Novel & Cerita Patrick Bateman X Reader

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.

The loner Damien balked at the idea, but this was bigger than just him and his own survival. Though he knew he should be cursing a blue streak over this complication, instead, his energy surged. His competitive nature looked forward to taking Barnes on... And winning. Lost in his own thoughts, Damien didn’t realize Bateman was watching him with a speculative gleam in his eye. “Tell me,” the other man said, “why are you doing this?” “What do you mean?” Digging into motivation wasn’t something Damien enjoyed. Bateman arched a gray-sprinkled brow.

I was born a badass… Once my warrior days are behind me, I’d like to work in the pack library with Patrick. “Sounds… Interesting?” I bit into a warm cookie and groaned in pleasure. If I could make love to this cookie, I would. We discussed the latest books we were reading, and I told her Patrick’s thoughts about chapter 9 in 'Roses and Thorns'. I laugh at her devilish expression as she flips to the chapter and scans it. Her cheeks flush so red she fans herself. Benji enjoys her sexual smut novels since her nose is usually in medical books.

“Wait, I have a question for you. About Siobhan.” “Not sure if I will have an answer but sure.” “Do you know anything about her being in a relationship with a werecat, tiger shifter to be specific? His name was Wyatt.” Patrick takes a moment before answering, “No. I don’t remember her mentioning anything about having a boyfriend while she was gone.” “Did she mention anything about being…raped?” I whisper. Patrick’s eyes went wide and then his pupils narrowed into slits, his irises turning black. His wolf.

The guys might not be with me then, we might have become strangers by then but I still want to do it and I will. "Bethany, you sell yourself too short. I assure you that whatever you put out will be good. You seem to forget that you have earned yourself a loyal reader base. They will read what you put out and I am sure it will be good. Hit me with a little preview." She told me excitedly. I smiled. "It's a reverse harem. Three guys, one woman, werewolf, and a lot of erotics." I told her. I blushed when I spoke about the erotic contents of the book. I already know there will be a lot. I have had more sex in the past two weeks than I have had in my whole twenty-nine and half years before I met

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

Dimitri looks back at us. “You two go and see Roman and I will go with him.” he frowns and his eyes flick back to the man. “What’s your name again? So i can stop calling you Mr Bateman.” he asks. “Lucas,” the guy replies. “Lucas Bateman.”

As much as he wanted to make me disappear, he knew he would be miserable without me. He didn’t confirm it or deny it. “I’m fine, Cato. Really. I’ve been through worse.” His eyes moved to the wound at my shoulder, the scar I would carry for the rest of my life. “Bates is complicated. He comes off as a violent psychopath, but he’s just—” “Trying to protect you. I understand.” “He doesn’t go around raping and beating women.” “I figured. When you’re handsome and rich, you don’t really need to rape anyone…”

First my mom gets engaged to Greg, who just so happens to be Ethan’s dad. Then I find out Ethan’s a werewolf and I'm his mate. Then masked men try to kidnap me. Now Liam’s accusing me of being one of them and well, my life is in fucking danger! I needed a nap. A long one. Preferably in another dimension. “I just want to go home,” I whispered. Ethan nodded. “Okay.” But it wasn’t okay. Nothing was okay. And we both knew it. The second he reached for my hand, I almost pulled away. Almost. But then I looked at him—really looked at him—and the storm behind his eyes made something inside me unclench. He was scared too. Not of me. For me.

Betty was beautiful, an orphan who had come to New York to follow her passion of being a health care worker, but instead, fell in love with stripping for money. "Oh.. he was okay." Madison grabbed the plate. "Hey! Go get yours in the kitchen!" Betty yelled with furrowed brows, snatching the plate from her. Madison rolled her eyes and got up reluctantly. "Glutton." She muttered under her breath before disappearing into the kitchen. Madison could barely sleep that night after having dinner. The outline of Killian's dick inside his pants kept her awake. She had never craved for a man's cock as much as she craved his at that moment and she had no idea why.