Wickedly Yours Novels & Stories

She tightened her grip on my member, almost to the point of pain and gently led me to the grand four-poster bed, with its mahogany frame intricately carved, dominating the space. She turned and kissed me while gently running her hand up and down the shaft of my member. The sensation was too pleasurable to ignore, I ran my hands up and down her back and grabbed her butt cheeks. "Dario, that's it. I want you to forget I'm a queen today, and just treat me like a..." She trailed off, I understood what she wanted, she couldn't bring herself to call herself a whore.

“You are mine now… Aiden Lazarus” “I am… and will forever be… yours. My Lea…” -Sold To The Wicked Him

m. Downstairs, the rehearsal dinner glittered—Julian holding court, investors laughing too loudly at his jokes, champagne flowing like absolution. Ivy had smiled until her cheeks hurt, then excused herself under the pretense of a headache. It wasn’t a lie. The ring on her finger felt heavier by the minute. She turned at the sound of ice clinking in crystal. Sebastian Blackwood stood in Julian’s office as if he owned it. Suit jacket discarded. Tie loosened. A glass of Macallan cradled loosely in one hand. The city lights cut hard lines across his face, turning his eyes into something storm-dark and dangerous.

“Rafe, tell her what she is.” Rafe’s calm, and dead voice came from above her head. “She’s a little girl who teased wolves and lost. She’s ours to edge, ours to deny, ours to mark. Say the rest, Skylar.” She sobbed, the sound was ugly and perfect. “I’m yours… all of you… I’m a dirty girl who needs Daddy’s cock and I’ll take it however you give it… please…” I pushed the head of my cock inside her again at the word please, just the crown, stretching her, and held there without moving. My thumb reached down to flick her clit while she pulsed around the tip.

And if she could push that pen through her neck right now to end this debiltating embarresment. “Really?” His voice smooths out dangerously. “Would you want that?” Anger rips violently through Troy as shame starts swallowing her whole. Heat burns through her gut. Keep your head in the game, Troy! You’ve been training for this. Derail him. Somehow! “Yes!” she yells, her voice catching and echoing over the hill. “Yes, Dorian... I want to fuck you!” Jackal jerks his head up at the sound. Silence crashes down instantly afterward.

But I remember your words so clearly now. Crysler, this time, everyone will know who is more powerful? And who deserves the position of the leader of the pack. It was never about power, Crysler, I loved you so much! And I thought you loved me, you cared for me. When I saw you with that girl, I didn't believe it. But you made it about power. Crysler, you chose power over your love. Lucy was right!!! She said you were The Wicked Alpha. And you proved it very well!!!

"You're really hell-bent on spoiling me tonight, aren't you?" "Absolutely," he purrs. "Asteraki mu. My wife." He slides his fingers faster and I'm so soaking wet I can fucking heart hem slicking in and out. God, it's filthy, so fucking disgusting, and I move my hips in time with his lips and mouth as he licks me.

Sadly, some things are just meant to fall ~Dystopia ~Fall through the cracks of the mirror into a never ending nightmare~ ~Arc 2 ~ Atonement - Deception can only (exist) last for so long

Hyperion responded. He was about to speak but the next thing he heard from the other side of the line was the muffled scream of Stacey as if someone just taped her mouth shut. "Like what we have planned, Hyperion. Bring us the money and you will have your woman. And come at the specified time, not a minute early or a minute late. If you fail to meet with us, then, this woman you treasure so much will drown to her death."

Alessandro Moretti has brought me nothing but anger, frustration, confusion, lust, and now another fucking blonde to fuck with me. Raquel Whittle is the epitome of a trophy wife. She holds her head up high as she approaches me, reeking of money. I, on the other hand, look like the disgruntled mistress. Cheap and expendable. The girl has probably always gotten what she wanted. "You wanted a word?" I ask in a cool tone. She sniffs and then takes off her sunglasses to look down her nose at me. Her eyes are red and puffy like she has been crying the whole day.