The Wilder Women Novels & Stories

And why had Dom been apprehensive that there was someone at the door if he truly was not expecting anyone? I felt tears sting the back of my eyes as the reality of the situation I am in began to dawn on me. I am a young unguarded woman in an Isolated Cabin filled with two strange men—one I have almost fucked and the other bursting into my house. Pretty much stating the obvious huh? You must think I’m such a stupid horny girl and maybe I truly am… but Dom is so irresistible. “Look at where that got you bitch. Defenseless with two bulky men…” a voice snarled in my head.

Because when another woman wants your man, and he’s too broken to push her away, how far will you go to reclaim your place in his arms? A sinful, scorching tale of lust, betrayal, and the kind of love that ruins you beautifully. CHARACTERS: LEXIE STEVENS The Woman Who Survived Hell and Still Burns with Fire Matalino, matapang, at fiercely devoted. Lexie rebuilt her life from the ruins of betrayal. But behind her strength is a woman haunted by passion, jealousy, and the fear of losing the only man she’s ever truly loved. Sa kabila ng lahat, she craves Ram like a drug—and it’s killing her slowly.

On a flat, sun-warmed rock, a yard or so away, there were two figures. Ruth sank into the dappled shade of a tree fern, obscuring herself from view. The two naked women had not heard her approach. They were engrossed in each other, oblivious to anything other than their own pleasure. Ruth’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of Nancy Brogan and Sarah Reynolds kissing with animal passion. Has the jungle changed them too? She found herself transfixed by their languid movements, the way they strained against each other, pressing breast against breast.

With reverence, he began to recite the sacred vows that would bind Gabby and me together in holy matrimony. "Gabriella Gomez, do you take Kyra Wilder to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?" "I do," Gabby's voice, filled with emotion, rang out clear and resolute, her eyes locked with mine, a silent promise etched in their depths.

I felt a sudden wave of heat, like I'm on fire. My blood boils as I sweat profusely. A loud groan filled my head. Her eyes shone the vibrant gold. Dark strands of red weigh down to her thin waist. The woman is weeping. Slowly, the light in her golden orbs disappear; her eyes covered by darkness. And all I felt was the coldness. Her pulse weakened and I could feel my lungs tightening. “You did nothing wrong.” A soft, mellow voice whispered.

The commotion below was coming from Olivia and WIlder with Castor standing by. “Just do it now.” “You don’t have to do this Livie!” “You know that I do! I know you don’t want to talk about it but you know that I have to Wilder!” Wilder doesn’t respond back. He begins to attack Olivia violently and she isn’t even fighting back. I am stunned watching it, feeling my blood boiling. It isn’t until I see his claws extend and slash across her side that a growl escapes my lips. It must be louder than I intend because all their eyes turn toward my window. It isn’t the blood coating the t-shirt that she is wearing or how she is down on her knees on the ground that is breaking my heart. It is the look

But she just answered me with her moans, her kisses, and the repetitive motion of up and down of her body. She was wild, feral. Unchained. And I love wild women during sex—especially sad girls who were cheated by their partners. Sad girls that despite their partners who cheated on them, they managed to cheat on them as well. Sad girls who, like Wisdom, are very much a professional when it comes to giving men a worthy lap dance. “More?” “More,” Wisdom purred. So I laid her on the couch just beside my working table and made her open her legs wide, entering her in a classical way of this sensual, deliciously passionate dance.

The rogue cried in pain and despair but started coughing hard. I pulled my nail out and stood up abruptly. At the same time, a warrior threw a bucket full of wolfsbane on his body once again. I marched out of the room as a storm was going on in my mind. The rogue screamed again, but his screams didn’t reach my ears. The Mountain Peak… The place where women were seen as a pleasure thing, not as human beings. Many men assaulted a woman at the same time without showing any mercy. Their screams, their tears, and their agony has no meaning for any person going there.

She excels at driving me wild. "Show me your tongue," she commands, and I obey without hesitation. Swiftly, she positions herself, offering her womanhood to my mouth. It feels as though I am a traveler, arriving in the desert and eagerly tasting the sweetness of her nectar. Her wildness intensifies, accompanied by her passionate moans and naughty words. It's evident that my manhood is standing tall. Suddenly, my manhood thrusts into her womanhood, and we both cry out in ecstasy.

"That's the woman who seduced Ms. Wilder's dad?" "Yeah, Ms. Wilder said it's the woman with the oil stain on her back. She deliberately seduces middle-aged men, causing trouble for families. Even after being rejected, she keeps going after them and offers herself for free." "Ugh, and she thinks she belongs at this event?" "How shameless. She looks all proper but is nothing but a seductress." "Seriously. If I were her, I'd want to hide in a hole." Willow turned to Talia, puzzled. "Are they talking about you?"