Wicked Adult Novels & Stories

“Well. I can live with that.” “That’s exactly it. You did a really good job yesterday, so lock the door and come here.” He laughed loudly and I grinned. “Brenda, you’re sick. As much as I’d love to rip off those knickers and bury myself inside you, it’s highly inappropriate.” “So is fingering me in a nightclub and eating my pussy on a boat on the Seine, but that never stopped you before.” He opened his mouth then closed it again. “But you’re sick. You weren’t then.”

As the door closed behind her, Xavier turned to me, his gaze piercing through me with chilling intensity. "She wants you dead, and I've promised her that you'll meet your end," Xavier said softly, his voice sending a shiver down my spine as he drew closer. "Go ahead. End me. I won't beg for mercy," I declared, my voice steady despite the fear that gripped me. "How courageous of you. I like that," Xavier smirked, his touch making my skin crawl with revulsion. "I won't kill you. Not if you agree to marry me," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear as he made his vile proposition.

“Yes. I’m always a good girl. Always.” I braced myself on my elbows, relaxing into the way he worked me. Three fingers turned to four, and he twisted them deep, making me cry out. He loosened me like a master, but my pussy still gripped his fingers like a vice, muscles ready to clamp around metal spines. The whisk had become quite infamous online. Luckily, my friends and family avoided Julian’s novels. The covers were more than enough for them. “I need to see inside your beautiful cunt,” he said. “All the way in. Spread and hungry.”

I could feel my powers coming back, but I knew deep inside me that it was only a tiny fraction of what I could do. Especially with the darkness in me. She gulped hard and settled back on the table. “Are… are you Aguya?” Her voice was tiny. “No, I’m way worse, darling.” I chuckled a bit. “I’m Eve. Wicked Eve.” As pale as a sheet, her skin whitened. “You-you’re Wicked Eve?” “Yes, yes I am. Don’t worry, I’m not here to hurt you. But I need your help.” “B-But Wicked Eve is… she’s so powerful! There’s no way you’re her!” She said defiantly.

The room smelled of alcohol because they had opened several bottles of wine on the table. Aria strangely now likes the smell of alcohol, even though she doesn’t drink it. Thankfully, this room is non-smoking, because she shouldn't be exposed to cigarette smoke. “Master Alexander thank you for accepting my offer and even accepting me as a VVIP guest! I am sure we can work together, this deal would bring us to millions and millions….” Their voices were like a lullaby for her. Her eyes felt so happy, the sofa was so soft. She leaned to Alex’s shoulder and immediately felt comfy. One of his hands was around her waist, stroking the side of her stomach, making her even more sleepy.

Her voice trembled but was firm, her eyes staring directly at this man. "Oh, you're the one who chatted last night?" This macho man remembered last night's chat, which sounded reckless, promising to pay dearly for intimate lessons. Apparently, Windy had been looking for a gigolo who could teach her how to satisfy a man—she found a secret website and chatted with Wilson, who offered "safe and professional sensual lessons," promising to teach her sucking and shaking techniques that would drive men crazy.