Striker X Reader Novels & Stories

Watch out for “Striking Blow.” (Strike Zone Book #2) This is Pearl and Antonio’s story. Filled with international intrigue and subterfuge. Striking Blow Colombo. Sri Lanka. Pearl needed directions—a map—a freaking GPS back to herself. Finding her worth again meant starting with a physical transformation. For starters, the blonde princess staring back at her in the mirror wasn’t real, and it was time to pack “socialite barbie” away in a dark drawer; time to step away from the two-hundred-dollar haircut and her designer lifestyle.

, he threatened, and that silenced her. I wired the amount to him, and left the club with the lady without even bidding Stefano goodnight. My blood wouldn't calm down until I explored this one. ***** Francesca's POV. “Fucckk” I moaned as he burst through the door into his living room, still fighting for domination over my whole body. I couldn't believe I was this stranger's house, willingly about to fuck him. I’ve done this stripper job before, but I'd never followed anyone home. Everything ended in the club.

(Realizing he is in combat he goes to stomp down on her as she throws a kick simultaneously landing her foot under his ankle) Kimora: Indolent!! (Countering Xanne's stomp with a rising kick and performing a full split using recreation to propel herself forward. As she performs the split she slides between his legs as he trips and falls then aims recreation at the ground behind herself and pulls the trigger, propelling herself forward and quickly landing on her feet.) Xanne: (Again standing back up calmly) So I came here to apologize and you want to act all human about it?! I get that you have a thing for Dantzler but what's the harm in me asking to see some ti-

“Strip, Corporate Cum Queen. We’re upgrading the contract today.” My heart hammered as I peeled off my blouse and skirt, standing naked in front of them. Jax opened the box and pulled out the most insane BDSM contraption I’d ever seen: a full-body leather harness with silver rings, built-in nipple clamps connected by thin chains, a thick remote-controlled dildo with a bulbous base that locked inside me, electric stim pads for my clit and inner thighs, and a delicate silver shock collar that read “Property of Strategic Innovations” in tiny engraved letters.

Xander jerked his head to look at the bouncer and realized he was the next in line. He glared at the perverted man and made his way into the strip club, the club was filled with a lot of perverted men raining money on the strippers, he looked around looking for someone odd. He noticed a man sitting in the bar area with two girls on his lap he was talking to them. He smirked swaying his hips as if he was dancing, he pretended to trip and fell on the body of the man pushing the girls away from him. "Oops, sorry," Xander said in the arms of the man the man's hand was wrapped around his waist. The man looked into Xander's eyes with lust and desire. Xander was feeling uncomfortable being close to

“Strike if you must. But I will not meet you in anger. Not today.” Jareth stared at him, baffled, before a malicious glint filled his eyes. He saw not humility, but weakness. “Then you truly are unfit!” he roared, lunging toward Xander with a fist raised. The crack of bone on bone echoed through the arena. Xander’s head snapped back, his body recoiling, but he didn’t fall. He stood, swaying, a thin stream of blood trickling from his lip. He didn’t flinch, didn’t retaliate. He simply absorbed the impact, grim and unwavering.

“ I will knock them down. You burn them to ashes. ” “ Make sure to use that impressive, unusual speed that’s not common for Lycans to get away before you are burning to ashes yourself. ” Striker mocked and shot a line of fire towards me. I moved away before it could consume me and as expected, the crawling bones turned into ashes, “ Well, you know I have vampire tendencies. ” “ I am hurt. You must have told everyone but me. ” Striker scoffed, but still burned the ground the dead walked on.

His fingers enter me once more, masturbating me forcefully, increasing my spasms. "You... will... kill me like this," I whisper in his ear as he sucks my breasts. "Are you still thinking about him?" X asks, looking at me seriously. He continues masturbating me forcefully, thrusting his fingers inside me. "Tell me, are you thinking about him now? Hmmm?" He runs his tongue over my excited nipples. "Tell me, Sweet... are you thinking about him now?" "No... nooo!" I moan as I climax once again on X's fingers. "Oh, no... Please... stop... please..."

I say while kissing his neck. "Yes baby," he moans. "We have a problem." "And that is?" I trail my kisses up to his ear and whisper, "You're not naked." He pulls his back and looks at me with a lustful smile, "You just can't wait to see me strip." I giggle and Xander stands up. He strips of his top, leaving him in his god given abs, arms and a BEAUIFUL wide muscles chest. He then takes his pants off alone with his boxer. He now stands before me with a huge boner. But his body is still a body of a fucking SEX GOD!

I figure Stryker might use Hunter’s skills, and I just don’t feel like making things comfortable for him after he asked me to go against my men’s wishes. Stryker walks into the room a moment later, holding a laptop and a file. Seeing Hunter, he gives him a tight smile and turns to me with a reproachful look. I almost laugh at his expression. Hunter, on the other hand, looks dumbstruck. His mouth is gaping open, and his eyes are as wide as saucers. “You’re...you’re Stryker Owens.” He mutters in an awed tone. Stryker’s smile widens as he extends his hand to shake Hunter’s hand.