Sevika X Reader Novels & Stories

After hanging up, the man walked toward the sofa. Serena was reading a financial magazine and had just come across an article about X Group’s new hot spring resort opening on the outskirts of Vernon. Suddenly, a pair of slender arms wrapped around her neck from behind. She instinctively tilted her head and pointed at the page with a smile. “Xavier, your family opened a new hotel again?” “Yeah.” Xavier responded casually, then rested his chin on her shoulder. “I was just about to tell you.”

CONTENT WARNING This chapter contains strong language, emotional intensity, non-consensual elements, violence, and themes of past trauma. Reader discretion is advised. ╭──────────.★..─╮ Selena's POV ╰─..★.──────────╯ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ “No,” Dominic snarled, his eyes wild and yellow. “You are mine. If I can’t have you, no one fucking can.” I shook my legs desperately on the bed, trying to kick him off, but he slapped my thigh hard.

We stayed locked together until the aftershocks faded and the vibrator was switched off. Later she brought water and we drank in the half-dark, legs still intertwined. Conversation returned in soft pieces. She told me about a book she was teaching that semester. I told her about the novel that refused to end. At some point she set the glass aside and kissed me again, and the kisses grew deeper, hungrier. I found myself on my stomach with her behind me, her mouth trailing down my spine.

He felt unfamiliar in a way that frightened me more than I let myself admit. I noticed. I just didn’t pull the thread. Mikela appeared in the doorway already dressed and already moving. She crossed the room and stopped behind me in the mirror. “VIP three needs coverage. Right now.” “I’m not scheduled for a private meeting tonight.” “The client's already there. Paid in full, good record, clean.” Her eyes held mine in the reflection. “I’m stacked and you’re the only one I trust. Five minutes, Zara.” “Mikela”

My feet carried me not towards the grand staircase and the solitude of my bedroom, but towards the bar in the corner of the living room, a man possessed. My hand trembled as I reached for the crystal decanter of whiskey. It wasn’t nerves; it was her. Serena. The image had been burned onto the back of my eyelids, a permanent fixture in the theater of my mind. She was on her knees, the soft Persian rug a benediction beneath her. Her lips, painted a modest shade of nude, stretched obscenely around my cock, a perfect, sinful ‘O’. The sound of her moan, a desperate, needy hum that vibrated down my shaft and straight into my soul. Her wide, innocent eyes locked on mine, not with fear, but with a k

Xavier asked against Syliva’s mouth. “Yes,” Syliva nodded nervously. “You can take turns, yeah?” She asked. Xavier laughed softly but nodded. Syliva blushed from embarrassment. She never expected her first time to be so lewd. Xander moved slowly between her thighs. Syliva gasped feeling the alpha breach in. Her back arched over the bed. It felt peculiar to be exposed in such an intimate way. “It feels good,” Xander pulled up Syliva ’s legs over his shoulders. He rocked his hips eagerly into the wet heat. Syliva winced. Xavier instantly noticed.

“You want me to...” He nodded. “Suck your nipple. Suck it as if I were there.” I lifted one breast, bending down slightly, and allowing my tongue to circle my nipple. Within seconds, it was hard against my tongue. I sucked, flicking my tongue across both my nipples and around my areolas. An electric sensation coursed through my body as I slipped my hand between my thighs, stroking my already-sensitive clit. “Tell me what you’re doing,” he asked between ragged breaths as he stroked his dick, now visible, its head shiny and coated with a generous amount of precum. “Tell me.”

Mike in another story, another time, "is preparation. We're not here to hurt you, Serah. We're here to make you feel things you've never felt before." When he finally pressed the head of his fourteen-inch cock against her ass, Serah was as ready as she'd ever be. "Breathe," Xavier instructed. "And push back against me. Help me in." She did, and slowly—torturously slowly—he pushed inside. The stretch was intense, the burn overwhelming, but Serah breathed through it, focusing on relaxing, on accepting. "That's it," Xavier encouraged. "You're doing so well. Almost there." When he was fully seated inside her ass, Serah was shaking, tears streaming down her face, completely impaled against the wi

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

He was focused on destroying my pussy. “I am coming! I’m coming again!” I yelled, my fingers digging into his muscular arms. My climax hit me like a tidal wave. My pussy gripped his nine-inch dick so hard I thought he might pop. I was shaking and crying out, my voice raw from screaming. Leo didn't stop; he increased the speed, his dick hitting my sweet spot with every violent thrust. “I’m going to blow, Veronica! I can’t hold it”! He roared.