Victor Reader Novelas e Histórias

Images from the past, reminiscences from when they first met, flashbacks from the times they had spent together, and lastly images from yesterday when he raped her. Shivers ran down her spine as she remembered last night. She could still feel his lips leaving hungry kisses down her body, still feel his hands groping her breasts and touching her thighs, touching her down there, she could still hear his lustful growls. Emma closed her eyes and cried. She could still feel his touch on her body. 'You're easy to read.' More tears rolled down her cheek as she recalled his words. He had always read her exceptionally well then what happened last night?

Victor's voice was gruelly and gruesome. Sometimes, Reid forgets that they have the same wolf, Victor was different with Alexander, he makes him behave like contrarily and it scared them sometimes. “You can't hurt her like you hurt the rest, she is out mate,” Reid told him through gritted teeth although he didn't want to annoy him, he was still annoyed. “Ha ha, she is mine, okay? None of you will share my mate with me, it's enough that I share myself with you three!” Victor snapped and then moved toward Reid, he flung his arm and his claws tore deep into Reid’s cheek although he tried to dodge.

The wind carried snow between them. Victor held up the flash drive. "She stole everything."

Alex tried to move, but Victor’s grip tightened. “Don’t you dare,” Victor warned, voice low and dangerous. He glanced at his own screen first, jaw tightening, then unlocked Alex’s phone with the code he had already forced Alex to give him days ago. His eyes scanned the messages, and something dark and stormy flashed across his face. “Victor, what is it?” Alex asked, voice shaky. He could feel Victor’s cock twitching inside him, still rock-hard, but the billionaire’s expression had turned cold.

A new page turned. VICTOR LANG, ALIAS: THE STORYTELLER. Victor stepped from the ledger, unburned, pristine, suit immaculate. But his eyes were pages, flipping endlessly. “You thought I was the villain? I was the scribe. The wager was my pen. The seed was my ink. And you..” he pointed at me..“are the ending.” He snapped his fingers. The alley inverted.

“How does it feel knowing the first two fantasies I read about you are now dripping out of your greedy cunt?” My breath hitched. Fresh heat flooded my cheeks—and straight to my core. I pushed myself up on shaky elbows, the memory of his thick cock grinding deep inside me while I could barely move still burning hot in my mind. “You really read every single one,” I whispered. “Every depraved word.” Victor’s lips curved into a slow, dangerously sexy smile. He reached down and lazily stroked his cock, spreading our mixed juices along the veined length. “Including the darkest one. The non-con fantasy where I chase you… catch you… and force my cock into my own daughter-in-law while she begs her fa

and I followed her through the crowd already knowing who I would find at the end of the path she was clearing Victor stood by the window with the city sprawled behind him, and when he turned to greet me his smile was perfectly polite, perfectly appropriate, the smile of an investor meeting an author whose work he admired, and I wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all, at the performance we were both giving for an audience of people who had no idea what they were watching "Ms. Hale, I've been looking forward to meeting you all evening" he said, extending his hand, and when I took it his thumb pressed against my pulse point in exactly the same way it had the first time we met, in exactly th

"I should give you two some privacy." Victor's hand came down gently on the back of Sophia's head, guiding her rhythm without choking her. He looked straight at Ryan. "Sit back down. If you walk out that door right now, you walk away from everything. The loft. The contacts. The money. Her. All of it becomes mine. I keep what I like." Ryan froze halfway up. The weight of the words settled over him. He sank back onto the sofa, face burning. Victor smiled slightly, still guiding Sophia's movements. "Good choice. I enjoy an audience. Especially when the audience understands exactly what he is giving up. Keep sucking, Sophia. Deeper. Use that tongue the way I know you can."

“I am better than him.” “But you still lost.” That hit him harder than anything I’ve said so far.I saw it instantly in his eyes. Victor stood up slowly from the examination bed. “You didn’t figure out anything,” he snapped. I remained calm. “You’re desperate now.”His eyes flashed dangerously. “You think those letters were everything?” I stayed silent. Victor stepped closer.“I have a million ways to destroy Alexander Voss.” My pulse quickened slightly as I wanted him to say more.

she groans. "Girls," Victor calls us out for talking. "Excuse me Victor, but I think she needs some help," I say, she won't be done with these in days by the speed she's going with right now. "Come here," Victor calls her and she glares a death glare. "Do you need help?" Victor asks her and she shakes her head no, too proud to say she has trouble reading, or maybe she was never educated. "Can I see your paper?" he says and she gave it to him looking away, she looked at me again mouthing the word 'Bitch' at me, I think I deserved it for stepping in.