Novel & Cerita Wickedly Yours

’ Queen Amirah mind linked to him when she got word that he entered the castle. ‘Stay out of my head,’ Wynn said, and blocked his mind from him. Wynn sped to Toronto, Canada where he left Paris and waited out the day so that they can travel together. “Here, you must be starving,” Wynn offered his palm. Paris sank his teeth into Wynn’s palm and drank his fill. After drinking, Paris looked strangely at Wynn. “What? Saw something you shouldn’t have?” Wynn chuckled. “I know now why they called you Wicked,” Paris choked in shock.

She shuddred and groaned , making Aiden purr in satisfaction . So damn responsive . He closed his mouth on her cl*t and sucked before kissing all the way to her nape , he grazed his teeth on his mark " Don't worry wifey , I am going to fu*k you soon and I will fu*k you so well that you will come so hard , you will be screaming my name "

Dark eyes burned, jaw taut with strain. “This cunt is mine,” he said, each word a punch of air. “This tight, fucking, perfect cunt. It drips for me. It squelches for me. It comes for me. Say it.” “It’s yours,” I panted, the admission ripped from my soul. “It’s all yours, Dante. Only yours.” “Damn right.”

Only his grin—sharp and glinting with fangs—cut through the darkness. “Out for a midnight stroll, are we, Carter?” he drawled, his voice smooth as silk and twice as dangerous. My stomach plummeted, an invisible trapdoor opening beneath me. Every instinct screamed to run—but I didn’t. My fists curled tight at my sides, anger burning through the fear clawing at my throat. “What do you want?” I growled, my voice low, shaking with more fury than fear. The Wicked’s smile widened, slow and deliberate, the moon catching in the crimson gleam of his eyes. “I just want to talk,” he said, voice low and velvety, like silk brushing across a blade. “If you’ll allow me?”

) He hissed and thrust deeper. I whimpered in response and clutched the sheets tighter. With each thrust, he went even harder and deeper. The bed shook from how hard he was thrusting and pounding. Suddenly he leaned down and started sucking on my neck and biting my sweet spot. His breath fanned my ear as he whispered, "Mine, you're only mine; no one can have you but me." He whispered through gritted teeth and heavy breathing. My arms wrapped around his neck, and I dug my nails into his back.

he paused as he looked at her with more intense rage, like sparks would flow out and rip her apart "You are nothing but a cheap, gold digger, money seeking w*ore, you have always wanted money and men, its true and I believe in it now, I believe in the fact that you only want more men with more money, so henceforth, I'll treat you like one, I'll pay you all the money and all you have to do is W*ore around for me, from now on you better beware, if you try to run away any more then I'll be the one to make your life miserable, try me,"

“What do you want then?” “A French kiss, Wisdom.” An ‘ohh’ escaped from her mouth again. “How about an American kiss?” “What’s an American kiss?” “A French kiss but deeper and both of us must be naked.” Denver Giordano smirked. “Did you make that up?” She sweetly smiled again. “Yes. Since no one will make an American kiss, I made one.” Denver giggled. Wisdom cackled. “You’re a delight, Wisdom.” “Indeed I am.”

He said as he tried to drag me back home but I resisted "Let go of me. I hate you. I wish you didn't come back, I wish you weren't our father. I hate you." I poured out my heart in anger "You are wicked, " I coursed He looked at me with anger written all over his face, "Did you just call me wicked?" He asked "Yes, you are wicked. Why do you want me to get married to someone I don't love?" I said Just then it dawned on me... "You already sold me out to him right?" I said

“It is wicked.” He kissed the throbbing spot on her neck and felt her shiver. “Why would something so natural be wicked? You think it is wicked because the church wants women to only know their husbands. That doesn’t mean what we are doing is wrong. This is what we were made for. As long as we are both enjoying it, why is it wrong? Let’s enjoy creating some wicked memories to keep secret together.”