Storyville Slayer Novels & Stories

He was going to have a hell of a bruiser and Abby did an internal victory dance. Who were these rough men? Max apparently wasn’t a garden-variety stalker, and his gang had done this before. John – the little worm – was part of their deceitful A-team. It had been an elaborate set-up. Little Lizzy had no idea that her new boyfriend was a lethal gun-for-hire. The man called Slater stood before her, a good-looking bastard, too pretty for the likes of her. Compact, tanned with a slight cleft marring his perfect chin. An etched dimple completed the picture as his eyes settled on her feet.

Yes i am a sex slave. "Oh really if you called my nandini ma as slut then what you are. Yes she is doing all this but only with one man that is my chachu but you did that with multiple men. You just used your 3 husbands before and now when your 4th husband is not in the city you are sleeping randomly." Kiara come forward smirking. Niharika expressions changed into anger and she raised her hand to slap my kiara but i just held it.

The sound of skin slapping against each other, the bed making squeaking sounds, Mariam's shout of pleasure, and Robin's grunts filled the room. He snaked his hands forward and grabbed her breasts pinching her n'pples hard. He drew on them with the force of his thrusts. He slapped the breast hard making Mariam scream out in pleasure, her moans filled the air. "Yes, yes do not take it easy on me..." She cried out begging him to continue and take her hard. Robin pulled out of her and stood up, dragging her with him. He had so desired to have one of master Damien's sex slaves and now that he have one to himself, he would use her well before moving to his main target which is Galene.

He just grabbed my waist and started controlling my body as he kept slamming non-stop into me from below. I grabbed his knees and tried to steady myself, but the pain was too much and he just kept slamming his cock in and out of me from underneath, his grip on my waist tightening as he kept hammering up into me relentlessly, each thrust forcing my body upward on his lap before he'd yank me back down, over and over, without pause, without mercy, like he had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

“Tell me whose slut you are right now while I’m balls-deep in your married pussy.” “I’m your slut now Victor,” I gasped out loud, my voice breaking as my cunt clenched around him again and more slickness leaked out with every thrust. “I’m your married cum-dump please use me however you want and don’t stop fucking me like this.” He promised right against my ear while pounding me harder down the hall, “Good girl I’m gonna flood this womb with so much cum it’ll be leaking out of you all day.”

Should have made me freeze, made me pull away, made me stop this before it went any further. Instead, I felt my hole clench around him. A moan tore out of my throat as I imagined whoever was on the other end of that feed watching me fall apart, and loving every damned moment of it. “Yeah,” Stein breathed. “Yeah, you like that, don't you? Having an audience.” He slammed into me, hard enough that I saw stars. His hand left my neck and landed on my ass. Another sharp slap on my arse made me gasp, and my hips bucked back against him.

I realized, the hope returning to my voice. "Exactly," Xavier said, standing up and walking around the desk. He stopped just inches from my chair, looming over me. The scent of his cologne dark musk and cedar clouded my senses. "But men like Sterling don't flip for money. They flip for fear. He’s currently at an underground gambling den in the Diamond District. He thinks he’s safe there."

Trigger warning - rated 18+ This book has graphic sex scenes, addiction to sex, violence like murder and threats, betrayal, grief, and trauma. It shows sex used for control or revenge. If you’re sensitive to sexual coercion, addiction, or strong violence, please be careful. CHAPTER 1 ~ Skye ~ Nova pinned me hard against the wall. His thick cock was buried balls-deep inside my soaking pussy. He thrust up into me with steady, brutal force. Each stroke stretched me wide open and slammed right into that sweet spot until my legs shook.

She whimpered as I circled it lightly, with just enough pressure to make her push back. But I pulled away before she could grind into my touch. Another slap to her ass, making her clench. I took my fingers to her clit, rubbing harder now as I dipped a finger into her entrance with shallow thrusts that coated me in her sweet wetness. She moaned, arching into my touch. I stopped, withdrawing my hand. I slapped, rubbed, dipped and stopped. I repeated this over and over again, building the ache without giving her release. Her thighs trembled as her breath came in short pants.

So, here I was, on a Friday night, in a bar filled to the brim with hot men, ready to get fucked. I wasn't looking for love. That bullshit sounded expensive. Therapy was already draining my account. I didn't need to be more broken than I already was. I just needed to pick the right stranger to give me multiple orgasms and then I'd never have to see him again. Perfect, right? I flashed my teeth at the bartender as he pushed a shot glass towards me. He smiled back, like he was more than happy to be here. “First time?” I nodded, downing the liquid. “That obvious?”