Victor X Yuri Novels & Stories

Victor worshipped her breasts with slow, greedy attention , licking, sucking, gently biting the sensitive undersides, then returning to pull her nipples deep into his mouth. “You have such perfect tits,” he growled against her skin. “So full and soft. I’m going to spend hours enjoying them this weekend.” He slid one hand between her legs and found her soaking wet. Two thick fingers pushed inside her easily, curling to stroke her inner walls while his thumb circled her clit. Lena moaned, hips rocking involuntarily against his hand. The guilt was still there, sharp and painful, but the pleasure was stronger. Victor stood suddenly, lifting her as if she weighed nothing, and carried her to the b

"Victor, she's yours." "Bend over the table," Victor commanded, standing. Maya bent forward, her breasts pressing against the green felt, her ass in the air. She heard Victor's zipper, then felt something massive pressing against her pussy. "No warm-up," Victor said. "You said you wanted it rough." He slammed inside her in one brutal thrust. Maya screamed. Victor was huge, at least fourteen inches and he'd buried himself to the hilt without preparation. The stretch was immediate and overwhelming.

“I don't have beef with you, young lady. You can only blame your luck for being so bad.” Violet tssked and folded her hands, “How is a weakling like you going to defeat me? I'm curious.” The man showed his right hand that were oozing of energy and flung it towards Violet chest. Without no effort, she held his fist with her left hand and landed an energy kick on his chest. Immediately, his aura disappeared and he stumbled backwards, blood spilling from his mouth. She had ruptured his heart vessels. Alaric stood up from the ground, “Ars you okay?”

Adan Leandro P.O.V. "I'm telling, you should have seen her for once then you would have believed me, I'm not lying or exaggerating her. She is more beautiful than Aphrodite." Damien Sokolov, head of Bratva, my best friend spoke with dreamy eyes. He just came back from a charity function and currently highlighting more about Albert Gomez's wife rather than whatever went in that business deal. Albert Gomez is the king of diamond merchandise and also has political influence in the country. A big shot man but has link with corrupt man like us. We are the hot collared criminals.

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

Slap! A tight slap resounded all over the hallway as if the design was there to amplify all kinds of sounds. Gryphon was so busy sizing up the males of Monarch that he didn’t realize the woman was the boldest among them. He should have known that the more venomous snakes struck faster. When he heard the slap, he quickly looked down and saw how Andrea shielded her face with her bag. He pulled Andrea toward his chest and used his hand to cover her face from malicious photos and more attacks from the other woman.

She asked. “Unless you want my dick shoved deep up that ass of yours, Scarlett, you are going to put on your fucking clothes on” Viktor snarled. Esteban growled, and to my surprise, as did my mate. “Tone your attitude down, you are not going to touch her without MY consent” Esteban said, making me frown in confusion. Artur, Ivan, and I looked at one another before Esteban spoke, letting us know that things went as Scarlett planned after all. Yes, the initial plan was for her to be with Viktor; however, she must have seen something that had her change her plans “the woman is mine, and you are NOT going to touch a single hair on her body, am I making myself clear?”

She is in the grave, unable to watch her child grow. Ramon Fridling was the only thing in her mind, Violet was hell bent on killing him, it was another mission of hers, to kill Ramon Fridling because he was the reason why Scarlet died. If Scarlet didn’t marry him, she was going to be alive today, but she isn’t.

“She is my woman. She belongs to me.” Sergi’s lips tightened. “She is my granddaughter. You will respect her position.” Misha stood up as well. But before he could say anything, Raven stepped back and went to stand by Yuri. “I am his woman,” she told both Sergi and Misha. “I desire the chance to know both of you but please don’t make me choose between you and Yuri.” “Yuri is Bratva. He will do as he is told,” Sergi warned her.

If Yuvi found out why I was going close to Viktor, I’d be dead by morning. That morning, I decided to test him. I was dusting the bookshelves in the hallway—another chore Irina made Viktor gave me that I pretended to enjoy—when I spotted Yuvi leaning against the far wall. He wasn’t bothering to hide his interest this time. “Dobroye utro,” I said, turning to smile at him. (Good morning.) He nodded, his expression unreadable. “Good morning, Miss.” “You’re up early,” I said, brushing imaginary dust off my hands. “Looking for Viktor?”