Seducing The Villains Father Mga Nobela at Kwento

He hummed in response while his lips brushed against mine in a tantalizing kiss, making me want more. "Please don't let my father take me away. I don't care how you'll do it," I said, my voice tinged with worry. I couldn't afford to leave him; just the thought of that sent shivers down my spine. Xavier's expression turned serious, his eyes burning with hunting determination but clouded with desire. "I won't let that happen," he vowed, his voice low and husky. His lips continued brushing against mine, sending sparks through my veins.

Victor reported, his voice carefully neutral. Father didn’t respond immediately. His gaze remained fixed on the screen, watching as the last of the team vanished into the shadows. Finally, he turned, a slow, dangerous smirk spreading across his face. “I know,” Father said softly, his voice smooth and measured. “Let them think they’ve won. Let them believe they’re safe.” Victor frowned slightly, his brows knitting together. “But why let them go? We had them cornered. We could have ended this tonight.” Father chuckled, a low, chilling sound that echoed in the quiet room. He stepped toward the desk, picking up a glass of whiskey. The ice clinked softly as he swirled the amber liquid.

“He stopped. Can you believe it? Big bad Dominic King, the CEO who screws his way through half the city, couldn’t even put his cock in me. He fingered me until I came so hard I nearly cried. He had me writhing, begging and dripping all over his hand but then after that he just stopped, tucking me into bed like some precious little doll." "Yeah, I know that was the plan, but I still couldn't help looking forward to what it would have felt like to be fucked by the same dick screwing my mom” Kai’s throat bobbed, quickly looking away. “Jesus, Aria.” I pushed off the counter, sauntering closer until I perched on the arm of his chair. “What? You asked.” I traced my finger down his shoulder lazily.

He never stopped. His fingers curled under the hem of my top, yanking it up to my neck as he loomed over me, his dark eyes glinting with something cruel, something vile. My hands shot up instinctively to push him away, but he caught my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head. “You’re just like her,” he hissed, his lips curling into a wicked smirk that sent ice down my spine. “Your mother… she seduced my father, didn’t she? Made him cheat on my mom.”

"And?" He leans into his stolen seat, one leg resting on the other. "I also believe you know who the underworld calls the Collector." My father. Without an audible response from me, he breathes, then continues. "During one of his infamous 'collections', he added the blood of Mateo Valdez to his long stretching victims." He pauses. "He was the heir to the Sonora District." "Why are you bringing this up after all these years?" His eyes rest on me for a second. "I was aiming for a soft landing." He shakes his head. "Surely, you must have noticed."

But now he's telling the former child he's been babysitting that what happened to the two of them was a huge mistake. He did not know how or when he felt lust for Paulyn. It could be when Paulyn began seducing him, making advances on him just to show how much she loves and desires him. Or it could be when he realized Paulyn was no longer the little girl he used to look after when Roberto was away. But it didn't matter when or how he first felt lust for her. Because he knew well that it was wrong. What he feels is wrong, and what's even worse was that he let himself get swayed by lust and fucked her last night. So if he had to get away from her, he would.

“We go together. As husband and wife. As the true heads of Calder and Villareal. We let Vincent show his hand. We let Elvira think she is winning. And all the while… we gather our own evidence. We finish what your parents started. We take down my father. We reclaim Obsidian. And we make sure no one else ever pays the price for their brilliance again.” I slipped from the bed, crossing to stand before him, wrapped only in the tangled sheet. I reached up to finish buttoning his shirt, fingers brushing against the strong, steady beat of his heart. He covered my hands with his own. “You really think we can win this?” I whispered. “Against your father… against Serrano… against Elvira and all the p

Her mind filled with the same forbidden image that always pushed her over the edge: Lucian Cross. The 41-year-old billionaire. Her father’s most dangerous enemy. Tall, muscular, commanding — a man who looked at her like he wanted to devour her whole. She imagined his large, rough hand replacing hers, his thick fingers stretching her virgin hole while he growled dirty words in her ear.

All men’s downfalls began when they started to fall for a woman. It made me feel powerful to know I had charmed men into falling for me and then transferring all their assets to me. I found that playing a victim worked better than people thought. “Veronika?” “Yes, Father.” “Don’t fuck this up. You don’t want me to get mad at you, do you?” I shook my head rapidly. Father smiled and kissed me on the forehead. “Go and pack your items. I’m making sure you move into Maxim’s mansion. Make sure to watch everything he does and report back to me. The answer to taking the throne for ourselves is in getting close to him.”