Strike Back Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I told him. "Fine. Don't move." He ordered and moved behind me. I held my breath in anticipation of the strike. He snapped it across my lower ass and the slight sting flared into a burning sensation. This was too light to truly feel anything. It hardly touched me. "Again?" I need to be sure. The cane made a low swooshing sound in the air as Nik laid another strike an inch below the previous one. "Fuck." A cry wretched out of my mouth and tears spurt in my eyes at the searing sting.

“You have no background and no real ability. Even if I gave you the credit, could you handle it?” I held the glass of red wine in my hand, my knuckles turning white from how hard I was gripping it. Looking at that arrogant face of hers, I finally couldn’t hold back anymore. I walked up to her and splashed the wine straight into her face. Then, before she could react, I slapped her hard across the cheek. “Even if I had no ability, I’d still be better than a fraud like you who only knows how to steal other people’s work.” “How dare you hit me?”

Lila cried out, the sudden stretch making her eyes water. "Take this cock like a slutty little girl,” he growled, spanking her ass hard. The sharp slap echoed as he fucked her with raw intensity, hips slamming against her ass. Lila moaned loudly, hands pressed against the glass, body rocking with every brutal thrust. "I’ll fuck you senseless,” he rasped against her ear, pounding deeper, “you won’t be able to write another scene about me without wishing I was buried inside you like this.” Lila’s eyes widened in shock. Her mind reeled. What!? He knew about her Fanfics? He read them?.

Confused. I struck again. This time harder. Stronger. Faster. A crack appeared. Small. But real. The laughter stopped. “What… was that?” “Did she just—?” ⸻ The cousin paused. Just for a second. He turned to look at me. His smile faded slightly. ⸻ I didn’t stop. I struck again. And again. And again. Each hit stronger than the last. Each movement faster. More controlled. More powerful. My body moved without fear now.

I whispered, shaking my head, “I didn’t take this picture myself, I was turning back to the camera so obviously this picture didn’t come from me. And I don’t even know who took it.” Sloane looked at me, really looked. For the first time, her tone wasn’t icy, it wasn’t calculating. It was human. “So you admitted that it was you? Okay fine, who hit you? I mean who gave you all this injury?” I raised my hand then I took a step back to the window. “I think it’s better if we keep my private life out of all this mess.” Sloane scoffed. “Miss Tessa, you are now the fake girlfriend of a famous football striker. So you have to put up with things like this.”

“She will never figure me out but let her know she’s not chasing shadows anymore. Let her feel my breath on her neck. Let her feel me closing in on her.” I turned to the fire, watching the ashes dancing on the fireplace. “And let her wonder how far these hands reach.” “You think she suspects the council member who just left?” “Not yet,” I replied, looking ahead. “But suspicion is a seed. Let’s water it.” Kara moved toward the door. “I’ll brief the team. The strike happens on the full moon. That gives us five days.” “Make it dramatic,” I called after her. “But clean.”

Staring at the blood on my wrist. “No,” I breathed. “Not mine.” He smiled—slow and wicked. “Good.” He pulled me close and kissed my cheek, leaving a warm smear of blood behind. “Don’t,” I whispered. “I’m filthy.” “I like you filthy.” I hit him hard in the chest, but he only laughed, catching my wrist. He held it for a moment, then twined our fingers together as we walked toward the car, stepping over the bodies of the fallen.

No matter how many slaps I get, I’m going to keep talking until I get my fucking point across! Something hot and raging lifted my chin, then a new strength, the form of tenacity, slammed into my chest, and a fierce resistance shot to my eyes. The two dirty faces of menace turned surprise, then confused, and then fearful. ‘She’s glaring like a proud bitch!’ Rogue two grunted and slapped his palm across my eyes—-my thighs were finally spread wide—-. ‘We’ll make you scream your regrets!’ PHWOOP! You’re the one who’ll scream your balls out, asshole.

I landed the first strike on her right ass check. She wasn’t expecting it and flinched at the sudden swat. “One” Each strike was fueling my penis and hardening it until I was sure it was going to explode right there inside my boxers. By the time she reached number seven, I stopped my strikes and went back to messaging her ass gently, rubbing away the pain. She was breathing very hard at that point and her scent was filling the room and filling me with more desire and thirst. I leaned over her and whispered in her ear as I warned her “Don’t forget where we stopped at, or I will have you start from the beginning”

Prince Nicholas commanded with a slight nod, beckoning Scarlet closer. With eagerness and a confident stride, Scarlet approached him, radiating seductive allure with each step. Without any prior warning, Prince Nicholas's hand swung out, delivering a stinging slap across Scarlet's cheek, leaving a fiery red mark. Shocked, Scarlet began to protest. "What is the meaning of ...!" Before she could complete her sentence, he struck her once more, his eyes aflame with unspoken rage. "Why...!" Scarlet attempted to speak, but Prince Nicholas struck her once again, this time with even greater force, sending her tumbling to the floor. Scarlet's defiance transformed into fear, her face displaying eviden