Mara Sov Sexy Novels & Stories

Out of the corner of my eyes, I see Ariel pick something glittery from my dresser and everything suddenly adds up. "Wait a minute!!!! You were invited to the mafia ball?!!!" Ariel went into a frenzy as she read the details aloud. "You have zero idea how lucky you are, sis" I snatch the invite also out of her hands and drag her to sit. "Stop it already, I'm not even going" "What?! Are you kidding me!!??" Ariel's eyes bulge out of their sockets in shock. "I don't belong there" "Whatever that means. You're wife to the top mafia lord, ofcourse you belong there."

She simply shrugged and flipped her hair. Greg sipped his wine, hiding his grin. He’d always admired Monee’s natural sass. An epitome of an Alpha female. Bold, straightforward, and completely unapologetic. “You little liar!” She spat out, though more silently now. “I’m older than you,” he shot back. And bigger and taller too. Monee leaned in closer to him, bringing her nose to his neck and sniffing. “Fresh air my ass! You’re scent marked!” “Hush,” he barked out sternly but without raising his voice.

“Please? Just one lesson. I need to learn how to do that thing with your voice...where it sounds like a threat and a promise at the same time!” I scoffed. “Sorry, babe. You want to stare down Alphas, you need to practice on live idiots. Find yourself a dangerous man, survive, and come back to me.” Mara was still grinning, eyes alight with mischief. “It was like watching a wrestling match and a porno and a mafia movie all rolled into one! That was so… hot. Like, scary-hot.” Maya leaned in closer, dropping her voice to a whisper. “Does Kane always get that intense?”

“SOME CHILDREN ARE SIMPLY BORN WITH TRAGEDY IN THEIR BLOOD.” SOFIA. "Fuck." Marco sits down on the edge of his bed, his head in his hands. "Fuck. This is bad. This is really bad." The tears spill over. I'm crying again, for the hundredth time tonight, and I can't stop. Can't hold it together anymore.

Mara “Fuck….yeahh”, My boss, Marcus growled as his grip tightened in my hair, pulling my face deeper onto his throbbing cock, that monstrous thing with its flushed pink tip sliding over my tongue. I tasted salt as his precum hit the back of my throat. I could feel the veins pulsing against my lips, while the projector's harsh light shone across the office walls, and my own desperate moans from that stupid leaked video mixed with the wet, obscene sounds I was making now.

Mara said evenly. Meanwhile, Dilraba, Susan, and Killian met again, and this time, they planned against Mara more effectively. "Mara is not ordinary; she can beat people up with one hand. What do you think we can do to get her?" Killian asked. "Why don't you get her drunk and make her sleep with Killian?" Susan suggested. Killian smiled. "Seems like you don't know what a demon she is. I have researched her well. Mara is just like a fish; she doesn't get drunk easily. Just dash that idea," he said.

Mara cried out, her nails clawing his chest as she rode him, grinding, bouncing, every movement hers. The Second’s gaze burned holes through her. She met his eyes, panting, her body rocking hard. “Don’t think I forgot you.” With one hand, she reached for him, wrapping her fingers around his cock, stroking as she rode the First. The Second groaned low, thrusting into her grip, his breath ragged. Mara moaned, caught between them, fire consuming her. “Yes,” she gasped. “Both of you. Mine.” The First bucked beneath her, desperate to take control, but Mara slammed her hand against his chest, pinning him down. “Stay down,” she ordered.

Two of my warriors—Blaze and Rowan—step out of the trees behind me. They freeze. They look at me. Then at her. Then back at me. Blaze mouths silently, Did our Alpha just propose to a human? Rowan whispers, “Is he sick? Cursed? Should we call the healer?” I want the ground to swallow me. My mate stares at me like I’m completely insane. Then she says the words that shatter my pride in the dumbest way possible: “No. I don’t marry kidnappers or shirtless men!” She turns to run.

She burst out laughing. "I'm not doing that!" "Oh yes, you are! And you know who inspired me? That little tramp Giovanna, the one you let slip away. When I met her, she smelled so good, like cotton candy. Of course, I made the idiot change her perfume and start using a horrible one." Mara let out a cackle that showed exactly what a witch she was. "You know what I think, Mara? I think you're dying of jealousy over Giovanna. Yeah, because that girl is gorgeous! Perfect little face and a body that's insane, with all the right curves, tiny waist, perky butt and those..."

Before I know it, I’m fully hard, harder than ever and I slam myself into her pussy. “Oh, Goddess. Yes, Alpha. Just like that!” Her moans pull my attention away from the memory of my mate’s scent. I grab her hair and push her face closer to the mattress to help muffle her voice. I close my eyes and transport back to the beach. Each crash of the wave is matched with a thrust of my hips. Before I know it, I’m on the brink of cumming. I continue to fuck Mara and she is loving it. Her juices are coating my dick and my upper thighs. I feel myself about to cum and I quickly pull out and shoot my load across her ass cheeks. I’m breathing heavy as I back away from the bed. Mara collapses on her bed