Natasha X Reader Novels & Stories

She was wearing pajamas and a cardigan, her hair loose around her shoulders. "You scared me," I said, pressing a hand to my racing heart. "Sorry," Natasha said, not looking particularly sorry. "I've been up for hours. Jet lag from all the moving around, I think. Or just... everything." She gestured to the chair across from her. "Join me?" I sat down, tucking my legs underneath me. "What are you reading?" Natasha held up the book so I could see the spine. The Count of Monte Cristo. "Seemed appropriate. A story about revenge and redemption and whether the two can ever really coexist."

More like the type of silence where everyone’s carefully choosing their next move. “So,” Natasha said, cutting into her crème brûlée with a decisive crack. “Let’s get to it.” I blinked. “Get to... what?” “The baby. Obviously.” I almost choked on my raspberry glaze. Xander didn’t flinch. Just calmly reached for his water. “You’ve been married long enough,” Natasha continued. “And I know how these things work with power couples. First it’s, ‘We’re focusing on our careers,’ and then suddenly it’s five years later and still no heir.”

Though she was my favorite girl, I didn't think much about her. "How was your trip?" I asked instead of answering a question she already knew the answer to. I sensed she was a bit disappointed at my question. What the hell was she expecting? She went on and on about how her trip went. Natasha ran a small business that involved selling guns and ammunition. She traveled to Russia three days ago to take care of her business. I didn't hear the things she said as I was not interested in knowing the full details of how her trip went. As she spoke, her hands moved to my shoulders, and slowly, she moved them to my thighs. I took a deep breath. I couldn't wait to have her under my sheet screaming my

Well, the slight throbbing between her legs and her peaked nipples means she knows what she wants to do--and as her mind try to calm her down, thinking about how terrible idea it is to slip her fingers underneath her shorts not while someone still holding her, He seems to know her thoughts because Daniel snuggles closer and she can feel the length of him against the curve of her ass. The hard length of him. Natasha’s mouth goes dry. God, this cannot be happening. As much as she wants to, she can’t sit here and grind herself against Daniel no last name morning wood. Such a shame though. She kinda wants to. Natasha shakes her head. Focus, her mind supplied. At that time, she can hear the chang

She didn't go too far before she found Candace. "Come with me" Candace murmured and escorted Natasha to a secluded area of the party. "Mom? What's wrong?" Natasha inquired. "Nat, Xavier's assistant told me that you will be moving to Xavier's penthouse after this party. What will you do if he gets intimate?" Candace muttered with a worried frown. After that miscarriage, Natasha is in no position to get intimate with Xavier. But she cannot tell that to him. Based on their marriage contract, they should get intimate until Natasha gets pregnant. So she cannot say 'No' for two weeks straight.

She was about to close it when a strange ominous feeling began to creep up behind her and for a very slight moment, this summoned a memory of a certain similar feeling she had only felt back when she was. “Look for me in hell.” Rattled, Natasha quickly turned round after somebody whispered in her ear. “Whoa, did I startle you?” It was Xander, grinning smugly at her. “Really,” responded Natasha, raising an eyebrow, “now you're quoting lines from the book?” “What’s the point of reading stuff if you can't apply shit?” Natasha found herself smiling before turning back to shut her locker. “Speaking of reading,” added Xander, this time moving closer to Natasha and almost obscuring her from shuttin

His hands flexed on my stomach. “I know. I can smell it all over you,” he growled. I shivered. “Falcon, please.” “Tell me about yourself, baby,” he begged. I silently cursed. “I’m Natasha. I’m 18. I’m… my mom is still alive. I like to read and hunt. I like to work and earn my own way.” I lifted my head to lick his neck. “I am competitive and don’t like taking no for an answer.”

“We have been nothing but kind to you. We took you in when we should have handed you right back to your slaver. Behave, or I’ll tell Kade everything.” I wrenched my wrist away. “You wouldn’t dare,” I said. “Try me.” Natasha’s expression was resolute. Normally, I didn’t bother letting such claims get to me, because I knew she was just trying to get under my skin. But something about the way she was looking at me made my blood turn to ice. “Found it!” Tyler came running, holding up a book he’d been reading lately. Natasha slammed a smile into place and kissed her son on the cheek before sauntering away. But the hateful look she gave me over her shoulder was a not-so-subtle warning.

When she smiled like this, any man would soften a little. Unexpectedly, Xavier remained expressionless. If he hadn't met Natasha a few days ago, he might have taken a few more glances at Natalie who claimed to be a branch member of the Sullivan family. But now that he had seen Natasha, Natalie's look was nowhere near as stunning as hers. Natasha was the most charming woman he had seen so other women couldn't catch his eye. "No," Xavier said decisively without a hint of mercy. Natalie's smile froze on her face.

“But you’re starting to annoy me.” Natasha did not react. She walked right past him and crouched beside the man on the ground. She reached out her hand. “If you want to live,” she said, “take my hand.” The man hesitated for only a second, then grabbed it. She pulled him up with ease. “Stay behind me,” she told him. He nodded quickly. Alaric turned, his anger now boiling over. “You think you can walk in here and—” Natasha moved very fast. Her leg drove straight into his stomach. The impact sent him flying backward. He hit the muddy ground hard.