Scaramouche X Sethos Novels & Stories

It was f-king Sparrow, Rhett saw, the man’s f-ked up scars evident due to the short military cut of his hair. “A young one,” Sparrow said to the men with him. “Healthy and young.” His eyes scanned over the gym and caught on Cameron’s bright hair. “That one,” he pointed straight at Rhett’s mate. “He looks good for starters.” “F-k,” Jules said under his breath, grabbing Cameron by the wrist and pulling him slightly behind him as the Van Helsings crossed to stand before them. “He’s a good boy,” Jules said to Sparrow, his voice hoarse. “Take me instead.”

Scar grabbed Moses who was still sobbing, shaking him. Moses just kept sobbing, unable to voice a coherent word. He was not getting anywhere; Scar looked at Moses who had become like a bubbling idiot. He took deep breaths and tried to reign in his emotions for a moment. “Moses! Moses look at me!” Scar raised his head and looked him straight in the eyes. It took a moment before Moses finally got a semblance of normality. Scar nodded. “Where is Simi?” he asked. “He- she-” Moses began again and then burst into tears. He pointed to a general direction, and as Scar turned to look, he couldn’t really place it.

Scott paused, tilted his head slightly, and said coldly, “Then I’ll go down with you.” With that, he strode away. Heather stood frozen, her chest heaving violently like she might explode. Then she screamed and went wild, flipping over a table and smashing a vase onto the floor. As she reached for another table to flip, one of her bodyguards seized her tightly from behind. This one had a scar across his face and was the most composed of the trio. Heather was panting like a wild beast out of control. “Miss, calm down!” the scarred man shouted.

Scarlet moaned aloud as Xavier surged deeper inside of her. "Ahhh!" Scarlet cried out as Xavier began thrusting furiously in and out of her. He held her hips tightly in his hands as he continued to pound into her. Scarlet screamed with delight as he finally hit an empty spot inside of her and she came again. Scarlet buried her face in the crook of his shoulder and squeezed his waist. "Xavier!" Scarlet moaned excitedly.

They seemed to be heading to a company next to the café, and without thinking twice; she matched up to him already very angry. How dare you? She said, and without thinking landed a slap on his check which caught him unawares because his eyes widened from shock. His men quickly rushed to cover him up, while 2 held her down while he kept glaring at her. Who sent you? He asked simply, and she stared at him as though he had lost his mind, and then it occurred to her, it was the guy from the other night. “Vincent Blackwood”. Really? After splashing dirty water on me, all you can come up with is to ask who sent me? You know what, fuck you. She said as she struggled to break free from the guys who

you breathed leaning back into Joshua as his fingers worked magic, you were coming apart at the seams and fast. Soon enough you had been thrown on the bed, on all fours. Joshua was stood behind you and without warning slammed into you making you scream in pleasure. There was nothing gentle about his thrusts, each one hitting the spot every time. Whilst you were distracted Leonardo grabbed your face in his hands forcing you to look at him. “You gonna take my cock like a good girl” he smirked as he tugged on his dick. Words were a struggle so all you could manage was a nod.

Scars walked around him calmly, hands in his pockets, as if he were taking a quiet evening stroll. “All this time, Dominic, I let you play your little games. I knew what you were doing. Every backroom deal, every whisper behind my back. It was funny, honestly. Kept things interesting. But then you took Xavia. You put your hands on my sister and thought you could use her to break me.” Dominic spat blood, eyes wild. “You’re a dead man.” Scars stopped right in front of him. “This is getting old, Dominic,” he said quietly. “You've been exhausting my patience for years.”

"That's a two-hundred-dollar bottle." "Then it's a good thing I'm not buying the whole bottle." His eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled. "I'm Josh, by the way,Josh Anderson. And you look like you could use something better than rotgut whiskey to drown whatever demons you're fighting tonight." "Zara Williams," I said, accepting the crystal tumbler he offered. The whiskey was amber gold and smelled like heaven. "And what makes you think I'm fighting demons?"

SEX AND SCAM The bass throbbed through the soles of my stilettos like a second heartbeat. I leaned back against the sticky bar, gin and tonic sweating in my hand, and watched him watch me from the VIP ledge. Black shirt open at the throat, sleeves rolled to the forearms, the kind of careless wealth that doesn’t need to shout. He hasn’t looked away in ten minutes. Good. Let the hunger build.

Without wasting a second, Scarlett grabs the bowl and throws hot soup all over the man’s face. “AGHHHH!” Hector screams in agony as the hot soup nearly burns his eyes. Betty throws him off and scrambles to a corner of the bed. He falls off the bed and is about to attack Scarlett but she’s too fast for him. She grabs his arm and twists it hard, causing him to yell in agony. Scarlett heaves him over, causing him to tumble head first on the ground.