Offenderman X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

the scrawny blonde says as he sits next to Bri. Of course, he is sitting next to Bri; they all do. I just keep reading as I roll my eyes. "Do you read vampire books often?" The tall Avenger-like male says to me. "Stop hitting on me, and leave me alone. I am busy." A new man taking notice of me is both flattering and off-putting. It's not his fault, I am back on the market because Jaxson couldn't be bothered to stay faithful to me. Mr. Long-hair can go away and leave me be for all I care. I have already been fooled by one man. I don't need to be mind fucked with by another, thank you very much.

I need to hold back myself, so I bite my lip until I taste blood, desperate to maintain whatever dignity I have left- that is if I have any anymore "Let her lie there," Ooden instructs, pointing to a treatment table in the center of the room. As they lift me onto it, I can't stop the moan that escapes. “Just place me on a table and fuck me…” I moan embarrassingly. “Oh yes, oh yes…” I grab the other guard and he springs backwards immediately as if touched by a hot pot. “Fucking hell!” he mutters covering his bulge embarrassing day with his hands Ooden approaches cautiously, his movements stiff. When he reaches for my injured wrist, his hand trembles. He tries to touch me and immediately his h

His teeth had elongated so much that his canines were touching the bottom of his lower lip. The men on either side of me started backing up as well, their eyes wide with fear, as Xavier took a step forward. I swallowed, suddenly feeling the urge to piss myself, as his fingers began to twitch before black nails pierced through his cuticles. On second thought, maybe I would follow that order. "What the fuck are you?" the man to my right said, his voice shaking, and Xavier raised his head, his nostrils flaring. “The man who’s going to make you wish you had picked another woman to fuck with.”

“Since you were so eager to dial 911 just so you could get the million dollar reward, Mann and I came up with an interesting punishment.” Brian's heart was literally in his mouth as Mann approached him. His legs shook with fright and he felt something hot and wet soak his trousers. “We’ve decided to take nine hundred and eleven pieces of your flesh and that is, of course, if you haven't died from the pain and infection after the first few days, and we'll start with the fingers you used to dial the police,” there was a wide and wicked smile on Xavier's face. “Mr Xavier… Mann, please, l…” Brian continued to cry and plead.

The anger on his face was no longer hidden. “So what now? You really want to marry this man?” he growled. “Maybe I will,” I said without flinching. His nostrils flared. He stepped back a little, pacing like a predator. “Who is this man, anyway? Some pathetic omega loser like you?” I smiled bitterly and shook my head. “He’s not an omega like me. He’s an Alpha like you. Maybe even stronger.” He scoffed, loud and mocking. “An Alpha? Now you’re just lying to get under my skin. That’s ridiculous.”

His expressions changed for a while and he got up. “You have offend him. Bitch, he does not like to be touch,” said another man. “Where is the manager, I need to sue this bitch,” said the first man who screamed. Xavier raised his hand and everyone went quite. She looked at him. He look so scary and dominant and hell handsome. He took his shoes off and threw them away. “I hate my things to be touch. What’s mine is mine,” he said while looking inside her eyes in a whisper like voice and she felt as if her spine is broke. She was unable to move.

Wolf throws my phone at his Beta, who plucks it from the air with ease. I can’t watch Fletcher scroll through the messages, a growl leaving his lips, only getting louder the more he reads. “I’ll skin the bastard alive.” Damon joins him, taking the phone from his hands, his anger mixing with the other males in the room. The acidic taste from their energy is so heavy, I can barely swallow. Letting my feet guide me, I walk over to Xander, burying my face in his chest, inhaling his scent and trying not to let the exhaustion consume me. My desire to be next to him is getting more intense by the day.

Xander spoke near my ear as he pulled me slightly aside and opened the door, and pretty much shoved me inside while Dominic took a hold of the unconscious man’s other arm and looked at me. A sudden chill made goosebumps to spread over my arms when his murderous, cold eyes fell on mine and tugged on the man’s arm. I almost stuttered as I ordered the wrafter to lose his hold and let Dominic take care of the rest. Xander climbed up beside me and turned the engine on then took a phone on the glove box and called the same officer, said the exact address then hang up. From the review mirror, I saw Dom shoving the man in the trunk then made his way to the back seats and plopped down with a scowl on

I smirked, flipping it open to the first page, 'Snowbound Enemies: A Hate-Fuck Holiday'. Fuck, the title alone had my cock stirring in my sweatpants. As I started reading her words in my deep rumble, her hand casually drifted to my thigh, nails tracing lazy circles. "I stumbled through the blizzard... Jax Coulter, the smug bastard..." Her story poured out, rivals turned sex-enemies, stripping in the cold, brutal hate-fucks in the snow. The dirty banter leaped off the page. "Take it, you thieving bítch, my cock's owning this pússy!" My voice grew rougher with each line, dick thickening painfully against the fabric as I pictured it, her as that fiery Kingston, me as the dominant Coulter, pound

The sight hit me like a punch to the gut. Daniel stood behind his large mahogany desk, pants around his ankles, shirt unbuttoned. His hips slammed forward again and again, driving his thick cock into a woman bent over the desk. She was a petite blonde, skirt hiked up around her waist, panties ripped aside, her breasts spilling out of her blouse as they pressed against the polished wood. Her face was turned toward me, eyes half-closed in ecstasy, mouth open in a constant stream of moans.