Vanessa Reinhardt Sex Novels & Stories

Vanessa’s offer of a full day alone with Michael had left everyone on edge , especially Mirabel and Mitchelle, whose touches had grown more possessive overnight. A sharp knock at the door shattered the quiet. Mirabel’s eyebrows rose. “That must be the ‘company’ you mentioned.” Vanessa smiled like a cat who had already eaten the canary. She sauntered to the door and opened it, revealing a tall, strikingly beautiful woman in her early thirties with sharp features, platinum blonde hair pulled into a tight ponytail, and an aura of effortless dominance. This was Elena , Vanessa’s longtime play partner and occasional mentor, known in their private circles as someone who specialized in breaking str

she whispered. Win raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” Vanessa leaned in closer, her voice turning low and seductive. “You always liked Victoria, right? I’ll let you sleep with her. In return, you delete every single video and image you have of me.” Win stared at her for a moment, then laughed. “That’s a good deal. But how do I know you’re not bluffing?” Vanessa reached into her pocket and pulled out a key. She held it up in front of his face.

I got to Velvet an hour early again. Mikela clocked it immediately. “That’s twice this week.” “Slow day,” I said. Same answer. She let it go the same way. I was halfway through my makeup when she leaned into the doorway. “Your VIP clients came in last night,” she said. I still went. “When?” “Late. Didn’t request anyone. Just sat at the bar for an hour and watched the floor.” She tilted her head slightly. “Left without booking anything.” I turned back to the mirror.

Curiosity has completely taken over the look in her eyes. "What," I ask, and she turns her eyes to me. "What if we changed all the humans we have.....they could possibly be mates," Hilda says, staring at me. I furrow my brows together and tighten my grip on Vanessa while I think. "What makes you think that," I ask in a low tone. "Kraven.. the new redhead you bought. He is infatuated. Every move she makes, he watches her. He isn't allowing other males to touch her....but he himself hasn't....you know," she says, watching for my reaction.

"No one is coming, Aria. There is only you and me. And the sooner you accept that, the easier this becomes." He released me, and I gasped for air I had not realized I was holding. My phone, his phone now buzzed again. Richard read the message, and his entire body went rigid. "What is it?" I whispered. He turned the screen toward me. Elena Vasquez. Tech CEO. Survived domestic abuse from Senator Mitchell five years ago. Now runs a women's underground network. Considered extremely dangerous to men like you. - JM Richard's hand tightened on the phone until I thought it might shatter.

She knew she would jump into his bed with just a snap of his fingers. Castelo knew very well what she was thinking. Shuddering in disgust, he sped past her to his car. Of course, Ana, who thought she was irresistible to all men, didn't understand why Castelo wasn't falling at her feet. Damont sniffed the air. The smell, a sea breeze, wafted through the air, bringing relaxation to the nerves. Vinca had painstakingly created this fragrance and it was for her personal use and refused to produce it for sale.

a reporter called, leaning forward. Vanessa laughed lightly, the sound soft yet teasing. “Theo is indeed attractive, but that won’t happen! I have no space left in my heart for him.” A ripple of laughter swept through the press. Vanessa’s words reminded everyone of her high-profile relationship. A year ago, she had revealed publicly that she was dating the son of Sanders Rowes, CEO of the Rowes Corporation—a man of wealth, looks, and impeccable pedigree. Gossip columns had devoured every detail, and though some fans had been envious, her popularity had not wavered. On the contrary, headlines like “Vanessa Hartley: Winner in Life” and “A Perfect Pair” had only cemented her status further.

“No wolf could do this.” “This is sorcery.” Vanessa’s pulse hammered. This wasn’t about a royal rivalry. Someone wanted to provoke war and she was the weapon. A cold voice drifted across the courtyard. “Quite the spectacle, Hybrid.” Everyone turned. A woman stepped from the shadows, elegant, lethal, beautiful. Silver hair, crimson lips, eyes like a predator. Kael stiffened. “Lysandra,” he hissed. Vanessa’s heart lurched. “Who is she?” Draven didn’t answer. His entire body tensed, not with hatred, but something worse.

“Ethan! There you are!” Vanessa Reynolds stood in the doorway wearing a tight white tank top that clung to her massive breasts and black yoga pants that hugged her wide hips and thick, juicy ass like a second skin. At 42, she looked like a fucking goddess. Long, wavy auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a beautiful face with full lips and sultry green eyes. Her body was pure MILF perfection, with heavy DD tits, a soft but toned stomach, and an ass that jiggled slightly with every movement.