Simon Riley X Reader Novels & Stories

Or fear. Or worse—like she was broken. No. She wouldn’t let him in. She couldn’t. But fate didn’t care what she wanted. As she pushed open the bookstore door, she collided with someone. Hard. Books scattered across the floor, and Riley stumbled back, about to curse—but froze when she looked up. A man with pale eyes and a cruel smile stood there, holding a worn leather book in his hand. “Riley Hart,” he said, his voice like gravel dipped in honey. “Been a long time.”

he exclaimed. Riley laughed, hugging Lucas and Tiffany back, and then looked at River. “I think you’d better start reading that book,” she teased. “We’ve got some important decisions to make.” River nodded, still overwhelmed. He glanced down at the book in his hands, his heart full. “I think I’ll start right now,” he said, his voice laced with happiness. Author Note: This is end of Riley and River's plot. Stick around for Tiffany's story! Other characters will still appear, of course.

Zerina pressed comfort against the edge of my consciousness, bracing me. I inhaled, steadying my voice. “There’s more, isn’t there?” “Oh Lo, you know me too well.” I could hear the grin in his voice. Simon leaned closer, and I could feel his anticipation mirror my own. Our bond hummed with electric tension. “Have you read it?” Simon asked, his eyes locked on mine. “Well hello, Alpha. Nope. I can’t get the damn thing open. But while I was trying, a letter slid out.”

He was happy he was getting paid either way and he was also afraid that two guns were still pointed at him. "You will get the money before sun down." Simon told him and when you get it, kindly pick up the few rags you have here and disappear. Mr. Riley, this is for your own good." I hope you understand ?" He asked again. "I do Sir." Stefan replied. "Good." Simon said standing up. He patted Stefan on the back. "You love money so much Mr. Riley, I just hope it won't lead you to your doom. If I were you, I would invest this one. Because more isn't coming. And if you dare me by going behind my back," he smiled wickedly. "You won't live to tell the story." Simon told him before leaving the room f

Lila felt a wave of revulsion wash over her as she looked at the titles, but she forced herself to take them. "I'll get started right away," she said, eager to escape the uncomfortable situation. As she left the mansion, Lila couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about Alexander. His interest in erotic art bordered on obsession, and she couldn't help but wonder what other secrets he was hiding. Her thoughts were interrupted by a text message from Simon. "Meet me at the café on the 5th and 23rd. Urgent." Lila's heart raced as she made her way to the café, wondering what could be so urgent. When she arrived, Simon was already seated at a table in the back, his face tense with worry

“I’m… okay. Don’t worry.” It was a lie—but a softer one than before. Riley, of course, didn’t buy it. Her gaze flicked to Simon, silently demanding answers. “Get me an exam room,” Simon said to a nurse, authority slipping naturally into his tone. “And some ice.” They moved immediately. Riley helped me sit on the edge of the bed once we were inside, then exhaled shakily as she stood beside it with her arms crossed. “I can’t believe Mr. Bennett could do that to you,” she muttered, anger seeping into her voice. “To his own daughter? Come on!”

“I bet if I slide my hand into your panties right now, you’d be dripping wet for me.” My breath hitched. “You just got fucked by some guy and now you’re…” “Jealous?” She smiled, slow and knowing. Her thumb stroked my hip bone through my jeans. “He was just scratching an itch, Alex. You… you’re different.” I swallowed hard. “We’re best friends. This is crazy.” Riley leaned in until our noses almost touched. Her breath smelled like mint and sex. “Best friends who tell each other everything. Except I never told you how many nights I touched myself thinking about you.”

I don't deserve friends this loyal, this willing to drag me back into the world when I'd rather disappear into my books and pretend the rest doesn't exist. Riley, perched on Americus's bed in a sleek navy dress that manages elegance without effort, raises one eyebrow. She's been watching this entire exchange with the quiet amusement of someone who knows the outcome is already decided. "Or it triggers the conclusion of several months of emotional landmines detonating simultaneously," she observes. I groan, dropping my face into my hands. "Exactly my concern." Americus releases the curl and moves to the next section, undeterred.

Jordan sat down with the newspaper and started reading the headlines, completely focused. Riley’s fingers traced along Alex’s inner thigh. They moved higher until they brushed against her bare pussy. Alex was already damp from the constant tension. Riley’s fingers parted her folds and rubbed slow circles around her clit. “Riley, please,” Alex whispered barely loud enough for only Riley to hear. Her voice shook.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom. Santino took out his phone and opened his chat with Erin. The last message was his own cold reply: "Then get rid of it." His finger hovered over the screen, but he couldn't bring himself to type. The water stopped, and a moment later, the door opened. Riley emerged, wrapped in a translucent silk robe, her wet hair cascading over her shoulders. As she walked, the robe slipped. Black lace lingerie accentuated her voluptuous curves. She knew how to please a man, especially a man in the mafia.