Vixen After Dark Novels & Stories

The big man walked a step or two behind the woman, so that she reached them first. “Hello. So pretty,” she purred. “I would strap them to a Saint Andrews cross.” A Domme, Victor realised meeting Vice’s eyes, and saw that his partner had caught the reference. Her voice was familiar, and Victor tried to place where he had heard it before. A singer, he thought, frowning, trying to remember the band or song. “Vice and Victor, this is Vixen and Shadow,” Raven introduced her. “Vixen and Shadow, Vice and Victor.”

Lucian greeted, I merely nodded once, opting to stay silent. Aedion smiled at us "So, shall we talk?" He grinned. • After around 2 hours of business talk and 5 martinis, it was finally time to leave "Always a pleasure Lucian" Aedion smiled, his eyes flickering to me "And an even greater pleasure dear Vixen" He grinned That's what I was known as. The Vixen. Every good assassin needs a badass name after all. "Likewise" I smiled politely He moved in to kiss my cheek goodbye, a polite gesture that turned sour as his hands drifted awfully low

shattered by a single day of passion. But in the quiet moments, I couldn't stop replaying it. The way Mr. Alfred's mouth had claimed my breasts, sucking hard on my nipples until I moaned. How he'd flipped me over, spreading my ass cheeks and sliding his tongue along my slit before plunging his cock inside me again, fucking me until I came hard, my pussy clenching around him. It was wrong, taboo, but god, it had felt so right. Finally, the call came. I sat in my tiny apartment, phone shaking in my hand. “Ms. Kamilla? Your results are negative. You're clear.”

Zafira Nightvale POV "The first female wolf did what her rogue tail shouldn't have done, the second female wolf marched right where her paws shouldn't have stepped, and the third female wolf my golden eyes have never even looked at inside this territory!" Vickon Blackwynd growls real low to my face, his big chest moving up and down against the furs. "The very first female wolf who tried to claim my mating bond had bad thoughts in her brain because the Darkmere Crossing pack paid her pouch to steal our map secrets, but my claws caught her before she could touch the pack letters."

My eyes fly open and Binx stands, making sure I’m all the way back before he jumps off. “She’s fine,” I tell Lucas as I slowly sit up. “Why didn’t she answer her phone?” Lucas takes my hand and helps me to my feet. “She was a little, uh, indisposed.” “How so?” I make a face, feeling awkward, like I’m ratting out Eliza to her father. “She was distracted with a vampire who has to be Dominic. I’ve never seen him before, but this vampire had dark hair and some sort of tribal tattoo on his chest, which I saw because neither of them had many clothes on.”

won't he scoffs ' fine then' I say. I wrap my right arm to his neck in a tight neck hold causing both of us to fall on the ground, I punch his stomach from the side he lets go of me and I quickly roll away from him to get up he grabs my shoulder trying to pull me back I grab his arm and flip him over my shoulder towards the ground and I go on top of him 'don't under estimate the power of THE Venom Vixen sweet heart' I say, I get off of him and put my hand out to help him get up. We continue walking and we get to JC's car. He droves off and we head towards Saratoga which was about a 45 minute drive 'so you really aren't going to tell me where we are going?' I ask 'you'll see when we get ther

Today Morana looked different with the clothes she wore, usually she would wear jeans and a sweater but this time she wore a dark blue mini dress that only reached her knees with sleeves that covered up to her elbows. Morana started panting when Daniel traced his fingers on her curves, he lifted the hem of Morana's dress which then exposed her smooth thighs for his eyes to enjoy. Daniel stopped their kiss and both of them looked at each other. They both could see the wild lust in each other eyes, like an out- of- control monster, writhing behind their eyes. Daniel then realized the situation they were in, he pulled Morana and spun her around, so that the woman's back hit the wall hard.

Hating him, wanting him, needing him, hating herself. Christophe had unleashed a woman she didn’t know and didn’t want to remember afterward. When they were interrupted, Lara had been fathoms-deep in shock. But Christophe had blazed with triumph. He had skated an insolently intimate hand across her breast in an arrogant display of sexual possession.

He looked vicious. With tearful eyes, she kept staring at his back when he climbs the stairs and disappears behind the door of his room only then she exhales a sharp breath. And when she opened her eyes and looked up ahead, she saw Ivan coated in the thick stain of blood and he followed the office room. Once both the men were out of her sight, she tiptoes back into her room. Closing, she leans back against the door and calms her racing heartbeat. It was really scary. They never return home before midnight and leave early morning. Today was a special case to witness them in the afternoon. She decides to take a bath and change into some comfy dress.

Francis rose to his feet and moved toward her, his hand outstretched to touch. However, his fingers met only air. The vision vanished. Then, in the dead of night, Francis awoke to find 'me' seated at the edge of his bed, turned away, bearing the marks of injury. "Natalie?" His voice was a whisper, barely there, as if he feared shattering the silence. She faced him, her features void of emotion. "Why didn't you save me?"