Rough Trade Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Together, we trembled and sighed in ecstasy. “I will do it rough,” he warned. “Are you ready?” I allowed, “Do… it.” Lucas squeezed my thighs and suck his manh**d into my harder, making my moans. “Ahhh! Ahmm! Ahh!” “You made me lash out.” “Ahhh!” “To go beyond you could endure.” He rammed into her, the sound of his body colliding with me smacking loud and rough. And my heated body accepted this. “So, bear with me. Bear with your rough Alpha, hmm?”

We're going to spend the rest of our lives together and I can't fucking wait. That's the end 😭 It's been one hell of a ride and I can't thank you all enough for reading to the end and voting and commenting. Thank you to my early gang badbunnyrabit RoyaleGates hellomy20 who make me so excited to wait for their comments on an chapter! I can't tag everyone again but if you've commented you've made my day 😌. Next up is Damian's book, The Mafia Have Feelings Too. I'll post the character chapter so you can add it to you library if you're interested in reading it. You'll see Marcus, Nathan and Cole there too 😉 And you'll get to see what's going on inside Damian's head!

It connects with his jaw and sends the alpha stumbling backwards. He rubs his jaw and glares at me. I made sure to control my strength, so he shouldn’t be severely injured, but it will ache for a while. This time, Alpha Roman recovers quickly and starts to attack me with a flurry of punches. I dodge and block them all. He continues to try to land a blow for several minutes before he backs away.

Jack growled, stepping up into my space. He reached into a heavy leather bag on his workbench and pulled out a solid, polished steel cock ring. With a single, forceful shove, he snapped the cold metal ring tightly around the base of my shaft and balls, locking my erection into a throbbing, agonizing trap. I let out a sharp gasp as an intense, suffocating pressure shot straight to my core. The steel was merciless—I couldn't ejaculate if I begged for it. My pleasure was locked away, firmly under his control.

"I was hoping to talk to a few people about border cooperation. Our patrol routes overlap near the river." Ryland shrugged. "I'll be straight with you, Selene. I can't be seen doing business with you right now. Nobody here can." "Because of Jaxon." "Because of Jaxon." He set down his cup. "Look, if the man were lovesick about you, that'd actually help him. The whole 'ruthless Alpha has a soft spot for his fated mate' angle? Great for image. People eat that up. Would've softened his reputation, probably helped his campaign." Ryland shrugged. "But that's not the story here. The story is that you rejected him in front of everyone, and he's making it very clear he hasn't forgotten."

Jack invited Kevin to play a game of alcohol-punishing challenges, how could someone like him beat this white wolf, right, tigers are brothers of the same black family. I don't like to watch people do bad things. Putting the pack back into the bag, Jane stroked the lashes one and leisurely walked back to the two of them, he leaned back against the wall to turn on the lighter and then turned off again at the same time to open his mouth. "If you rape someone, you should find a place." The sound of the successful dance attracted their attention. Jane looked at the name of her son who was holding the girl's hand. You know you're not a nice guy. He had a strong smell of alcohol on his body, his f

Blonde straight hair and oversized clothes. She doesn’t acknowledge my presence, not until the door clicks shut behind me. Then she lifts her chin slowly, her green glimmering with tears, “Is she really your mate?” That’s her first fucking question. Not hello. Not can we talk? Not I know I’m not supposed to be here. Just; Is she really your mate? I don’t answer. Not because I don’t want to, but because I don’t know how to. Finding out Russo’s my fated mate at the airport wasn’t in the cards. I’d only gone there to screw things over for the Ragriz pack and their oh-so-smug Alpha, all in favor of Paxon and me.

Fortune wanted to respond but was stopped by Zack, "wait, it's no use reasoning with a drunk person" "h-how dare you call me a-a d-drunkard! fortune, you c-chose him over me right?". This time Zack responded "she chose me over you so I hope you won't be a problem" Brandon was stunned and forgot that he was drunk "fortune is he telling t-the truth, please b-be honest with me"

I turned the corner too quickly and my foot caught against the uneven sidewalk. I crashed hard onto the ground. Pain ripped through my ankle so sharply I cried out, and when I looked down, blood was already sliding from the torn skin onto the concrete. “Fuck,” I breathed shakily. Before I could pull myself up, they were already there. They surrounded me slowly, like hungry wolves cornering prey. “Look what we have here.” One of them grinned, showing alcohol-stained teeth. “A bird.” His hand reached for me, but I shoved it away instantly.

I got rejected and thrown out by Vincent twice now. I wasn’t willing to give him the satisfaction of rejecting me again and I didn’t know if that terrified me more than it hurt.