Mega Man Bad Guys Novels & Stories

she said, and walked away slowly swaying her hip seductively. The stranger eyes followed her every move, he waited for over five minutes before following suit, his cock was already swelling as he drew nearer to the room, he knocked once and entered only to find her sitting on the counter, legs slightly apart swinging her panties with one finger. Every girl has the bad girl vibe and Serena knew she had one deep inside of her, but she never for once show that side to Simon who was the gentle easy going type, but with this stranger looking at her with pure lust in his eyes, Serena knew she had to bring up the bad girl vibe for him to know she was also a game.

the voice threatens me. Jeez, what's up this guy's butt? "No? But I'm up for some thumb wrestling." I don't hear another reply. Maybe he has had enough of me and left. I jump back as I hear the door unlock. Shit, is he actually coming to kick my ass? I haven't finished my training in fighting yet! The door creaks open, and I find myself staring at a short, buff man. Not the same guy who kidnapped me. Someone different.

“Listen, Jackie. I know you’re very stubborn but I won’t force you to believe me but I need you to stay the fuck away from that man. A friend… The girl, Maddie?” My heart ached at the mention of the girl’s name. I gritted my teeth and looked away from him. “That guy is her ex and he is not a good person. He is abusive and how he knows you is very suspicious. Plese, trust me.” I sighed. I was fed up with his words and really tired. My back and feet were hurting and my bed called to me from miles away. “Lucas, thanks for the information but I’m fine. Now, excuse me,” I said and opened the door then walked out.

The only times we called were to ask about things in the room or if any one of us were around to pick up something for the other. "Do you think he's romantic?" Andrea asked. I groaned. "I don't know. I don't know that guy like that and I've told you he's bad news. Like the bad boy type of bad news. He doesn't care about people's feelings, Andrea." She shrugged. "You've told me before but a bad boy is my type. They are good in bed, hot, sexy, protective, possessive, and love hard when they fall for someone for the first time."

she wiped her tears. **** *** **** *** **** The room was shrouded in darkness, the only sounds were the loud, crazy moans and the slapping of laps. "Gosh" "More baby, more please" His d**k inside her filling all of her, every inch of her. She wants him so badly, she's a bitch afterall, her eyes rolled as he banged her madly, her loud moans filled the room. Kade Gilbert, a rich playboy notorious for his psychotic behavior, was relentless in his pursuit of pleasure. He didn't care about anything or anyone, living life on his own terms, no matter how wild or bad they seemed.

"Stay behind me." I looked past him and suddenly saw what had his hackles up; a group of hulking men in camo hunting gear, toting some very large guns, and in one man's case an actual machete. Another had an axe, but not like a firewood axe, like a battle axe. About six or seven of these burly surlies were blocking our path ahead. Damn, right when it was about to get good, too… *** "You alright, Miss?" The biggest, burliest of the men asked me.

Gabriel unties me without cumming in my ass and makes me stand in front of everyone with nothing but a cockring, harness and collar. “What you see before you is a beautiful birthday boy. My Boy! My Bad Boy who I love with all my heart! My Bad Boy who will be in my bed tonight and always, if I have it my way…Rhett, Sweetheart...I would like to show you the sample for the custom leather pieces I am having made for you and I so that we can have a matching set. I will commission matching pisces for when Rachelle earns her collar as well,” Gabriel says, presenting a beautiful black piece of leather, stamped with a wave pattern and stained with hints of blue and green.

It’s like she’s a magnet for these sorts of men. Wallace and a host of my mom’s past boyfriends put together cannot afford a knock-off diamond ring much less the real thing. There’s something about this change that stirs an unfamiliar feeling inside of me. “Well, his name is James if that counts for anything. He’s probably a dick like Sullivan Junior.”

The fight has already begun. Nate sharply evades a deadly blow from his opponent, a massive muscular guy who looks like a grim tattoo drawboard with so many black tattoos coating almost the entire skin of his back and running down his fighting arms. The overhead lights illuminating the fighting ring spread and shine on the guy's sweaty back, and I gulp in a tainted breath of air immediately my eyes catch a swift image of a particular single tattoo on his back bearing only one name. Killer. And his sculpted, thuggy body frame and face really makes him look like one.

Gams asked and Megan glared at him "It was your late Dad, he was the one who killed Axton's Dad, he's the man under the veil" "That's not true, My Dad was a cop!!!" "No Megan, your Dad was a Mafia lord hiding under the face of a cop" Gams said and Megan's eyes widened