Victor X Yuri Lemon Novels & Stories

" Aric had little choice but to shrug and wait as the circle of motorbikes continued to close in on them. At least twelve bloodsucking vampires, clothed in leather, dismounted their bicycles and took off their protective headgear. Aric waited until his sister took off her mask, at which point he saw that she had bright violet lipstick, thick black mascara, and purple hair. Aric approached Emily and extended his hand to shake before commenting, "It seems like you've gotten a few more piercings since the last time I saw you, Emily." "She responded, "Yeah, but it's too bad you still have the appearance of a jerk." She ignored his touch.

Victor keeps railing me, spanking my ass red while the cameras catch every filthy second. He pulls out suddenly and forces his cock into my mouth. I suck him eagerly, tasting my own creamy juices while looking straight into Lena’s eyes. The chat is going wild. Victor groans and fucks my throat for a moment before pulling out and moving behind Lena. “Your turn, jealous bitch.” He slams into her soaked cunt in one thrust. Lena screams, but her pussy is dripping. Victor pounds her hard while I climb onto the bed in front of her, spreading my legs.

He slid his hand from my lower back up to the base of my neck, his broad thumb tilting my chin up until I was forced to look directly into the silver storm of his eyes. "Not quite," he whispered. Before I could ask what he meant, his thumb pressed hard against the small cut on his own cheekbone, smearing a faint bead of fresh red onto his skin. He brought his hand down, dragging that bloody thumb over my lower lip, painting my mouth with his mark just as he had done in the wreckage of The Vault. "Now," Julian purred, his dark gaze dropping to my crimson-stained lips, "it's signed in blood."

The slight warmth of her embrace left me as she stomped out of the room and down the hall. Within a few seconds, whatever bomb was inside her exploded on impact. "You're a piece of shit, Victor Russo!" Alexis yelled. "What sad excuse of a man flirts with their side piece in a fucking hospital while his wife lays in a hospital bed?!" "How dare you talk to Victor like that—" Lily's shrill voice was interrupted. "Shut the fuck up!" Alexis barked. "Go find another home and marriage to wreck since it's all you're good at!"

The dimly lit bar was a sanctuary for the weary and the wicked alike. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses. Chase Almonte leaned against the polished mahogany counter, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. He had always been a man of ambition, but lately, that ambition had twisted into something darker, fueled by a burning hatred for his niece, Desire.

Damon hasn't come to visit me since that night and I didn't want to stay in my room wondering where the hell he could be. "Plus he's white," she added making me look at her confused. "What does that have to do with anything?" I asked. "When did white boys get so sexy?" she exclaimed making me chuckled a little bit. That was true if I were to look at Ryan, the statement stod with him. He was undeniably attractive and his personality was a bonus. He was definitely someone's dream boy. The waitress served our main dish. I had ordered a medium-rare steak with salad and Destiny had the fall-off-the-bone ribs with sweet potato fries. The taste of both of the meals was exquisite. I couldn't help my

Still mine. These men will never know that the woman they dismissed so completely is the daughter of Viktor Sorano. They will never know that the two men watching from across the room that night could have made their lives unrecognisable before morning. They are never going to know any of it, because I chose peace over retaliation, and that was the right choice, and I am not even a side character in their story. I am not even a thought they will carry tomorrow. They are the ones living rent free in mine, and that, more than anything else, is what makes me the most salty.

Liam said absolutely. Yura knew he was in a very bad mood because of what happened earlier. Feeling that she had won from Naomi, Yura got up and walked towards Liam then hugged the man from behind. "Let me comfort you, I know you're in a very bad mood." Yura's hand that was hugging him moved slowly to rub his stomach and chest. But Liam brushed it off violently, then freed himself from her embrace. The man glared at her. "I said, get out!"

Victor whispered again, trying to convince Ruby to hold on. Victor continued to pound Ruby relentlessly. Quickly and forcefully, Victor's hand slapped Ruby's small ass as he almost came. "Uhhh!" Ruby's eyes went white as her hands gripped Victor's shoulders, her chest heaving. Her legs shook with her ragged breathing. "Argh Ruby," at the same time Victor got the peak of his game, pressing Ruby's ass even more, and releasing all his juices into Ruby's body. Returning to smacking Ruby's lips and pulling herself free from the union of their bodies.

Leon’s POV “My brother is probably going to host a home party,” Victor said, smirking as he cut lines of white powder on the table. The sharp chemical smell rose up and burned my nose real bad. His hand shook a little as he scraped the blade across the glass. Tiny white dust floated in the air under the red lights. His girls waited on the couch behind him, half-naked and quiet. Their skin looked shiny with sweat and oil. One of them scratched her arm slowly, her eyes half-closed, breath shallow and ragged.