Mister Untouchable Novels & Stories

came the response, and Carol's stomach performed that traitorous flip it always did at the sound of his voice. They made their way through the living room, past the leather sofa where Carol had sat countless times pretending to watch movies while secretly cataloging every movement Mr. Rich made when he passed through. The kitchen opened up before them, all granite countertops and stainless steel appliances, and there he was. Mr. Rich stood at the island, still in his work clothes—dark slacks and a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was chopping vegetables with practiced efficiency, a cutting board before him and a pan already heating on the stove. He looked up whe

POV: Hazel Foster's hands trembled as he pulled a folded paper from his coat, and I realized he had been carrying this truth on his body the entire night, waiting for the right moment, or perhaps the courage, to let it go into the open air between us. "His name was Andre Salt," Foster said, smoothing the paper flat against the desk with a care that suggested he had unfolded and refolded it many times before tonight. "A freelance driver, hired through a shell company that traced back through three layers before it finally landed on someone I never expected."

"No one’s going to bite." Ana inhaled deeply and stepped forward, she could see past clusters of men in tailored suits, their gazes lingering as she walked by. She kept her chin up, reminding herself she was in control. And then she saw him. Throne Lancaster. A man who commanded the entire room without uttering a single word. A very wealthy man, everyone knew who he was, Throne Lancaster. She had only seen him on T.V shows, in different interviews on his company. Even she knew his name. CEO of Majesties, a billion-dollar luxury brand specializing in high-end footwear. Ruthless in business. Cold, calculating, and dangerously attractive.

they shook hands together. Katalina cleared her throat when the waiter’s face turned as red as a tomato. “So, don’t you like him? I-I mean, people, love and patronize him. Do you?” Preston shook his head. “Not at all. I heard a rumor that Hunter is a mafia boss and he sells human organs.” Fire ignites in her heart and brought back her fuel of writing. “Really? How about you join me here at the table and let’s have a conversation about this.”

“He’s not just that. He’s David Geezran. The most untouchable man in this company.” Untouchable? What does that even mean? I frowned, but before I could ask what she meant, she added, “He’s known to be extremely cold. Hardly speaks. Very, very sensitive.” I stiffened at that. My hoody and sweatpants......I glanced down at them. “Wait…” I whispered. “You think I offended him?” Her eyes darted toward him, then back to me. “I don’t know. He doesn’t react to anyone. But he keeps looking at you.”

He raised his sharp head, his cold eyes instantly scanning my wild, messy hair, my deeply flushed face, and the rumpled, damp state of my clothes. A mocking smirk spread across his sharp features, his voice dripping with pure disgust. "Well, look at you," Victor mocked cruelly. "Enjoying your life, aren't you? Your hair is an absolute mess, and you look completely used. I guess three billionaire men really do keep a woman busy. Go on, run upstairs. I don't want to smell their filth on you." The sheer audacity of his words sliced through my mind, but I was entirely too tired and horny to even speak through my deep frustration.

“Aaron, I think I twisted my ankle.” Aaron immediately picked her up. He looked worried. “Rachel, are you okay? I’ll take you somewhere to rest.” The spoiled brats nearby, drawn by the commotion, began whispering and pointing at me. “The Saddler family's heiress is fighting over a man with her illegitimate sister. What a disgrace. To think they’re the most prestigious of the four major families. Turns out she isn't any better than the rest of us.” Aaron looked at me grimly.

He rolled out from under him and gained control of Justin by putting him in a full on headlock with his huge ass arms. "Pearl should have thought about that before she tried to double cross me," Mister hissed at Justin, who was still struggling to free himself. "I don't give a fuck if she lives or dies now, since it was so fucking easy for her to betray me," he almost whined in Justin's ear. Justin was instantly enraged at what Mister had just said to him and before he even knew what he was doing he had transformed and turned on Mister. He grabbed Mister by the throat and pinned him to the floor, and then, without even thinking, he began to shake him violently.

"I haven't lived there for two months. It's dusty." Isolde was momentarily speechless again. "With your money, don't you hire regular cleaners?" Bruce offered no answer. He walked straight into the master bedroom, moved with the familiarity of habit, opened a suitcase she had no idea he brought, and began undressing as though no one else existed. Isolde followed him and stopped short. He shrugged off his black coat, then unbuttoned the shirt beneath it, one button at a time. Fabric slipped away, revealing a near perfect body inch by inch.

Mister handsome grabbed a new towel napkin, and he started using it to clean the bloodstain on my body. "Do you still want to know my name or do you prefer calling me Mister handsome?" He asked as he used the napkin to clean my pussy. His hand in-between my leg made me close my eyes because I'm expecting more. I don't mind if he fuck my pussy once more because I need it. "Pumpkin!" Mister handsome called out my name because I was lost. "I...Mister handsome is what you should be called." I mumble as I close my eyes. "I'm only planning on washing you up, and I don't plan on having sex with you." He declared, which made me chuckle.