Milo Manheim X Reader Novels & Stories

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS EXTREMELY GRAPHIC GANG BANG SCENES, PUBLIC SEX, DEGRADATION, MULTIPLE PARTNERS, AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. "MELANDA'S POV" My name is Melanda, and I was twenty-one years old when I made the stupidest, hottest decision of my life.

He leaned closer to the screen, like he could smell her—musk and expensive perfume. Milo unzipped fully now, cock out and heavy in his palm. Thicker than Rex's, but shorter. He spat into his hand—wet schlick—and pumped in time with the robot's thrusts. "Watch her tits bounce. Clamps from earlier? Still red." His free hand gripped the desk edge, knuckles white. The chat window popped up on his second monitor—ghost of the dead stream, frozen at 12,347 viewers. VIP_69: "More squirt next time."

I will keep Mimo beside me for the remaining months until she falls to my charm. I am sitting for almost four hours reading the manuscript, and I have enjoyed it so far. I love how Mimo describes the steamy scenes in her story, and I am surprised she even wrote down what exactly happened to us in the hotel. I am laughing so hard and notice that my dick aroused while reading that part. I sighed because I totally remembered everything, and she ruined the fun. I am ready to get her laid to plant my seed on her so she won't run away from me anymore.

"If Liam says you're tough, then I believe it. I'm Milo Reynolds, from Firebrand Base." Hayley glanced at his open hand. "Hayley Reid. Haylight Base." Then she took it. The instant their hands touched, it was like grabbing onto something burning hot. A wave of strength surged from his grip straight into her arm. Even from a simple handshake, she could feel how powerful Milo was, full of heat, energy, and an aggressive kind of life. In short, this man was all force and pressure. Milo felt it, too. He stared at her in surprise. Her hand was small, yet the power behind it was real.

The man said. He held up his hand to attract the bartender who nodded and brought two beers down. "Mia, right?" I nodded. "Good, then I found the lost girl. So, if Master Jordan is not yours, who do you belong to?" he asked sitting next to me. "I belong to Master Reed," I explained softly. The man's mouth dropped for a moment before the man's head flew back as he barked out more laughter.

the man roared, standing up. His one action received a wild reaction from the audience. A visible panic spread through the crowd as the man stood up. But it was nothing to Mila. "You must be an alpha," Mila replied calmly. "An Alpha?" the man asked, laughing sarcastically. "I AM THE ALPHA, you bitch." "You are Raul Collins?" Mila asked curiously. The alpha looked thunderstruck. The man with the book spoke, "He is the greatest alpha ever present, you cannot insult him by calling him by his name."

NORA'S POV Genevieve opened the door and standing on the other side was a man I had hoped never to see again: Milo Romano. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, his dark hair slicked back, his eyes gleaming with a predatory amusement. “Ladies,” Milo drawled, stepping into the room as if he owned it. He flashed a charming smile that did nothing to hide the menace underneath. “Milo Romano here, I hope I’m not interrupting. Nora and I have some unfinished business.”

“I still can't believe that you can change in an instant. Tell me what happened, Mila. Have your father and your brother forced you?” "No one forced me," Mila said coldly. She shifted her gaze in another direction. There were quite a number of people walking around the cafeteria. Mila can see every student and recognize them by their physical characteristics. But there was one man who had just been standing outside the cafeteria. The man was leaning against the wall, his arms folded across his chest and he didn't look like the other students. The man was wearing a denim jacket and his plaid shirt fell slightly in the back. Instantly Mila gulped nervously. The man just looked at her and rubbe

"No, thank you." "Are you into murder mystery games?" Mila looked puzzled, "No, not really." "What about blackjack?" "No, I don't play." "Do you enjoy singing?" Mila shook her head. "I only sing the national anthem." "Do you do live streams?" the man asked. Mila, also known as the artist Inkwell with a large following, was aware of live streaming but had no interest in participating. She simply said, "No." The man's frown intensified. "Are you even from Earth? You seem clueless."

" he stated. The door opened and Mila walked in, holding a tray as the aroma wafted through the room. She was smiling as she walked in. She froze in place as she stared at the redhead present in the room. "Amanda?" she called out. "Mila," Amanda smirked. * Mila's POV There was no way for me to find out who the other person might be as the book didn't say so. Guess I'll have to do the rest myself. I took the other books out from the library to the room. I will study it later.