Offenderman X Reader Novels & Stories

he smiled. "You're welcome!" the man smiled back. "My name is Adrian." "I'm Alexander, and judging from your scent, you must be an omega, right?" Adrian nodded. The men opened the door. "Get out!" "Stop ordering us around," Alexander rolled his eyes. "You talk too much!" the man slapped him and pushed him outside.

He reminds me of Uncle Craig, charismatic and bold—deceptively so. My fourth captor is smaller than the others and less confident. He stands to the side, shoulders hunched like he’s trying to shrink in on himself, but that doesn’t make him appear any smaller. His expression is bitter, a permanent scowl etched onto his face. Unlike the others, he isn’t looking at me, but at the fifth and final man in the room—almost as if searching for approval. Alexander Mancini is the man on whom I focus. XXX

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.

Damon continued shamelessly, “the offer will naturally change a little now.” His smile widened slightly as he leaned even closer. “You see…” his voice lowered further, “I’ve always had this fantasy… a threesome.” My entire body stiffened. “I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to share a woman like you with another man… watching you scream my name while both of us take turns with you.” Disgust crawled beneath my skin before he even finished speaking. Every single word that came out of his mouth made my stomach churn harder. “I think you’d look even more beautiful bent over on all fours as he fucks you from behind while you choke on my cock at the same time.”

She asked, her hands not staying still and constantly shoving into my chest to prevent herself from getting closer to me. “What the fuck do you mean that you won't stoop so low, huh? Do you think I am so bad?” I spat on her face. I immediately pinched her chin and said through my gritted teeth, “Don't you know who I am? I am Xander Walters, every fucking woman wants me to touch them and bed them and you think you can refuse me like that.” I was expecting Zara to give in but she didn't. Instead she got rebellious to an extent to let out bitter words.

Xander gave him a solid punch and the assassin groaned while I cringed when I heard the crunch of probably a nose breaking. “Never. Touch. What. Belongs. To. Me” he enunciated each word with a punch to the assassin's face. I lay there bedazzled when I heard his words. His possessive streak as well as how he grew all violent to declare his sovereignty over me made me tremble, and like a sicko that Xander had turned me to be, I actually felt sparks of arousal tingling between my legs. No! I needed to get the fuck out of here.

Goddess this man turns me the fuck on. I pull his shirt off of his back as he pushes off my pants and boxers. Immediately, he falls to his knees in front of me. If I wasn’t already hard, this sight would have gotten my boner raging. I quickly pull my shirt over my head just as Xander licks the tip of my dick. “Yes,” I hiss, dropping my shirt to the floor. Xander grabs my hips and pushes his lips up and down my dick. His pace is fast, the shlucking sound of his mouth on me filling the room.

Scared I was about to turn away when suddenly my palms, get enclosed in a warm hold, "Let's walk." Whispers my life, giving one of his most beautiful smiles. And I just stood there, gwaking at my husband. Believe me my husband looks, the killer in formals, but casual, he is ferocious. The body-hugging white T and blue jeans left my mouth open. His subtle beard set perfectly on his chiseled jaw and his brown sparkling due to the orange glow of the street lamps. Fuck, Iris, stop thinking of raping your husband. I think biting my lips, my action didn't go unnoticed by Xander, as he leans and tugs my life from the grip of my test with his teeth,

My heart leapt into my throat as I screamed his name, my voice lost in the chaos. But Xander didn’t need the warning. His wolf turned sharply, his ice-blue eyes locking onto the hunter as he lunged. The man managed to fire, the dart grazing Xander's flank, but it wasn’t enough to stop him. With a guttural snarl, Xander brought the man down, his jaws closing around the hunter's shoulder and rendering him unconscious.

Realizing that this man has always had the advantage and the ability to snap my neck, the sheer force he used on me made me wetter, and the pools in my legs made it uncomfortable for me. “You. Are. Mine. Alone. I. Don't. Share.” He growled, his orba taking a darker shade, it was as if he was switching from the normal Hunter who is my husband to the Don of the Demon mafia everyone fears, the urge to ask him if he was okay enough to be exercising himself like this died on the tip of my tongue when I felt his hands travelled underneath my knickers.