Wicked Ways Book Novels & Stories

Jackson’s fingers work faster and my screams get louder. Marcus? Has he really gone and got Marcus? The whip hits again. Screaming, I can’t even think about it right now. Moaning against Jackson’s touch, the whip hits again but I’m still stuck on the edge. “Finish, Kitten. Cum for Daddy.” Jackson’s growl gets louder as his fingers move faster and harder. The lead pulls hard as the whip hits my ass. Moaning, I am ready to give up. This isn’t happening. Jackson’s mouth begins to kiss my body. Slowly, his teeth bite down at the same time as his fingers push against my G-spot. The lead yanks back. As I go to scream, the whip hits hard across my ass, the pain unbelievable.

Nyla’s POV I'm drawing a pentagram on my apartment floor with sidewalk chalk at midnight on a Tuesday because apparently this is what my life has come to. There’s a leather-bound book open beside me, old, as if it survived the Victorian era. I found it at an estate sale last weekend, buried under a box of porcelain cats, which feels like the universe burying a loaded gun inside a Build-A-Bear. It was quite an… interetsing book. The chapter I keep returning to shows a naked woman arched on her back on the floor, with a demon-man like being, with extra limbs, and an abnormally huge-sized cock burried inside her pussy.

Her heart pounded in her chest, a rhythmic drumbeat echoing through her ears. Anna's breath hitched as she felt his fingers trace the curve of her spine, sending shivers of anticipation skittering across her skin. She gasped as he cupped her @ss, his thumbs brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. He leaned in, his breath hot on her ear as he whispered, "Read the book, Anna. Read it while I fvck you." She reached out, her fingers brushing the hard cover of the book. "The witch's heart is a secret," She tried to focus on the words, but her mind was a chaotic as Xandros' fingers ghosted over her clit. A shudder ran down her body.

He lifts me up onto Daddy’s desk. Shoves the Bible aside like it’s in the way. Then kneels—kneels—in front of me like he’s about to pray. But instead… He spreads my legs. And starts eating me like salvation lives between my thighs. --- My head falls back. My fingers tangle in his hair. He groans into me, like my body tastes like worship. “Don’t stop,” I whisper. “Please.” “Oh, now you wanna beg?” he says, slick with lust.

Turning the cover for me to see he said, “So this is your favorite book, huh?” Wondering what had him looking so sly I focused my eyes on the cover and I immediately felt a rush of heat flare through my body. The cover had a picture of the naked anatomy of a man and woman embracing each other sensually and the title read, ‘100 ways to spice up your life.' “If this is what you were here searching for in the library then I don’t think I have any problem,” he laughed patronizingly, and flicking through the pages he stopped at one and reading the words on it he continued, “Try being intimate in random or unfamiliar places-”

Her body flinched at my words, but another wave of shivers covered her arms. “Dirty little doll.” The more I talked, the more her nipples were standing at attention, the more her breathing was getting heavier, the more her hands were gripping the fabric they were tied with. My fingers traced her leg. “I bet you are one of the people who like reading p**n books in public. ” I moved to her other leg, gripping her ankle. “I bet you keep a straight face while your panties are getting soaked.

“I wanna feel you fucking pulse. Feel you clench. Feel how desperate that little pussy is for me.” And then he slid two fingers inside. I lost it. I cried out, hips bucking, my body reacting so violently I almost knocked over a stack of books beside me. His fingers were long, thick, rough in the best way, and they curled just right—like he’d done this before, like he knew exactly what he was doing, like he wanted to ruin me with his hands before he even gave me his cock. “You hear that?” he growled, eyes never leaving mine.

If you’re below eighteen, you should not read these books as they feature a lot of violence, gore and sex. If you’re a fan of fantasy series with werewolves, demons, vampires, witches, gods and whatnot, you can read THE WICKED GAMES, which is the first in the series called The Spirileaxus Saga. Unfortunately, none of the books in this series is standalone, so you have to read them in chronological order. You can also go for CURSED BLESSINGS. Again, this is book one in the series The Blessed Ones.

Pamela whined and drew her lips into a soft pout. Luther lifted a dismissive hand. "Not at six grand each." Pamela swung her head to me. "You're the accountant, say something!" Clearing my throat, I picked up a small book from my desk. "Mr. Lucario, I'm afraid this is the only solution I can offer." The book slid into Luther's hands as he leaned over to read the title: How to Go Broke in a Week: A Beginner's Guide. Luther barked out a laugh, pointing at me. "You got me, Monroe."

Part of her was surprised to see that they had left and yet she felt relieved at the fact she could gather her thoughts. Remembering the book in her bag she took it out and began to flip through the yellowish-white pages until she saw what she was looking for. “What’s the worst that could happen?” she pondered as she looked at the title of the page- ‘Love Curse’ below the title showed a brief explanation about the potion and the ingredients to make it. “Besides, it’s about time he learns a lesson or two about suffering” she looked at the page before taking a blank page from her notebook and began writing the steps and ingredients down.