Scarlet Silva Sex Novels & Stories

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ+ •*.』 THE RED AURA AROUND SCARLETT'S SKIN LESSENED INTO A FAINT STRAWBERRY GLOW.

She sneered and shot back, saying, "I've seen plenty of manipulative women like you in novels! You came back with your son just to steal Connor from me, didn't you? And now this ungrateful father-daughter pair is practically worshiping you! "Mark my words, within three months, they'll be on their knees begging for my forgiveness, begging me to come back!" With that, she turned around and left. Erin ignored her dramatic outburst. Instead, she crouched and gently examined the marks on my face. "Sienna, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. Does it hurt? Should I take you to see a doctor?" I shook my head. Compared to the suffering I had endured in my previous two lives, this slap was nothing.

"Not only do you have to celebrate the birthday the same way the original host did, but you have to accept the slag's proposal. After that, you need to have sex with him. Everything must happen like it did. All you have to do is make the slags pay for hurting the original host and then seduce Cyn." Scarlet's expression turned uglier. She bit her tongue to stop herself from cursing, but she couldn't stop her eyes from rolling angrily. "Indeed. Nothing good ever comes out of quick transmigration." She returned to stand before the mirror, fingers clenched around the glasses on her face. "I need to have sex with that trash... I'd rather die then." She clicked her tongue and removed the glasses.

“How’s this? Huh? Is the beautiful Alpha going to cum for me?” She moans followed by small giggle. One of the sexiest things about Scarlett is that she starts giggling when she’s orgasming. She can’t control it and if you don’t know that it happens, it can be almost off-putting at first (I mean, what guy wants his sex partner laughing while they’re doing it?), but once you realize what she’s signaling, making her giggle becomes your life’s work. I continue rubbing her clit with my thumb, in slow, gentle circles while hitting her g-spot hard and fast. As her pussy continues to clamp down on my cock and her giggling increases, I can feel myself getting close to my own orgasm. “You’re going to

Giving myself away like that was the only thing that mattered. “Yes,” I muttered, as I clung to him tighter, moving my pussy so much against his fingers until a sudden wave of completion hit me and I felt myself squirt so badly, watching him draw out his fingers, which were now dripping with my wetness. “I thought you were a V—” “Even if I am, Scarlet, I still have experience as a man.” “Experience?” “Yes. I read stories, and I fantasize a lot, Scarlet.” He winked back, heaving his shirt off him, revealing his dick which was all veiny and so ready for sex.

The girl was a total control freak. "You wanna see?" Adrian asked. Just as Scarlett took another sip of her drink he added, "She is naked though." "Adrian!" she cried, drawing out his name. "Okay, okay, I'll let her come," he conceded, running up the stairs to fetch her. "I told you he eats girls like Sienna for breakfast," Riley said. He nudged her in the side as he said it, smiling down at her with a smug expression. Scarlett playfully shoved him back, but he didn't move. It was as if he was carved from granite.

I screamed. He was taken aback upon seeing me with no control. Mad. F*cking mad. Out of my sanity. I stepped forward as he stepped back. “You... you f*cking, Silva. You f*cking call me a f*cking bitch! I am no slut, nor a wh*re! I am just a bad f*cking bitch who beats men *sses and not f*cking and sucking and riding their f*cking d*cks!” I shout and threw the glass of wine towards him. The glass shattered as his blood drops. The broken glass cut his arms.

Scarlett came in and froze standing there when she saw Sylvie and him. "I'm sorry," she stumbled. "I was just going to say goodbye to Alpha Sage and Luna Wren. I'm returning to the city. Just." Her voice trailed off, and she looked at Sylvie and him, edging away. "You fucking bitch," Sylvie snarled, stepping over her. "Do you think you can come on to my mate in front of me?" Scarlett put her hands on her hips, staring at him in outrage. "I didn't make a move on anyone," she protested.

“Inside. You won’t believe what she’s doing.” My blood boiled. Scarlet—entertaining other men. I stormed down the hall, kicking the door open. The scene that greeted me stopped me cold. Scarlet stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by male werewolves, her shirt half-off, her eyes vacant. But it wasn’t a terrified look—it was like she’d just… given up. She wasn’t screaming, wasn’t fighting—just letting them undress her. Is this what she wants? Is this the real Scarlet?

Scarlett’s POV I carefully slipped out of bed, trying not to wake anyone, and tiptoed to the bathroom. My body felt warm and tingly as I undressed, memories from the night flooding back to me with every movement. Standing in front of the mirror, I paused, my breath catching as I saw myself—red marks scattered over my skin, vivid reminders of last night. Each one was like a little secret, a story written in kisses and firm hands. The passion we’d shared left its mark, quite literally, and I couldn’t help but laugh softly, my heart racing with the thrill of it all.