Romans & histoires Sly Grin

They groaned in stereo. “Fuck… look at her go, greddy bitch.” one panted. “She’s gonna make us both come like this,” the other answered. I did a good job such that they didn't last. First one shot hus cum across my tongue. Second one followed seconds later… thick streaks across my cheek, my lips, dripping down my chin. I swallowed what I could. Wiped the rest with my fingers. Licked those clean too. They stared at me like I’d just performed a miracle.

When Johann was finally done with his romantic getaway, he came back home and trampled all over my self-esteem like he was disciplining a mere dog. Was I just their afterthought after all? I flung my phone onto the couch in a rage. "I hate secondhand men who've been defiled by other women!" This was the first time I had said such harsh words to him. Unexpectedly, Johann frowned at once as anger lit up in his fiery eyes. He grabbed my chin tightly and slapped me hard on the cheek just a split second later. He slapped me so hard that my vision blacked out for a moment. "Nancy Castro! I am the one paying for your food and your lodging! How dare you yell at me like that! Who the hell do you thin

Very clearly, Ryker. “Yes,” I answered, a bit impatiently. It was more like he was purposely trying to get on my nerves. “You sure?” He raised one of those thick brows. “You're sweating.” I shot him a thick glare, even as heat crept up my cheeks. “ Ah ha!” he grinned, sheepishly. “There's the fire I've been looking for.” “If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now,” I gritted. “Sure thing, bunny. Have a lovely night,” he waved with a sly smile. “ And do extend our utmost gratitude to Grace.”

"Make sure he stays that way." Lucian’s jaw tightens. A slow, lethal grin spreads across his face—a predator recognizing its own kind. "With pleasure," he whispers.

And he just pissed the person not to be a mess with. I watch as Sully stumbles back, scared and trembling. But he let out a shaky-crazy...laugh? His laugh continued for a minute, and he went out of breathing as if there was no air in him. "That look!" He exclaims, still cackling. "That's the look I love the most. You and her share that same beautiful poisonous look. Your expression makes my whole body tremble, fear yet excitement like I'm about to cum." He licks his lips and starts to feel himself. "Show it again! Show me that look."

“I’m sorry sir, but we can’t let you go in with that cigarette.” Sly was ready to toss it out when I spoke up. “You can do your thing while keeping guard of the environment.” He has been gloomy since morning, I think something happened and he’s trying to pull himself together with a stick of cigarette. Sly who is obviously skeptical about my offer stared at the cigarette pinched between his fingers with a frown. “I don’t mind putting it out Ma’am, that’s why I get paid.”

Then it slides back to me, and he grins — a greasy, stinking smile that makes my skin crawl. He steps back out. The door slams. The lock clicks. Silence crashes down again.

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The smile on Dante's lips faltered for a bit as it turned into a sinister grin. "No”

“Who presents this newest member to the pack?” Richard asked as he stood on the dais. The pack members were all seated at the tables and I stood next to Kiran. “I, Kiran Sinclair, Alpha of the Southern Alaskan Pack,” he answered. “Present your member to the pack,” Richard said to him. “I present Levi Montgomery Sinclair, son of Georgina Sinclair, taken at the age of two and raised human and unaware, born of the Southern Alaskan pack under Female Alpha Georgina Sinclair,” Kiran said.