Something Wicked This Way Comes Book Novels & Stories

Making her orgasm just to get her name out of her is all kinds of messed up. And completely unfair. And unfortunately, incredibly smart. She really didn't see it coming. The fox won that round. The thing is, Dorian sees through people with terrifying ease. Every lie she tells, every trick she tries, every carefully planned move eventually ends with him staring straight through it as if it were made of glass. Which is exactly why she changed tactics at the last second. No more lies. She left him the truth. The no-tricks trick. Or at least, that's what she calls it inside her head.

He didn’t bother with finger first. That fat head of a monster cock notched at my entrance and pushed. And I lost it. I screamed. His cock slammed deeper and I saw black. It was too much. Too big. I felt the stretch tearing through me, my legs shook violently, my pussy started twitching around him, soaking up his cock, so hard, fucking tight. I came. Right there. But he didn’t stop. He fucked me through it, his cock kept slamming in like he was rearranging my womb, like he was owning every inch of my cunt.

Then a soft wind swept through the cracks in the window, carrying with it the faintest whisper—low, cold, and unmistakably real. Carter… I stiffened. My blood ran cold. Charlie turned toward me, brow furrowed. “What is it?” “Nothing,” I lied, forcing a shaky breath as the whisper faded into the night. “Just the wind.” But deep down, I knew better. The Wicked wasn’t gone. He was waiting. And somehow… he knew my name. —————————————————————————————————

Two thick fingers pushed the fabric aside and slid through my folds, teasing my entrance before circling my swollen clit. I whimpered, hips bucking into his touch. “That’s it,” he murmured against my neck, kissing and biting softly. “Let me feel how much this quiet little librarian wants me.” He pushed one finger inside me, then two, pumping slowly while his thumb worked my clit. I was shaking, biting my lip to keep from moaning too loudly. “Look at you,” he whispered, voice full of dark satisfaction. “Falling apart on my fingers between the books you love so much.”

Pamela whined and drew her lips into a soft pout. Luther lifted a dismissive hand. "Not at six grand each." Pamela swung her head to me. "You're the accountant, say something!" Clearing my throat, I picked up a small book from my desk. "Mr. Lucario, I'm afraid this is the only solution I can offer." The book slid into Luther's hands as he leaned over to read the title: How to Go Broke in a Week: A Beginner's Guide. Luther barked out a laugh, pointing at me. "You got me, Monroe."

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

I felt the blunt head of his cock nudge against my entrance again. “Tell me you want this,” he said, his voice strained with restraint. “Tell me you want your husband’s best friend to fuck you raw while he sleeps upstairs.” “I want it,” I whispered, pushing back against him. “Please… fuck me, Victor. Take what doesn’t belong to you.” He gripped my hips and thrust forward in one powerful motion, burying his entire length inside my dripping heat. The stretch was exquisite. I moaned loudly, my walls fluttering around his thick cock as he bottomed out.

The more I thought about it, the more those seven years felt like a joke. My eyes grew heavier and heavier, and I sank into a deep sleep… It was not until that night that Ruby's scream woke me. "Silas! You actually sold everything just like that?! Those were the company's core assets! Do you realize you just committed a white-collar crime?! You really can't see the big picture at all!" I could smell a strong scent from her. It was the same woody scent Jack always wore. Her suit was slightly disheveled. One button on her silk blouse was buttoned wrong, leaving a strip of lace exposed, and she had not even noticed it.

The dick was hard and aching, engorging faster than it should have been. My head began to swim. "Let me take care of that for you, a buff daddy for the night?" Something in his words and his eyes caused everything to finally dawn unto me. The bastard had spiked my drink. He must have slipped some kind of aphrodisiac into the glass when he came to the counter before without a doubt. "I know you'll fuck me so good," he moaned as his hands came to cup my prick. Fury consumed me. "Fuck off!" I bellowed, slapping his hands away and standing abruptly.

What the hell is happening here? “What the fuck?” I say. Is this some kind of prank that Victor’s decided to pull? He should know that we are not in high school anymore, and this kind of behaviour is nothing but stupid. I don’t understand what this means, but I know it’s nothing good. I don’t know what to do. Should I touch the book? Should I even go near it? What if something bad happens to me if I do touch the book? The book finally stops moving, and it stays on one page. There’s an image in the book. I look hard at what’s being portrayed, and it’s the image of a beast with large horns.