Offenderman X Reader Novels & Stories

I hiss. Xander’s eyes darken. A slow, dangerous smile curves his lips. “There she is. The fighter I remember. The girl who glared at me across every gala like she wanted to carve my heart out.” He leans in until his mouth hovers just above mine. His breath is warm. His body radiates heat. “I used to jerk off thinking about shutting that pretty mouth up,” he confesses, voice rough. “Now I get to do it legally.” My core clenches traitorously. I hate myself for it.

I tried to pull out of their hold again but before I could, the door flung open and a tall dark skinned man marched towards me, a manic look in his eyes. He grabbed me by the collar and I spat in his face. This did nothing but piss him off which was exactly what I wanted. I needed him angered so that he would do something stupid enough to free me. But the bastard saw right through my intention. He smiled, wiping away his face. “Not so powerful now, are you, Alpha Xaden?” Without wasting any more time, he took out a tranquilizer. Another fucking one out of nowhere and plunged the syringe into the other side of my neck.

I thought as hard as I could. "Shut up Cassie I am working. And from now on I only want to hear yes Alpha from you." Xander said causing my heart to stop. "You are mine for the night Omega. It isn't fair that the Alpha keeps you all to himself." The man said in a menacing voice. Suddenly before the man could get to me, he was slammed against the wall by Xander.

She gasped, heels lifting slightly as he pressed her down. “Wait—” “Don’t play coy now,” he growled. “You came here wanting something. You’re going to get it.” Her skirt was yanked up over her hips. He pulled her panties down and tore them off with a sudden, ruthless grip that made her moan before she could stop herself. His hands—large, strong—gripped her ass, spreading her wide. She whimpered, humiliated and aroused. “You wanted rough?” he said against her ear. “I’m not the man you thought I was, Cassandra. I'm worse.”

“You damn bastard!” The man groaned in pain on the floor. His temples were bleeding, and Angel was horrified to see Xander's face, which was filled with a dark aura. “What's your problem, damn it!” “You touched my woman. She's my secretary." “Xander, let's go. Just leave this crazy man behind.” “No. He had to face my anger. What has this bastard done to you?” "I'm fine. Let's get out of here, Xander.”

His gaze dropped, lingered, came back to my eyes darker than before. “Closer,” he said softly. “No.” His smile was slow, wicked. “Liar. Your thighs are already trembling.” Goddamn him. He shifted, denim pulling tight across his lap, and I swear the outline of him, thick, lazy, half-hard made my mouth water. “You want something from me, Officer Reed,” he murmured. “I want something from you. Fair trade.” “I’m not sucking your dick for a confession, Jax.” The second his name left my lips his nostrils flared, like I’d just licked him from base to tip.

He finished with a smirk. “If I refuse, isn’t that like rape?” I asked him and he gave me a sly grin. “We can also knock you out. But trust me, you wouldn’t refuse.” He told me. Cocky much? I thought. Men like him needed to be taken down a few pages. He stopped in front of a door and pushed it open. The beta was on the bed, reading a novel. “She has more sass than you think.” The omega told him immediately we were in.

I laughed uproariously. "Oh please… Coming from a rapist? A bloody sexual offender? Please… Go get therapy, Xavier! You are one broken, fucked up son of a callous bitch! And you can never be half the man that Attus is! And I keep telling you this." I paused for effect, listening to the Alpha King's angry pants over the phone. "I mean, just look at him over there in just his shorts, making me breakfast while I sit here in his shirt, sniffing his love on it, still wet from all the intense love making of last night and this morning… Mmm…" I moaned, smiling devilishly.

He suddenly stilled when she looked up at him and took his hands off her like he had just realized he was holding her inappropriately. He went back to the chair he had been sitting down on and watched from a distance. “Let’s start afresh,” he said. “I’m Xavier and I’m here to make you an offer I hope you won’t refuse. I sent my men to bring you here after I ran a background check on you and discovered you had no one. I didn’t undress you like I said before. I had a maid do it, so no, I didn’t see you naked without your consent.”

I broke the contact between them. “Let her go,” I said flatly. The man blinked, thrown off. He looked me up and down—old jeans, tired blouse, apron. He mistook me for a weak omega. A very bad mistake. “This is between me and my mate,” he said, voice rising. “From what I can smell, she’s not your mate,” I said coldly. “She’s more like your prey.” He flushed red. “Who the hell are you to come into our private affair?!” he barked, reaching out to shove me.