Poppy Playtime X Reader Novels & Stories

I lean back into my chair, tipping my head against the backrest, exhaling sharply through my nose. I can still feel him. The way his lips molded against mine, the way they softened, parted, just for me. As if they were made for me, made for this. Made for me to tilt his head back and devour, suck, claim, like I need it to breathe. To live. And he let me. Let me. He didn’t push me away. Didn’t stop me. For that, I should be willing to overlook the fact that I have to read to him like a goddamn child. That we were trapped in that faulty elevator for hours, stuck between floors, in a space thick with the tension he keeps pretending doesn’t exist.

Content warning ⚠️‼️: This book is a dark mafia romance containing explicit sexual content, graphic violence (including murder and assault), kidnapping, intense power exchange, spanking/discipline, rough sex, and strong language. It features an enemies-to-lovers arc with eventual mutual consent. Intended for mature readers 18+ only who enjoy very dark, possessive alpha heroes and high-stakes romance. Please read responsibly. Chapter 1 Lila Moreau had always known her father played with fire.

"Tell me, pretty face—was it better than what my dear other half gave you?" Ms Campbell's body jerked like I had struck her. Her hand flew toward my face. I caught it. Effortless. I lifted her wrist, brushing my lips against her knuckles. "Careful, darling," I murmured. "You could hurt someone with that." She yanked her hand away, her breath uneven. Then— "You're not Dante, are you?" Tsk. So slow. I rolled my wrist, cracking the joint again. Pop. Pop. Pop.

She gasps out of surprise and tries to move with me but my hands hold her steady, making sure I reach as deep as I can. “You should not mention his name while you’re sitting on my cock!” I give her a few more gentle thrusts and this time she moans and moves to meet me. When I again stop she whimpers but compiles immediately. My good little girl is a fast learner. I smile at that and one of my hands moves up to caress her cheek. She leans into my touch and closes her eyes. “I’m sorry, sir.” She whispers against my hand. “It is alright baby girl.” My fingers take hold of an escaped lock of hair and I place it behind her ear. “Now let me continue.” She opens her eyes to look deep into mine once

Even finding it the right thing to be done. Ren was currently sleeping under a tree with half a pitcher of lemonade to the side. Zia was drawing not to far away of the battle between the Western Empire and the 11th Army of the Empire. Felicity was reading a few medical books on old Alchemy with Elder Tani who was showing a little more into her pregnancy. A very happy Zero and Lan Su were reading on baby care as well. Jackson and Mo Lan just enjoyed each other's company looking at the sky.

I whimpered as I saw Grey Maledetti stepping toward me. “I have to admit that I'm impressed.” He grabbed my chin, forcing me to face him. “But now it's time to go home, Poppy.” He effortlessly scooped me from my seat and lifted me in his arms. Then he dipped his head, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “You're mine, Poppy. You may try to run, but I'll always find you.”

I was allowed that much. "You're bleeding." Rose was in the doorway. She was in her pajamas, hair pulled back, feet bare on the hardwood. Her expression was the one she had when she was reading a situation for what it actually was. No alarm, no drama. She looked at my hand on my thigh. She looked at the letter opener on the floor. She looked at the board, her eyes moving across it in that methodical way she had, taking inventory, landing briefly on the printout before continuing.

I said, looking at everyone in the room before landing onto Poppy trying to encourage her to tell her mate the truth. “Tyler…..umm….umm I’ve got something to tell you…..I’m pregnant.” Poppy spat out, followed by a long pause of nearly holding her breath. Tyler stared at her in shock before a massive smile formed on his face beaming from ear to ear, suddenly embracing Poppy who finally let out her breath.

Although she always told herself that and ended up either forgetting or postponing it. Other than the AC problem, Chloe's place was nice. It was a fabulous flat—a one-bedroom apartment with a great kitchen and real hardwood floors. Reluctant to leave—both the apartment and the bed—Chloe moaned and stretched. The erotic novel she had been reading before she slept off the previous night was still on the bed next to her, open to page one-twenty-three. She trailed her finger over the page, then closed her eyes, remembering the way the delicious, decadent words had played over her body, with a little help from her fingers, of course....while thinking about Timothy. She stretched like a cat, tempt

And now, it's my time to roll my eyes at her, knowing I'm about to hear another one of her sexual escapades. “Mav Tanner. Engineering Department. Soccer Team Captain and Striker. 6’2”. Totally ripped and totally sexy.” I should have known… Can't say I'm surprise that she knows Tanner. I mean they're both populars in the campus, so their paths will eventually cross, but I didn't know that even my best friend was not immune to his charms. “From what I’ve heard he is a player. And not just in soccer.” I warned her but then she smiled at me. Her devilish smile, that I knew she was about to do some thing really crazy.