Novelas y relatos de Simon Riley X Reader

Ó Riley looked at Celia when he said it, and she gritted her teeth, not quite sure if to be angry or amused. Simon had a grin on his face as Riley ran his finger along the detectiveÕs cheek before taking his hand away quickly as if remembering where they were. HeÕd been giving serious thought to hitting on her though she seemed too prim and proper for his taste; now, he was glad he hadnÕt put his foot in his mouth. ÒYou want something?Ó

Riley did not give him a chance to catch his breath and punched him again, but Rickard grabbed him by his wrist. "Riley Simms, a professor of the Department of Psychology at the University of Emperion. You used to be a well-known psychologist in Emperion and even had your own clinic. However, you got sued one day... It was because of a lawsuit that had something to do with suicide induction." Riley’s expression dimmed, but there was still a smile on his face. "Wow, the information that you have is quite detailed." On the other side of the ward, 013 had gradually fallen into a disadvantage. Riley also saw that it was almost impossible for them to take Renfrew away, so he winked at 013, then t

She felt conspicuously illiterate in his presence. “I have several of his first editions.” He picked out a book and opened it, flicking through to a page. He read aloud. “The insatiable thirst for everything which lies beyond,” he paused, turning a page, “Bending over you I thought I breathed the perfume of your blood. Night deepened like a wall and my eyes in the darkness sensed yours and I drank your breath.” Genevieve didn’t know what to say, embarrassed. Simon entered, bringing in a tray with the champagne and glasses. He opened the bottle and poured the champagne into glasses.

Ever since then, they’d been keeping an eye out for me since graduation, and after we graduated, it was Simon’s duty to keep an eye on me. He would call me and come to my house numerous times. I assured him that I wasn’t going to take my life, and he assured me that he only wanted to see me because he loved seeing my face. I didn’t buy it; sure, he did love seeing my face, but I still wasn’t buying it. I miss him so much. Oh gods, I’m supposed to be reading about different ancient supernatural creatures to see how I can fight them. I look for the book I was reading, and I find out the book is open and it’s on the floor. I pick it up, and I look at the open page. My eyes widen at the monstros

“Stop lying, baby. Just let go. If you cum on my hand right now, I promise I’ll stop. I won’t touch you anymore until you’re ready.” Elena whimpered, her hands clutching his arm. He nibbled her earlobe, his voice dropping to a low whisper. “Cum for me, baby. Let me see you fall apart.” And that’s when she threw her head back, her back arching. She moaned loudly, her muscles clenching around his fingers. Simon watched her as she came undone in his arms, his eyes drinking in the sight before him. She was beautiful, so fucking beautiful. Once she slumped against him, he removed his fingers from inside her, licking them clean.

"I shouldn’t have let things get this far. I love Ryker." "It's just a little crush I have. But there's literally nothing between us. I just... I just feel like sometimes I struggle with what I want, and then these men come and ruin your life before you can even blink or make your own decisions. Ryker loves me, I know that, and he loves you, too. Simon is bad news. He's just that fantasy that will fuck up my entire-"

“Shut up, whore. You aren’t in New York. Here you are nothing. I can’t wait to bury my cock in your cunt once Tristan is done breaking you in.” “I won’t shower in front of you. Get out!” “Then I will call Tristan and tell him to punish you.” Oh ... so he would call me? Interesting. I stalked closer, not making a sound. Simon’s back twitched like he was busy jerking off, which was probably the case. My mouth pulled into a snarl, but I held back my anger. More silence followed and I approached without making a sound. Simon’s profile appeared in my view, leaning in the doorway with his hand clutching his ugly dick as he rubbed it furiously. I stopped a few steps from him, and there was Ellie in

“That sounds about right.” They began walking slowly down the corridor together, guards bowing respectfully as they passed. Riela glanced at him. “Tell me,” she said. “What happened while I was… not myself?” Simon took a breath, choosing his words carefully. “A lot happened.” “I imagined as much.” He hesitated, then decided honesty was best. “I found my mate.” Riela stopped walking. Her eyes widened, then softened immediately. “You did?”

“You are so full of yourself. I argue because I’m better than you. I always have been. Last night in the hallway? That was nothing. I was just… testing you. Seeing if you’d finally grow a pair and do something about three years of tension instead of hiding behind that cocky smirk.” Xander stepped closer, palms slamming onto the table on either side of her hips, caging her without touching. “Testing me? Bullshit. You were dying for me to close that inch. I saw the way your lips parted, the way your thighs pressed together like you were already wet just from me breathing on you. Tell me I’m wrong, Riley. Tell me your panties aren’t soaked right now thinking about what would’ve happened if that

He shrugged indifferently, his eyes cold. "This isn't true." Simon fought back, "Fiona wouldn't do something like this to me. The pictures were clearly photoshopped." "I'll take my leave now, you figure it out with your nerd stepsister." Soren flashed a knowing look at me and I cringed at the sight. He had barely stepped out when I saw his message. ~Simon would need someone by his side tonight. You'll be all mine on Christmas. Remember I still have your pantie with me and one snitch, mom is just one call away.~