Steven Grant X Reader Novels & Stories

Still yearning for that comfort, I didn’t notice Steven had walked to the front of the pillory, his figure blocking my view of Natalie. “W… what are you doing?” I mouthed. He didn’t answer. Just crouched to meet my eye level, then assessed my face like it was a parcel on the market. “Are you really gonna make her payback the favour that quickly?” Theodore chuckled, tracing my inner thighs and pussy with something that felt like leather. I glanced up at Steven when he stood, and watched him unbuckle his pants to let his cock out. Hard, throbbing, and already leaking with precum.

Admiration tugged at her heart, but she quickly pushed it aside when a young man made his way over to her. It was none other than Steven, King Greg’s cousin. Tall with wavy black hair and smouldering blue eyes, he had a smile that was both charming and menacing. “Why hello there,” he said huskily as he reached out for Lyra’s hand. “Hey there,” Steven said, his voice smooth. “I’m Steven. You must be Lyra.” Lyra nodded and smiled politely. “Yes, that’s me. Nice to meet you.” Steven’s eyes swept over her, and he smirked. “So, you’re the new wolf in the pack. Interesting.”

“You promised to claim my daughter, yet here you are, bonded to a weak human!” Weak? His insult hit me hard, and I fought the urge to snap back. “You’ll speak of my mate with respect,” Steven said, his tone deadly. I looked at him, startled. Did he just take my side? “And if I don’t?” Alpha Calix sneered, stepping closer. Steven’s smile was cold, calculating. “Unlike you, I don’t run to anyone for help. I fight my own battles.” “How dare you!” Maya spat. “Keep quiet,” Steven growled, his voice carrying a fierce warning that made the air itself seem to tremble.

A knock sounds on the door, and, with my mind in a haze, I can’t react fast enough before Steven enters and sees me holding this book. A bit of red rises in his cheeks. “We should… uh… probably talk,” he says as he comes closer. He glances down at the book. I don’t know what he sees. I’m still open to the page of the nerdy guy and the heroine’s mutual pleasure after edging for such a long time. His blush deepens. “Is that… the pleasurable torture chapter?” I have no idea how he knows that, but I nod all the same. “Beau told me to read that chapter… He said I might learn a few things…”

Steven barked, throwing a punch. He didn't even get close. Xander kicked him down like it was nothing. Cold. Precise. "Steven Garrett," he said, voice like ice, "who gave you the guts to touch my wife?" Everyone thought Xander was some buttoned-up gentleman. But I knew better—underneath that charm was pure steel. Steven staggered up, holding his side, and turned the phone camera on Xander. "This guy? He's my wife's lover! Looks fancy, but he's just trash!"

She shouted as she got up. “My problem is that the next head of the American Gang Syndicate is acting like a spoilt brat! No wonder Kurt went a fucked another woman, you are far too high maintenance!” Xan goaded. Grace walked over to slap him, but he caught her hand and twisted her so her arms were crossed against her chest. The result was his arms were around her and his body was right up against her back. Xan instantly felt sparks at their body touching, and congratulate himself at being right - they had immense chemistry that he wanted to explore.

Derren replied. Steven got up from the bed and stood up straight. He only had his trousers on, leaving his top half open completely. His torso and arms were stained with bruise marks from the cables and pipes that were stuck to his body during his time with Professor Joseph. “Governor Gerald, Professor Joseph, and Evelyn are going to die by my hands. For the sake of Gregory and for the sake of all the people they put through so much pain because of their selfish goals, I'm going to make sure they pay,” Steven said, his voice laced with anger as he tightened his fist.

“Do whatever you want. All my relatives are dead anyway.” Steven pulled out a bunch of fries like he was making conversation. He smiled. “Are you pretending you don’t know, or do you really not know? You still have family back in your hometown. You just chose to forget about them. I was deciding who to visit next. Now I don’t have to think too hard.” Victor’s eyes flew open. “You wouldn’t dare.” “Why wouldn’t I?” Steven’s tone stayed light. “Don’t forget where you are. This is East Coast. And I happen to work for Zachary Reynolds.”

he taps the third, a devious smile growing on his face, "is what I bet Xavier is like in bed." "Josh!" My entire face is red now. I pull the books away from him as laughter escapes his lips once again. "Read it and tell me if I'm right. I'll win twenty bucks from Zay if I am!" I throw another pillow at him. He dodges it with his knee. "Okay, okay! It might be okay for you to skip a day of training but unlike your man, my man will kick my ass if I don't go at least part of the day." I nod, looking back at the cover of the books. Two of them have couples embraced in some way, holding the other. One in a kiss while the other is just a passionate hug. The third, however, only depicts a woman. He

“Choose, Emely. Downstairs… or I make sure he can’t stand again.” Steven coughed below, the sound tighter, more painful. I saw him clutch his chest, looking at me with pleading eyes, begging me not to give in. “Emely…” Steven’s voice strained. “Don’t be afraid… I’m fi—” Alexander cut him off with a razor-sharp glare. Steven went silent instantly, as if the look alone had forced it from him. I shut my eyes. “I’ll go… just don’t touch Steven again.” Alexander inhaled slowly—not in relief, but like his anger had been satisfied.