Something Wicked This Way Comes Book Novels & Stories

FORBIDDEN CRAVINGS Story 1: His Little Secret (Lila’s POV) I woke up with my body still humming from last night. My pussy felt sore and sticky — Ethan’s cum had dried on my thighs, but I could still feel the ghost of his thick cock stretching me while Alex listened from his room. My cheeks burned as I remembered moaning louder on purpose. I had wanted my brother to hear me. I slipped on a tiny white tank top and pink cotton shorts with nothing underneath. My nipples were already hard against the thin fabric. When I walked into the kitchen, Alex was already there.

He noticed things the way storms noticed open windows. “You still dislike the scar.” “I dislike asymmetry.” “You touched it twice.” “That was physician assessment.” “That was not entirely physician assessment.” Halrem shut the manuscript. Slowly. Very slowly, with the dreadful patience of a man deciding whether composure still counted as dignity. “You are becoming offensively perceptive.” “You are becoming easier to read.” The statement landed with deeply irritating accuracy. Before Halrem could respond, the white wolf rose from beside the hearth and crossed directly toward Draevor, settling calmly near his boots before dropping onto the archive floor.

I slowly slid two fingers in her tight cunt and attached my mouth to her clit. "That's it my little cunt licker suck your sister's clit till she comes." Oh God Brenda, YES don't stop." I had always wanted to see if I could make a woman come, hell now I knew I could even make one beg for it. I started grinding my twat into her face as she licked and sucked the closer I came to Coming the harder I pushed my pussy up to meet her eager mouth.

To my filthy girlies… this isn’t a love story. It’s a confession. Every story in this book is about women who were ‘good girls’ until they met a man who didn’t want good. He wanted wrecked. If you like it slow, go read a romance book. If you like it raw, if you like the sound of a spank echoing off a bathroom tile, if you like a man who looks at you like he wants to eat you alive… Then stay. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.

The air smelled like sex and cheap whiskey and the metallic bite of the cuffs. Then he moved. Slow. Deliberate. Crawling up the bed until he was close enough that the heat of him washed over my face. He gripped the base of that heavy cock and dragged the swollen head across my parted lips, smearing the wet tip over my mouth like he was marking me. “Open wider, princess.” A soft, broken sound slipped out of me as I obeyed. My eyes stayed locked on that thick, veined length. My tongue slid out to meet the blunt head.

he said. She shuddered, but remembered how interesting her own juices had tasted on his lips. She leaned forward and puckered her lips as he pressed the tip to them. Then he jacked his cock back and squeezed, almost like he was milking a cow and a big bubble of thick white burbled out of his cock and into her puckered lips. She gave a little suck and her tongue slipped out to tickle his glans. She leaned back, tasting, feeling the texture, and deciding she was her mother’s daughter. “I do like it,” she said amazed. “But it seems so ... naughty.”

She was way too far into it to stop or turn her life around. This was her life now. Exactly where she belonged. A black burly guy suddenly scooped her up like she weighed nothing and flipped her onto all fours. Right in front of her, the white stud she’d just rimmed was already in position, ass high, getting ready to take the same kind of punishment she was about to receive. Maddie gasped as the monstrous black cock rammed into her asshole in one vicious thrust. “ARRGH!” she screamed, voice cracking. His huge hands clamped around her tiny waist like iron, yanking her backward onto his pounding meat with savage force.

I went with him anyway. At the table, Cicio introduced me to the rival bosses and crooked intermediaries, men who smiled too easily and watched too closely. The plan was already in motion. Someone had been poisoned to weaken the opposition, and Cicio asked me to keep refilling glasses, to urge them to drink, to distract them while the deal was being cornered. Somewhere along the night, I drank what I wasn’t supposed to. I didn’t realize it at first, only that the room started spinning, my body going numb, my thoughts slipping out of reach. I was unraveling in front of everyone, humiliated, barely conscious.

The time for diplomacy had set with the sun. Victoria, noticing the sudden, lethal shift in Avery’s aura, felt a primal twinge of terror. Avery, once a submissive omega in the Nixon den, had undergone a terrifying metamorphosis after the birth of her pup. Her recovered voice and solidified rank endowed her with an intimidating presence—a stark departure from the broken girl they once bullied. Despite her bravado, Victoria always felt a haunting, familiar power when facing Avery, though she could never track its origin.

But the look in his eyes… The raw, desperate need… made my resistance crumble. "What do you want me to do?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. He smiled, slow and wicked. "First, I want you to touch yourself.” I hesitated for only a moment, then leaned back on my hands, spreading my legs wide. My skirt was still hanging up around my waist, my pussy exposed. I looked directly into the lens as I slid two fingers through my pussy, collecting the mixture of his cum and my own wetness, then brought them to my mouth, tasting it