Natasha X Reader Novels & Stories

Natasha went to a bar that night and got wasted. She paid no attention to men who are intently staring at her. She refused them when they asked her if they could drink and dance with her. They are not her type, she searched the crowded bar and look for someone who can attract her attraction. After a moment of searching, she gave up. Looks like she has to be alone tonight, the men in this bar looks like idiot and fools and she doesn’t like their aura. She drunk as she thought about Howard’s confession. He wants to get closer to her? Huh! He is just like other men who wants her in bed. Howard is not different from them. After a while, someone joined her in her table, she looked at the man but

The place where he struck me burns and tingles in a chaotic mayhem. It’s a crop, I think. He’s punishing me with a crop. Holy shit. I didn’t sign up for this. Or did I? Xander has always been transparent about who he is and what his tendencies are. He’s never once said he’d offer me normal or vanilla. With time, I’ve figured out he’s a natural Dom and an unabashed sadist who’s brought out the masochist in me. In a way, I’ve been falling into that rhythm, into his abnormality. I like the freedom that loss of control offers.

Chapter 24 (Nathaniel's POV) When I arrived at Valentina's house I had a relaxing day in mind, no funny business, maybe a movie, some snacks, and cuddling. But as it turns out I got the complete opposite. A steamy afternoon sounded pretty inviting now that I had Valentina naked on the bed and a tie in my hands. At first, she was looking confused but after a moment confusion was replaced with want. And I guess my eyes spoke the same thing.

“Come here. Let me dry your hair.” Natasha sets her phone aside and sits in front of the mirror. He runs his fingers gently through her damp hair, guiding the dryer with slow movements. This is not the first time he has dried her hair, yet it still makes her feel oddly self-conscious—especially when his fingers massage her scalp. A faint tingling sensation spreads through her. Not unpleasant. Just… a bit weird... But not in a weird way either. So she focuses on something else. “When we return to the pack, you’ll become my Beta. How does that sound?”

"There is a reason for that. We don't really like talking about it, but my friend has a problem with conceiving, so I helped her out. Turns out I'm very fertile, and have an overproduction of eggs." "Thats so nice of you." Maddie gush. I know which friend I can brainwash and manipulate into playing my game. "Yes, I mean. Every woman deserves a child, don't they? Right Natalie? I'm sure that you and Mr Cross must have a young one running around." "I should go. Leo really needs me." Natasha gets up suddenly. I hide my laugh as she throws down money on the table then leaves. 'I'm coming for your man, Natasha. So watch out.’

What the fuck is wrong with her? "Do you understand that I've waited thirteen years for this moment, Natasha?" Well, her tone really shows how much she hates me. She pronounced my name as if it was a freakin' curse. "How many years I waited just to see this hideous expression on your face? And you know what? It was worthy. It couldn't have been better. I dare to say that it's the most satisfying feeling I've ever felt in my life. This sorrow, sadness, deception, and hatred on your face Natasha... oh, my dear, It's what I'd wished to see my whole life. Thank you, for this last gift," Goddess, I want to punch her face so bad. "And for you to see how good I am, I'll even give you something in r

Natasha sat on the bench, her eyes gazing everywhere, her eyes kept darting to her wristwath, wasn't it time to pick her kids. "Natasha?" A voice called out, and Natasha turned to look, her face brightening. "Camila." Camila walked towards the bench and sat down. "How are the twins?" She smiled heartily. "They are nice," She arranged her scattered hair. "How's Xander?" "He's good, but just getting hin to talk to me, like that child is so secretive." "Just like Niccy, that girl doesn't spill a word," The both laughed, gazing at the sky.

I say thoughtfully, earning a grin from the three of them. Lina suddenly changes the subject, pulling out her phone. "Oh, girls, read this. I was reading some smut last night, and I can’t figure out how... they were even positioned." She hands me the phone, and we huddle together to read the passage, Charlotte still on my lap, Hannah leaning in, and Lina half-turned on the table. The text is a tangle of limbs and dominance: