Stinky Steve Novels & Stories

A low groan from the bathroom. My feet move before my brain catches up. The door is cracked and I push it open. Steve is– He stands at the sink, one hand braced on the counter, the other wrapped around his thick, hard cock. Heavens above. He’s stroking it, slow, angry strokes, like he’s pissed he’s this turned on. The head is swollen, leaking. And he’s bigger than Mark. Thicker. “Is that because of me?” My words slip out, slutty and breathless. But I can’t stop myself.

He hit me? I drew in a deep breath. What the hell did I expect? All of Steve’s true colours were starting to show now. Everything was suddenly making sense to me. Why he always let me down, why he always acted shadily whenever I asked him where he lived, why he’d always go to another room to take a call, why he’d always behave pissed off with Mum whenever he came round. This man was a stone-cold fucking bastard. He sold drugs, he murdered people, his men fucked prostitutes, he destroyed people’s lives.

Heck, he was already a millionaire many times over. Steve wasn't like that. He was obsessive, always looking for the ultimate deal, the one that would give him rock star status among his peers. He really thought this was it. He talked it over with me, as he had a habit of doing on all his deals. We were usually on his boat, fishing, just us. I'd look at him and just grin. "You really expect an intelligent answer? Shit, I don't understand what you're talking about most of the time. This stuff is giving me a headache. Now, are you out here to get Mr. Big or what?"

Fuck… why couldn’t I just move. “Mum’s home. Dad too. Wants to see you,” I blurted out senselessly, like a paranoid fool. His eyebrows quizzed, tightened in a questioning manner before he dropped his lips to my ear, licking a long stipe . that seemed to have unlocked my movements. I shoved my hands into his chest. He flinched only slightly, then burst out into a fucking laughter.

the mature lady replied. “Mom,” Emma scoffed. “Enough, that is so inappropriate.” Priscillia had a twinkle in her eyes as her smile deepened. Steve was red with embarrassment and he lost his appetite for his tea. Priscillia took a seat on one of the couches and crossed her leg. “You smell different,” she stated. “Scent maskers,” Steve replied. “Those are illegal, why would you have them on?” Priscillia asked. “We were being hunted by these monster wolves. They were an experiment gone wrong.” Steve answered.

Steve wiggles his eyebrows at me. "I can't I'm working" I mumble opening the contract I bought with me. "Aw boo hoo, how about you leave work early and we'll pay you the amount you missed out on," Ryder says and the boys laugh making me cringe. "You're disgusting" I spat at him. "Can't wait to see your hot ass every week" Steve smirks as his eyes fall to my chest and suddenly I feel exposed and violated. "Why don't you walk over to the door once, let me see that ass again" Ryder grins.

he said. I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest as I stood up and grabbed the man by his arm, leading him towards the back exit. As we stepped outside, I grabbed him, pulling him to pretend like I was going to kiss him. His breath smelt of alcohol and cigarettes, bringing back memories of the nights Steve had forced himself on me. I pushed those thoughts to the side, trying my hardest to hold myself together. As we moved further away from the entrance, I could hear the sounds of Steve and his men approaching. The man's demeanour changed as he realized what was happening, fear evident in his eyes. Before he could react, Steve and his crew emerged from the shadows, and Steve's men started pum

' "Yeah, I read somewhere that it helps aid digestion and fight acid reflux." "Interesting." Russell said, then shook his head when she tried to offer him one. Wendy kept pushing it and I wanted nothing more than to yell at her, like he's mine can't you see that? "So, Ethan. Why don't you tell me more about yourself." I said. "Well, I went to Stanford. First, I was studying business but realised quickly that it wasn't for me. I enjoyed working with my hands and tinkering with things." "You know, daddy always told me that you can tell the amount of work a man does by their hands." I reach over for Ethan's hand, but I could see that he was hesitant, but after looking in Russell's direction, he

How did you speak the truth aloud when you didn’t understand it yourself? I passed into the dark stairwell that led to the lower cellar, where the stone smelled of earth and rot and time. The light was thinner here. The world quieter. Still. And yet I wasn’t alone. I paused on the third step. There, half-shadowed near the bottom landing, stood a tall figure I recognized instantly. Derrin. The Alpha’s Beta. His right hand. His enforcer. He wasn’t looking at me. Not exactly. But he didn’t need to.

Covering myself with a light throw I looked up at Penny returning with old Steve in tow. “Mister Steve wishes to speak with you about Mister Hawkins,” she said softly and I creased my brow as I looked at Steve. “I know that he is a vampire king, and it bothered him after I pointed it out,” I muttered, and he nodded as he let out a long exhale. Wringing his hands Steve clenched his teeth and looked around the room. “I'm feeding him now,” I commented, assuming he was curious about the child, and grinned slightly when he nodded.