Sexy Brat Novels & Stories

~ Willow ~ “Shut up, you perv!” I exclaimed after watching Brax check me out. Clearly, he didn’t care If I caught him looking or not. Damn! Why am I so turned on by him? His cocky attitude only adds to his sexy. Then he growled. Ah, I just broke things off with Drake. I’m not planning to jump straight back into another man's arms. It doesn't matter how damn sexy he is. Brax’s eyes glazed over, he must be mind linking someone. I moved out from under the covers and adjusted my clothes. I started folding the blankets and getting things ready to carry back to dragon mountain. Brax stepped out of the tent, and I watched as the muscles in his torso and back flex with his bending and moving. Ther

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.

His rough hand wrapped around at the back of my neck as our heated body tangled together. I can't get enough of it. The feeling of free-falling and the adrenaline coursing through my veins as he let me ride my arousal, my inhibitions flying in the air. “Who are you?” I asked, panting after I came down from the high we shared. “I am Brakstone City.” •••

Although it was too big, I looked like a cute baby in his warm coat. I couldn't stop myself from wrapping my arm around his, resting my head on his shoulder. Okay, maybe my Bratva husband isn't that bad, I guess he can be a sweet boy at times too. T. B. C!

Dress and go greet our guests with me up at the villas. "A brat is a type of person in the kink community who pushes her dom until he punishes her. There is the fun type of punishment, like the ones you want. Then there is the less fun type of punishment, like being ignored. Continue on this path and we will give you the latter." Ciaran mused. Alvara looked between us. Narrowed her eyes into slits as she took us in. "You think I am a brat?" She whispered. Ciaran uncrossed his arms. Softened his gaze.

“Hi, I’m Brittney.” Sabrina slowly peeled off her oven mitts, her face calm but her eyes blazing. She reached out, as if to shake Brittney’s hand, but instead, her hand darted to the counter. Before anyone could react, she stabbed a knife clean through Brittany’s palm. A bloodcurdling scream tore through the kitchen. “The man you’ve been flirting with is my brother,” Sabrina hissed, her voice steady despite Brittany’s shrieks. “This is his mate, Elara. Know your place.”

"Oh, my dear. Your taste in reading material will reveal what lies hidden within you. I'm sure you want to be ravished and pounded by a beast, or at least by a man as ruthless as a beast. I'm confident that I can brutalize you. Ah, it must be pleasurable to brutalize this chubby body of yours! Soft and arousing." "Can we stop this pointless conversation?" Tera turned her face away, trying to cover up her embarrassment by putting an end to Sebastian's temptations. "Not enough? Not enough to be brutalized by a horned banana?" Sebastian opened Tera's legs, exposing her warmth right in front of him. Sebastian let out a small groan as they indirectly touched, especially seeing the panic and fear

Knowing that she liked a little rough play with her sex was just the icing on my fucking cake. I didn't stop stroking into her but fucked her through her orgasm. I'd missed those sounds she makes when she gets overheated. Like a wild thing in heat, it was great for my ego to know that I could make the otherwise straitlaced, shy girl lose all control and give up her inhibitions. I watched her face closely as I pulled her lower body tighter into mine and added some depth to my strokes. Still no pounding but I pulled out farther and farther each time before sliding back in. We rocked each other to a nice quiet orgasm, mouths locked together so we didn't give the rest of the house more of a show

You don't get to be attracted to the human embodiment of Eastern Bloc tension. Dmitri wasn't charming, he was carved. Like a cold war statue someone accidentally brought to life and handed a child. This wasn't butterflies. This was neurological betrayal. Whatever this was pinging through her, heat, adrenaline, whatever—needed to go straight back to whatever hormonal void it crawled out of. She was not here for cheekbones and frostbite flirtation. She was here for a paycheck. Juice boxes. Healing a small, silent girl. Not panting over broody Bond villains in cashmere armor.

I couldn’t see everything through the fabric half covering her tits, but she squeezed her breast and moaned softly before twisting her nipple between her fingers. Jesus Christ! I reached out to hold on to the doorjamb, licking my lips as I kept on watching. Little saint was just warming up. She pinched the phone between her chin and shoulder and used both hands to undo the buttons of her shorts. Shit. I wasn’t going anywhere, and she knew it. Heat spread like wildfire around my groin, and my jeans expanded to stretch over my hard on.