Mammon X Reader Novels & Stories

“ Sebastian, “ Her voice was now stinking of erotic lust, she wanted me. I shifted her panties to the side and inhaled it up close, then I slowly swipped my tongue up and down her vagina outskirts. “ How many times did he suck you dry like I did? “ I got a claustrophobic moan instead. “ Arch that waist and ride my fingers. “ I commanded her. My other personality, Mammon was behind the order. He began to fuck her pussy with his fingers rapidly and hot. He went above her and laid his head on her pelvic, close to her vagina as though he was listening to the sounds emitted from digital insertion. The fingering got sticky, faster and with every hit landed with a strong force. Mammon began to moan

“You will remember ever sordid detail of fucking your nephew and it will haunt you for the rest of your life.” She straightens her body, smiling sweetly. “Of course the memories will only come back to you once your betrayal is confirmed to Lucifer. Isn’t that great?” She asks, walking towards the exit. She snaps her fingers as she reaches the exit, watching the show begin. Within seconds Mammon launches herself at young me, ripping my clothes off, dropping to her knees as she takes my hardened cock into her mouth. Moaning loudly she greedily takes my cock in and out of her mouth, sucking noises filling the room.

"We met at a conference and clicked and now she's pregnant." A giant grin broke out on his mother's face. "I'm getting another grandbaby?" "Yes, I supposed you are." "I have to meet this woman." Alex put up his hands. "We're not together." "But you are going to be part of this woman's life right? And this baby's." "Yes, of course. I don't shy away from my responsibilities." "I know that Alex, but I want to meet her. What's her name?" "Amelia. She's now working for my company. She's a white hat hacker," Alex said.

My mind replayed the feel of his hand on my waist, the stretch of his fingers, the cold precision in his voice as he priced each part of me. Five hundred and five million. The number repeated in my head like a curse. But all I badly wanted was for Damien to come back and fuck me, and I hated myself more because I wanted the man who destroyed my life to fuck me so hard till I passed out.

Nothing could change her mind again. Her lips twitched into a smile, one that vanished as quickly as they came. “Where you went wrong was falling inlove with Ignazio! That monster!” “He is not a monster!” Isabella snapped! Unable to contain the pain and anger that was fomenting within. Amma stilled for a few seconds, but she covered the action with a chuckle, a dry rough chuckle. “You are defending him? A man who has killed thousand of people without remorse? What makes him different from a monster.”

The metal links glinted coldly in the moonlight. “Xavier… what are those for?” I whispered, my voice small and shaky. I was so innocent in these things. My only experience came from the forbidden romance novels I hid under my pillow — stories that suddenly felt far too tame compared to the reality of this man. He smirked, that dangerous, possessive smile that made my core clench. “To make sure my shy little Velvet can’t run away while I claim what’s mine.” His voice was low and rough. “Hands up, princess.”

"Oh, Alex. Don't cry, son. If you cry like this then how will mummy stay here? I'm here for work. If I don't work then how will I pay them back the money I brought for your surgery?" The other side was silent. He must be sad. And feeling lonely. What am I doing here? There my son is in pain and here I'm searching for love? When did I become so selfish? "Monkey." "Yes, Mumma." "Do you want to meet Mumma?" "Yes, are you coming home?" I could feel his excitement and joy on the phone. And a bright smile broke into my lips. "Yes, my boy. Tomorrow is the weekend. I'll come to meet my monkey. Are you happy now?"

I pulled my phone out in the hallway, and the words from my father are still burned into my retinas. [Father]: 'Have you killed the boy yet?' Alpha Brandon Salvador. The man who expects blood for blood. I'm supposed to be a killer, but I'm acting like a lovesick hound. I clench my jaw, shoving the phone back into my pocket. Later. I will deal with the blood debt later. We're halfway across the courtyard when Miller nudges my shoulder. "Hey," he says, his voice easy but edged with something predatory. "Isn't that your latest toy over there?"

I commented as I helped Camila lay down, covering her with a light blanket in the crib. "Unlikely," Jaxon laughed. "We'll figure it out, though. Can I read to her today?" "Of course," I agreed instantly with a smile. There was something about watching Jaxon with our child that just made my heart melt. Part of me had been worried that he wouldn't be able to access this softer side of him after a lifetime of mafia business. He'd surprised me in the best possible way. I felt so happy that he was Camilla's father and I just knew he'd be an amazing father to our next child too.

I was surprised when he agreed to give his daughter so easily. Damon : What do you mean. I said while still glaring at the picture in my hand. Max: I mean she's the way for him to achieve more success. But he agreed to give her to us. So easily. I let out a sarcastic laugh. Damon: They all are just greedy for my money. Fucking gold diggers. For them emotions doesn't matter. But if she thinks that playing with my brother is not a big deal then I will prove her wrong.