Matthew Gray Gubler Hot Novels & Stories

Walking back to his study he took his seat and stared at his bruised knuckles which were healing. He breathed deeply a couple of times to calm himself down. He hates rapists. The underworld knows him as a Grim Reaper but for many women, he was the source of justice. Sighing, he drank a glass of water to relax a little. Opening his laptop he opened the file where the live footage of his mansion was showing in small boxes. His eyes roamed the screen before he clicked one of the boxes and the footage covered the whole screen. She was in the lounge cleaning.

His eyes were like glaciers, with traces of blood vessels still visible. In a menacing tone, he said to Gabriella, “Considering you’re the one who gave birth to me, I’ll pretend I never heard what you said to me today. But if you ever bring this up again, don’t blame me for what I’ll do.” Gabriella’s pupils constricted. She could tell from Matthew's tone that he was being serious. If she really pushed him, he might do something to her. She remained silent, temporarily setting this agenda aside. It seemed like Matthew still had some feelings for Lucy even though she was already dead. However, the living always had an advantage over the dead. All she had to do was tug at his heartstrings.

Kenji’s palms cupped my breasts, pinching my nipples into aching peaks as his teeth grazed my shoulder, and Atlas knelt between my spread thighs, his tongue already delving into my wetness with that artistic flair. “Fuck, you’re absolutely dripping for us,” Callan groaned, his cock grinding against my thigh. “You want all four cocks, don’t you, our greedy little photographer?” “Yes,” I gasped as Atlas’s fingers curled inside me, hitting my G-spot with devastating accuracy. Mateo claimed my mouth in a slow, deep kiss that contrasted the chaos. “Good girl,” he murmured against my lips.

Larisa questioned, and Julian slowly turned his chair back to its original position. I nodded, “Matthew Gray,” I had no idea about his last name until he mentioned it in the letter. “He’s a sort of acquaintance,” Larisa looked at me astonished, “The Gamma’s son is your acquaintance and The Alpha is your boyfriend. Wow cupcake, you’re catching boys like pokemons,” “He really is an acquaintance,” I said with confidence in my voice. “Sure he is… if he was a human. You don’t know how fast Werewolves go… I mean literally and figuratively.”

I am telling myself not to fall for the emotions he is displaying because I am on the right track. "You hate me that much?" he requires. "Yes," I try not to stammer. "You are lying," he says, cocking his head to the side. "I am your mate, your present, and your future. You can't reject me because deep in your heart, you know very well how much you want me. You can't lie to me because my touch renders you powerless. I command your body and it responds without demur. You want me so bad, I can sense your arousal because I am your fucking mate!" he says with a devilish smirk. I swallow down my embarrassment. How dare he interfere with my privacy? He has no right to know what is going on in my bo

When I picked up my phone off the nightstand on my side of the bed, I heard him grunt commodity under his breath before going back into the restroom. At least he tried. I was busy on my phone for the coming ten twinkles replying to some arbitrary textbooks that I'd ignored for the last couple of days and scrolling through I*******m and Snapchat before ultimately Matteo came out the shower. I shamelessly leered his body as he walked from his restroom past the bed to his closet, knowing he was giving me a weird look." I do not understand you Gabby. I literally offer myself to you on a tableware server and you reject me every time but also you gawk at me like I am the only manly left on earth."

"C'mon, don't be like that. You know you love me." Luther scoffs loud enough to rattle the damn windows. "Yeah, yeah," he grumbles. "You're lucky you're funny." A grin pulls at my mouth as I steal another fry. "And hot. Don't forget hot." He groans like I've single-handedly exhausted him for the night. "Gray's got himself one hell of a woman." My smile falters for the tiniest second before I manage to recover it. Yeah. I really hope Gray still feels that way after tonight.

97. LUTHER "Ahhh!"Marlon has to press his hand over my mouth, the walls are pretty thin, and we don't want to get kicked out so late at night. My toes curl as Marlon's long dick reaches a length I never imagined existed inside of me. His eyes stare deep into my soul, and I think that he is intoxicated. One minute, I'm worried about his ass that got beaten up by those boys, and now he is fucking me through the mattress.

Grey growled, gripping my hips harder before returning between my legs, drawing his tongue through every sensitive spot. My legs wobbled. My body shivered. My skin became feverish. My feelings were a mess. Grey, the powerful Mafia boss, the killer, the one who owned me, was on his knees before me. The sole sight filled me with an odd blend of fear, embarrassment, and wicked excitement.

I said and slowly walked away from the bed and went to sit down on the couch opposite the bed,still naked. I heard a lady's heel and I looked up to see a lady in a black suit, she was putting on a Tumblr. She stood in front of Gray and removed her suit. Now in panties and a bra he walked over to naked Gray and went on her knees without a word. No! Gray's not doing this shit in front of me right.? How disgusting. I watched as the lady went down and took Gray's king into her mouth. Gray didn't remove his gaze on me. I swallowed and stared on, I tried looking away but it was difficult. Why is he doing this?