Pride Month Helluva Boss Novels & Stories

MERET "Spread your legs." Three words. That's all it took to make every promise I'd made to myself feel frighteningly fragile. My knees parted, brushing against the polished wood of the conference table as I opened myself to him completely. It was happening. The exact, twisted fantasy that had haunted my dreams for the past six months. My boss taking me against the long table in Conference Room B. Pulling my silk underwear aside. Taking whatever he wanted. Adrian hooked two fingers into my soaking folds, slipping past my tight entrance and driving them deep inside me in one smooth stroke.

No, I had to come up with something, even if it was stupid. “You’re my boss. And this… whatever just happened, is humiliating for me. Don’t turn me into the assistant who seduced her employer. That… that thing we just did should never have happened. Maybe it’s best if I quit. Although, I’m not even sure if I still have a job. Either way, I think I should go.” Taking advantage of Adrian’s shock, I pulled myself free from his arms. Just as I turned toward the door, he grabbed my wrist and stopped me.

There was a 4-wheel SUV parked next to it as well as a yellow Ferrari sportscar that--- Well, what the hell was that even doing out in the woods? And how did it get here in one piece?! “If I cared more, I’d probably give you a speech, but I don’t so listen up, because I’m only saying this once,” I said, as I stepped up next to Ashton, making a mental note to sell that piece of crap the second I got my hands on the papers for it. “I’m Alpha Dargan Hellson and I’m your new alpha. The man you see with me is my Beta, Ashton. You can call him Beta Ashton.”

Pain washed over her face, emotional, mental, everything all at once. “Mark, you just don’t understand,” she whispered, voice cracking. “I quit because… my boss is a real monster.” “Shut up!” Mark roared. “Your boss is a monster?” She nodded gently. “No,” he hissed, stepping closer. “I’m gonna remind you who you really… really should be afraid of.” He shoved past her, heading for the back seat of the car. She watched helplessly as he grabbed the bottle of the beer he had gotten, hit everything on the floor and all the bottles broke, spilling drinks everywhere.

She picked her purse and was about standing up when I held her hands. "But I couldn't apply the principle because you seemed to have applied it on me. Your stubbornness, your rude and bossy nature instead drew me closer to you. I couldn't use the principle on you because I wasn't able to. I tried to fight the feelings but to no avail. It wasn't working. I would be a dead man if you are not mine. I love you crazy Sophia. I love you little boss girl. I don't know if it is exactly what you wanted to hear... I love you and I hate you for that... You've taken my heart away Sophia." I finished and knelt down before her...

"So many times, we tried to prove we could be civilized, that we aren't monsters, but again and again you Thompsons have come and destroyed what we work for, poking us until we break." "I can be a monster." He bared his fangs threateningly, moving close to my neck until I could feel his breath inches away. His voice dropped to a whisper, " Now that I've finally found one Thompson, I can destroy all of you. I could take your body as mine to drain and pick apart to pieces. Or perhaps…" His lips curled into a sly smile, "....mine to fuck until you're nothing more than broken leftovers." He moved away, eyeing my body darkly from my toes to my terrified face.

"Attract you? You are nothing but a parasite confined to a body that can’t even support itself." Wounded in his pride, Astaroth lunged, grabbing Uriel by the lapel and pulling him down with the remaining strength in his arms. They both hit the floor with a dull thud that stole their breath. Uriel ended up on top, trapped, with Carter’s chest pressed against Dorian’s. The electric tension returned with devastating force; Uriel’s face flushed in a violent blush, his heart hammering against Dorian’s ribs, unable to look away from the eyes that challenged him.

Father always seemed to do it without issue and then look me and his remaining three daughters in the eye as if he didn't do the most unforgivable act toward a human being. But I was supposed to be a ruthless crime boss, and killing is just a part of the game. Doesn't mean I like it, though. I know exhaustion reads deeply on my face. I put sunglasses on before leaving my room to hide the puffy, tired eyes that I could only put so much makeup on to hide it. I head straight for the fresh pot of coffee that has been made, but Leander stops me. He hands me a tumbler instead. He can't see me, but I'm eying him beneath the sunglasses. I bring the tumbler to my nose and open it enough to smell it.

And he broke the volley of its promises by drawing her to him on top of her body, holding it in his arms and chest, small, soft and thin, fragile and solid, strong and stubborn, his eyes shining in the midst of the pitch-black darkness, capturing her attention, and in a deep and hoarse voice he told her: "I don"t have anything for you Eva, you yourself discovered my shadows, my hell and my darkness, you touched my reality, if you were to enter my world, you had to be ready for my hell, strong and a fighter, to fight so that the shadows of my hell would not overpower you and drag you into it, I have nothing to I give it to you, except for my sincerity to you, except for my promise that you al

Claude smiled and moved closer, signaling to someone I hadn't seen. My crutches were kicked away, I lost my balance and fell on my butt, catching myself with my hands. When I looked around, I saw the brothers Dennis and Daniel, one on each side, each holding one of my crutches with faces distorted by radiating anger. Claude took another step forward, crouched down, and with that cynical smile on his face, said, "Like I said, here you're just another poor devil. But me, my friend," Claude stood up and spread his arms, "I'm the king of hell! Have fun, boys."