Wickedly Yours Novels & Stories

“There is no us. There never was.” “Jacey...” Rosalind ran a perfectly manicured finger up the center of Jace's suit. “There was always an us. Just think of how good that weekend in the Hamptons was. You said it was the best sex of your life. You're never going to get that with the help. A roll in the hay maybe, but not what I offer.”

He couldn't feel her skin directly and access to that wet delicious pussy was completely closed. “You made too many hickeys. I have to cover it up.” Aria protested. "Just leave it. So everyone knows you're mine." Alex kissed her again, squeezing and massaging her breasts making Aria moan into their kiss. He groaned feeling her soft breasts. “Hhh…” Aria's breath panted and she could feel her panties starting to get wet. “Say it, baby. Say it you are mine.” "I'm yours..." Aria held his hands which were still pressed against her chest. Meanwhile his mouth was still stuck to her neck, like a leech sucking on its prey.

"I'm giving you your victory," she whispered, her voice fracturing as she slid her hands up his chest, wrapping her fingers around the nape of his neck, pulling her body flush against his massive frame until the soft curves of her breasts pressed directly against his iron ribs. She leaned up, her lips almost brushing his jawline, her scent exploding into his system like an overdose of pure adrenaline. "Take it all. Take my body. Take my pride. Claim my wolf until there is nothing left of my defiance. You can have every single piece of my flesh, Jake... but the name of 'L' never leaves this room. It never reaches your father."

Her body ached everywhere — ass, pussy, thighs — but she felt strangely safe. She was starting to crave the pain. She was starting to crave him. As she drifted off in his arms, Viktor kissed the top of her head and whispered against her hair: “By the end of this month, you won’t want to leave me, Aliyah. You’ll beg to stay owned by the Wicked.” And deep down, in the part of her that was already addicted, she knew he was right.

Chaiwat POV “You are back!” Wut announced in a loud tone as I entered. “It is more like I survived a week.” I told him as I slumped on the couch. Wut walked to where I laid and sat beside me. “Was it that bad? Is your boss wicked?” I glanced at him, then sighed. “He is…not wicked. Just cold, distant and–” “–is he handsome?” Wut blurted out. I shot him a glance, then secretly pulled the pillow I rested my head in and hit his head. Wut chuckled and grabbed the pillow from him.

Cool air brushed my skin, and his attention sharpened instantly. I bit my bottom lip, tilting my head. "Like what you see?" His eyes went to my waist as his arm slid around it, pulling me in and giving me a sharp, smack on my bottom. A soft, breathy wince left me, my lips parting as I slowly licked them, the sensation sending a shiver through me. "You have no idea how much I want to fuck the life out of this little pussy of yours," Damian murmured, his voice low and rough as his hand moved forward, pressing and stroking against me through my panties.

My silence was answer enough. He smirked— Dark, infuriating. Then leaned closer, Fingers trailing my V- area, that was already soaking wet, the dress clinging to my skin like glue. “Are you ready to suck daddy's cock.” And that did it. Making me a whimpering fucking mess.

“Jesus Christ, I believe that within a month of becoming your wife, I may consider the unfortunate decision to step out in front of a freight truck and end my life.” “A month is all I’m going to need to make you fall helplessly in love with me, Ele Drakos. You are going to become so obsessed with me that you will end up craving me like an addict seeking their next fix.” Wicked mutters, brushing the pad of his thumb across Eles' cheekbone as he stares at her like he is seeing her for the very first time. After Wickeds’ declaration, Aces’ gaze collides with mine like two magnets connecting, and my brows shoot up. What Wicked has just said to Ele, Ace said something similar to me last night and

Wicked’s voice was silky smooth, a dangerous purr. “I care.” I couldn’t move. “Obviously I care about him Wicked, he was just comforting me. Just being a friend.” “A friend?” Wicked’s eyebrows disappeared into his hairline. “A friend you share saliva with huh? Is that the kind of friends you need?” “What has it got to do with you Wicked? You aren’t my brother.” He ignored me totally. His free hand popping the button of my black jeans. “Is that the kind of friend you need Chelsea? This type of friend? Because this is all you are going to get from this club.” His hand delved downward. Straight into my panties and across my clit.

“Make us yours. Devour us.” “Your scent…” he whispered, dragging out the words as he withdrew his hand from my core only to rub his rigid cock between my ass cheeks, making me shudder and vibrate all over. “It’s addictive. Wild. Mine alone.”