Scaramouche X Sethos Novels & Stories

“A word?” “Leo,” she called his name in her far too sweet voice, even as she willed tears purposefully. “It’s our first check-up… you can’t miss it!” “I’ll be right back,” was all he offered as he shrugged her hand off, and followed after me. I could hear his footsteps behind me, as he was closing in on me, and I didn’t stop, never acknowledging his calls. It was only once he grabbed my wrist and spun me around that I stopped – not out of my volition obviously. The sparks were delicious, hard to resist, and I had to fight back the urge to lean into his space, and possibly rub my scent all over this player.

Oh, they were still the same incredible color, somewhere between onyx and gold, still flecked with those heart-dizzying little specks of lighter color and still surrounded by those unfairly long, thick dark lashes. ‘Get a hold on yourself, girl!’ Veronica thought when she felt his gaze on her. Yes, all that was still familiar to her, but the lazily sensual way they were studying her, the subtle but very male message she could read in them as Sasha’s gaze flicked over her T-shirt-covered breasts and her slim waist in the plain blue jeans... That was most certainly not familiar to her, at least not from Sasha Neville-Talbot, the man who scared her soul for life. The man that crushed her heart

Eddy's eyes remained on my hands which layed lifeless beside the plate until I moved, shamelessly picking up the bread from my plate and returning it to the serving basin. I caught Julie's expression. The polite smile she bore as we talked didn't falter but something in her gaze changed. I thought I could survive Eddy's ruthlessness for this occasion, but I was barely keeping it together. The third... I wasn't sure where I had forgotten the first glass of wine I had - the barman's or the dinner table, but I grabbed another from a passing waiter's tray, just so my fingers were occupied. The waiter moved out of my view to reveal him, Dr. Connor Millow.

"I want to go on top." Happy to oblige, Damon laid back and helped Scar on top of him. She positioned her thighs on either side of his hips, and she lowered herself down onto his cock. He speared her, and she threw her head back in a throaty moan, revealing the column of her throat as she sank down onto him fully. She took his full, thick length easily after months of training her for his size, and now Scar rode his cock eagerly, grinding her hips against against him.

She asked curiously but something doesn't add up. I mean I have asked him about the scars and he insinuated that it was BDSM gone wrong and honestly I didn't think much of it because that was when we just lost our parents and he was a little rebellious at that point but I still think she got the wrong guy... I mean now I understand why she fled immediately she saw him shirtless but anyone could have a similar scar, right?

Susan's scarlet lips slowly curled into a smile before she looked straight at him with a gentle gaze, feigning innocence. "Didn't Dr. Sanders tell you, Mr. Lane? I made a deal with her to have you stay with me all night, including dining and sleeping together tonight. "This is just the beginning, Mr. Lane. Isn't it inappropriate for you to ask me to reveal my bargaining chip now?" Caleb's frown deepened as soon as he heard those words. Impatience was written on his grim face. After a silent sneer, Caleb spoke in a deep voice, "You still have four minutes."

She was holding herself back. Then it happened. Cassandra spilled her drink by "accident" and the milk spilt all over the shoes of Natalie. "Oops," said Cassandra, smiling like a psycho. Maya laughed. Whispers again began to be heard. I began to move, to bump into some of the tables, preparing to halt this nonsense before it got out of control. But Natalie was faster. She leaned down as though she were going to clean it and in a single perfect gesture her elbow struck her drink. Directly to the white blouse of Cassandra.

He then raised his eyebrow at me. "Hi, I'm Stacy." I said blandly. "Hi, cheap dress." He said it sarcastically. "Can you stop calling me that, old man?" He just gave me a smirk, and all of us took our seats. "I'm sorry to ask this, but where did you guys meet? Your first meeting must probably be interesting." Edith asked. Oh, Edith, if only you witnessed! "Interesting? Yeah, sure, it was! Remember the interview with Martin? He bumped into me that day in the parking lot. I really did enjoy the hot splash of tea from this old man." I said sarcastically with my eyes locked on Antoine.

Sebastian stares at Scar with a worried look, and somehow that amused her— “I’m Scar. Scar Green,” Scar holds out a hand at Ava, who takes the handshake with nothing but confusion, only to hear Scar adding: “I’m back, for blood.”

Scarlet's thoughts as she pulled out a bottle of wine with a hundred percent alcohol. “You really want to do this Carlos?” Scarlet asked as she filled his glass. “I've always wanted to do this but you turn me down anytime. Now that you've cheated on Seth…” “I didn't cheat on Seth, I only stayed with that guy because I lost to him in a game of Hearts so I'm trying to learn his gameplay so I can defeat him.” “Such a good actor, was this included in your script as well?” Carlos chuckles, failing to believe her words. He remembered what happened at the auction, he knew that Jason and his crew would only defend Scarlet if she was intimate with Jason as his lover.