Offenderman X Reader Novels & Stories

A man, lean, unshaven, leering, gives me a smirk that makes my skin crawl. I try to pull away. He doesn’t let go. “What, no thank-you for catching you?” he sneers. “Zolan saves the pretty little thing, and not even a smile?” I twist out of his grip. “Thank you,” I mutter, rushing past and instantly collide with another body. This one is even colder. Still. I look up and freeze. A man stares down at me, silent. His face is all sharp angles, his eyes glacial and unreadable. Power hums off him like a dark storm.

'Warning- Hi, so I'm the author and I've come with a warning dear readers. This is in Jaxon's view, and you all know him to be a Mafia, which means this chapter will have discussions on illegal things. Things like rape, to trafficking and other things like that. I'm putting this warning for those who are sensitive to those stuff. So, beware…' Jaxon had to resist looking back to stare at her before finally turning the corners. How could one woman be so intriguing?

This fucker must think I am going to play nice. I look at the man in front of me. He was beaten up pretty good thanks to my order. He was bound to a chair. His face was covered in crimson blood. He truly did look like shit, and I loved it. He didn't speak. He only glared at me. As if I was going to run away crying like a fucking girl. “Tell me, Xander, do you love your life?” I asked, blowing smoke out of my mouth. “Yes, boss.” He immediately answered.

I scrambled up and ran off leaving the two guys with each other. What was Xander doing here at this time? And he saw us, saw me sucking Hunter off like one of his stupid sluts. I hate him. Damn you, Hunter. Hunter knew he was here and still made me suck him off out in the open. What a psychotic jerk of an asshole.

My clit throbbed with every heartbeat “Isn’t this what you wanted, Muna?” His voice stayed calm, almost gentle, but the words cut deep. “You have fantasized about me so much you couldn’t help giving yourself pleasure on my bed. I bet you were thinking of me the whole time, pumping those fingers in and out of your pussy. I saw how wet you were. I saw how your body shook when you looked up and saw me standing there. I saw how hard your nipples were, begging for attention, begging for my mouth” He pried my arms away from my chest and pinned them lightly above my head with one hand “I told you I came here to sin. And that is exactly what I’m going to do. I’m going to use you however I want while

They give each other a look before he nods. "Yes. Are you sure miss that you didn't witness whoever assaulted the man outside. Mr Clarkson?" Then it snaps, what Xander was talking about. James. "Uhm, no. I just stepped out for a minute and saw him lying there," my father would kick me in my head for lying at an officer. "Are you sure Miss? A slight glance even?" Officer Buchmann, I think his name is, asks. "Uh–" "I'm the man you're looking for officers," our eyes dart to the staircase where my husband stands.

I chuckle. Glancing up, I notice the Alpha giving me a stern expression. He’s unreadable. “Who the fuck is Jay?” he asks, hostilely. “None of your business, Mr. nosey pants!” I backtalk. Wolfman crosses the room in haste. He forces me down on the bed, spreading my legs for him to fit in between—his body’s heavy, but it feels good under his weight. His knee connects with my center, and I can’t hold back the moan escaping my lips as his large hand wraps around my throat again.

“How was your training? Tell me what you’ve been up to the past four years.” “Training was good.” I can see he wants to reach for me, but he holds himself back. “Maryo got married, and Armani married Tanya.” “Who’s Armani? I don’t remember you mentioning him.” Xander hesitates before he says, “Armani is an enforcer for the Italian mafia. We became good friends during training.” Italian Mafia. Russian Bratva. God, what have I gotten myself into?

He chuckles at the ordeal entirely, making me want to cry in utter shame. “I can guarantee,” Xander starts, his entire body hovering over mine, his lips damn near grazing my cheek as he speaks, “that my half-mutt brother is already engaged in hot, fervent sex with another wolf. I bet he’s with Stella, the beta’s daughter, fucking her in your bed, without a second care of where you are, bitch.”

Chapter 4: Exposed Claim The text from Marcus hung in the air like a bomb ready to drop. Jax read it once then tossed my phone aside his body still locked to mine with that thick knot pulsing deep in my guts. Instead of pulling out he started grinding again slow filthy circles that rubbed his swollen base right against my prostate making fresh slick and cum leak around where we were joined. Let him suspect Jax growled against my neck his voice dark and hungry. Youre mine Liam. My omega. And tonight Im making sure you never forget it.