Wicked X Reader Novels & Stories

Propped against the sink, she met his intense gaze in the mirror. Niu gripped her waist and began to move, his rhythm building from slow and deliberate to urgent and unrestrained. It had been four long months since they last touched, and the hunger between them consumed every thought. His movements were powerful yet controlled, each motion sending waves of pleasure through her. She clung to the sink, biting her lip to suppress her cries as he pushed her higher and higher. Kate’s skin glistened with sweat, her breath coming in shaky gasps. The sensations were overwhelming, his every move brushing against her most sensitive core.

"Are you implying I sanctioned this? Why would I sabotage my own sister's return?" Avery feigned a flinch, her face going pale. She looked at the floor, whispering, "I only wondered how a commoner found such boldness. I meant no accusation against the Young Alpha." "Enough!" Harrison barked. His eyes, usually clouded with age, sharpened like obsidian. He went quiet, calculating. "The girl has a point. A man of White’s calculated nature does not simply lose his mind to lust. He has been a paragon of restraint until now. Victoria, did you truly scent no oddity in his behavior before he struck?"

N/B: This is a different book. A standalone in the Wickedly universe. It's been months since Freya Adams died. Everyone thinks it's an accident, but Allison Adams knows better. Freya was her sister, and they were close. So, so close. When the Adams family tries to get Allison to marry Paul Debarcio in Freya's place, Allison is scared and tries to escape. Paul killed Freya, and he would kill her too, because she knows too much about his crimes.

she exhaled in a husky whisper, her face alight with a wicked, pleasure-drenched grin. They manipulated her breasts along his length while he bucked his hips in sync, thrusting through the improvised channel. Eventually, they hoisted her to her feet and bent her forward again, her hands clamping onto a pole for balance as a man slotted in behind her. Thea arched willingly, parting her legs obscenely wide, and let out a deep groan, eyes fluttering back as his cock sank into her pussy from behind. “Right there… oh god, yes,” she murmured in bliss, her body rocking with each powerful thrust, her breasts bouncing wildly in rhythm.

- There would be detailed graphic scenes of abuse, sexual assault and other highly disturbing scenes. Do NOT read if you are triggered by- -Violence -Sexual abuse -Dark Manipulation -Mental Abuse -Physical Abuse -Blood -Gore -Mistreatment -Degradation I’m giving all the warnings beforehand, this book is not for faint hearts. It is extremely dark and disturbing! Meant for those who want to push their limits on the dark side. Hope you have a good read.

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.

I could feel my blood draining to my lower half, hardening my dick that desperately wanted to fuck her. But I held back. And this was what got Hector furious than ever, and in order to calm him down, and calm my storm of lust, I was running on the treadmill with the speed turned to maximum for fucking as long as half an hour. Hector pounced in my mind, “You are bad, Xander. Your wife was naked, and you didn't even touch her jiggling tits, you didn't even suck her neck, forget about spreading her legs and going inside her.”

| HAILEY | Xavier’s eyes shifted, ocean blue fading into molten gold. The air around us thickened, alive with wild energy. His wolf had taken control. “Turn around now!” a low, rumbling growl tore from Xavier’s chest. I didn't hesitate. Rolling onto my back, I sank into the mattress, the sheets cool against my overheated skin. My breath hitched as I hooked my hands behind my knees, drawing my legs up and apart, exposing my pussy completely to Xavier’s predatory gaze.

A shudder ran down her body. "You are wet," He teased her, his fingers dancing around her clit, dipping into her wetness, but never quite giving her the pressure she craved. "Do you get wet from reading a book about witches? You are peculiar, Anna. Very... peculiar." She squirmed, trying to press back against his hand, but he held her hips firm, his grip unyielding. "Lord....Xandros," she gasped, her voice a breathy plea. "Please." She wasn't supposed to be doing this.....no, feeling this....