth of its predators. And the predators? They loomed over me like a dark cloud, after unleashing A storm that flooded my world with me in it.

“Make them hear.” She moaned again, tugging my hair, pressing her body against me. "Oh my God, Damian! Fvck... you're so..." Across the pool, Lila pushed off Wesley’s lap, her glare locked on me even harder. Wesley stood with her, his arm was around her waist. Her glare could have set me on fire, but all it did was make my c0ck harder. “Lila, what’s wrong?” Wesley asked. “Nothing,” she snapped, her eyes were still burning into me.

Hey everyone, it's been a while since you last heard from me. I have been doing great between Starmainia, Bluestoria, and the rest of the Crites on this planet. I am still the wild Jessblue you all know and love. I have yet to find love or another mate again. LD will always be the heart and love of my life. No one could ever fill that void. I have accepted this reality, and I am okay knowing I could never love another Bampire. However, this does not stop me from having all the wild and incredible sex a Bampire can have. Whether I mind fuck you or fuck you, I'm having a wild ride. What can I say? Who does not want a little bit of me in their life? Anyway, since Cristina has been gone, guess w