Steven Grant X Reader Novels & Stories

He nods to me respectively and greets Xenia. “Steven!” To my surprise and annoyance, she runs over embracing him as I stare at him quizzically. He looks at me and shrugs like he’s just as confused. We’ll be discussing that later. He opens the door for us, and I motion for her to enter before me as I follow behind staring at her perfect ass. The privacy screen goes up immediately and she’s on me like a rabid animal full of hunger and desire. She straddles my lap kissing me sloppily and I can’t help but be amused in her urgency.

“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.

“You will cum. I’m not ready… for this… to be over…” “Please!” I beg. “Please!” Steven has a soft spot for me. He always has. Unlike the others, though he enjoys teasing me, he also likes giving me exactly what I want. His hands fly to my arms and he yanks me upright once more. I tilt my neck, immediately giving him room. Baring his teeth, he sinks them straight into my flesh. I cum so hard that everything goes white.

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!"

Steven growled. Hearing those words sent a fresh flood of wetness to my pussy. The throbbing in my pussy turned into an insistent, aching need. I kept stroking Steven’s cock, my gaze locked on his, before leaning forward and taking the head into my mouth. My tongue flicked over the tip of his cock, tasting his precum. Then I traced the thick vein beneath with a long, slow lick. Steven grunted. “Arghhh! Stop teasing me.” I gave his cock two more slow licks, dragging my tongue along the head.

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.

Steven patted his brother on his shoulder and turned to give me a hug too. "Please take good care of my brother, Lily," he told me. "Yes, Steven." That is my duty from now on as Xavier's wife. I will love him and will take good care of him. "For sure my brother is so excited about the honeymoon, aren't you X?" he teased Xavier. They both laughed and patted each other. Steven was like a best friend to his brother Xavier. He helped us and hide me from my enemies who always plan to take my life.

“Oh, Kristie dear. Wait here—I’ll speak to Monsieur King. He’ll bring Oscar to his senses.” Without waiting for my reply, she turned and walked back inside, leaving me alone in my disgrace. Flustered, I moved aside and waited. Soon, Steven appeared. The last person I wanted to see. I tried to hide, but he saw me instantly and strode toward me. “You’re not supposed to be on the premises, Miss Grant,” he said, irritation clear in his voice. I rolled my eyes. He only dared speak to me like this because of my current situation. If we hadn’t lost everything, he wouldn’t dare stand before me, let alone confront me. Once I had Oscar, he’d be the first I’d get rid of.