Lila Rossi Bashing Ao3 Novels & Stories

They came loudly, collapsing together in a sweaty, satisfied heap among the books. But as they caught their breath, Lila’s phone buzzed again. Another message from Serena. *Tick tock. And tell your little artist whore I have more than photos. I have proof your mother was involved in some very shady deals before she married Victor. Choose wisely.* The storm was closing in. Ronan’s arms tightened around her. “We’ll face it together.” Lila nodded, but inside, the fear mixed with a thrill she couldn’t deny. Their forbidden fire was spreading — and neither of them wanted to put it out.

Lucien stepped aside, giving me space without a word. I tried to picture Ava’s face, and I did, clear enough in my mind—beautiful, oval, with calm almond eyes. But this bitch was something else entirely—round face, doe-like eyes that held a quiet, unsettling pull, thick lips I almost wanted to crash mine against, and curves far more pronounced than I cared to admit. “Okay… then welcome to my world, Rossella.” I said, a hand resting on Lucien’s shoulder. “Boss… do you think this is a good idea?” Lucien asked, his voice tight with concern.

“Jesus, Lila. That was some of your hottest shit yet. The boss is gonna love this one—taboo stepdad stuff is trending like crazy.” I collapsed onto the mattress, chest heaving, body covered in sweat, cum, and my own squirt. My pussy still twitched, aching for something—someone—bigger. Victor. Always Victor. For four years I’d been sneaking off to this studio three times a week, building a secret career as Lila Rose, the innocent-faced girl who took the most depraved gangbangs, double penetrations, and filthy kinks. It started right after Dad’s funeral, when money got tight and Mom’s new husband made my body burn with forbidden need. I needed the escape. I needed the money. And most of all, I

Please take the warning seriously, this story is not about your everyday romance. This will at times turn DARK with explicit contents that you may not be comfortable with. And if you don't like sensitive subjects this may not be good book to read for you. It's for above 18 and especially for the readers who think that they can handle such Hero. Antonio Rossi is definitely not a safe hero and is hard to love. But you know, how we love to hate them!!!! No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means,

Anastasia took a deep breath, wondering if she had taken the right decision. She knew that Raul had massacred the people of Draoidh kingdom after they had a waged a war against Vilinski some eight years back. Nyles continued... “And how do you think a queen who had abandoned her throne, who doesn't have a kingdom, whose people hardly remain, is going to help you? Where will you find her? Milady, they are like apparitions, they don't exist. And I am scared that in our pursuit of something impossible, we would fall into the hands of the demon wolf of Lorea.” she breathed..

Well, he had but not like the other princes who had fucked the women they had more than a couple of times already. Just what insane stamina did they have? But then they were lycans. They were stronger and superior to ordinary wolves so obviously, they had to have a greater sex drive. I imagined how high Jasper’s sex drive was and immediately blushed. Ever since I had seen Edriel make the girl moan, I had that scene etched into my mind. Only that it was Jasper, doing everything he did to me. Why the hell was I imagining my captor doing dirty things to me?

Lila told her spitefully this time, peering hard at Monalisa who peered at her, tears flowing from her eyes down her cheeks. Lila and Annabel were the only family she had known and no matter how much she tried to please them, they still treated her badly and now she could see that they even wanted her dead and this hurt her even more. "Leave my house this minute Monalisa," Lila said authoritatively and spitefully, gesturing for her to leave the house. "You have to stay outside tonight, I guess that would make you learn that you are nothing but a slave," Lila told her again, recalling how Rosy and Monalisa’s Dad, Bryan had kissed each other so passionately the day she had bumped into them, s

Tobi’s POV Seeing Lila leaning in the doorway, teasing and radiant, I caught a glimpse of the spark I’d missed in her. I leaned in close, letting my lips brush her ear as I whispered. She trembled beneath me, and when she yanked me into a kiss, I could already smell her arousal blooming. The heat of it stirred something primal inside me, and I pressed her back against the wall with barely contained restraint.

BLAISE Lila never ceases to amaze me with her actions. I now had no doubt that she was destined to be my mate. The moon goddess had woven our fates together for a reason. She was fiery yet undeniably cute. I had restrained myself for far too long, haunted by the memory of my love for Aurora and the fact that Lila was the sister of the man who had taken her life. But the mate bond and the ancient prophecy had played huge roles in binding us, making it impossible to resist any longer. Now, Lila had become the air I longed to breathe. Contrary to my fears that she would always remind me of the painful death of my late Luna, but instead being around Lila brought me peace and contentment.

“We’re already planning the Thirtieth. Seven hundred men. A full month. And we’re going to breed you again while they watch.” Lila, voice raw and body aching with deep satisfaction, smiled softly between the two men who owned her completely. “I can’t wait,” she whispered. “Use me until the day I die. Fill me. Break me. Love me like this forever.” The ocean whispered its eternal approval. The obsession had become legend. And the legend would continue — darker, deeper, filthier, and more beautiful with every passing year.