Wickedly Yours Novels & Stories

“Claim me, make me yours. Do anything you want with my body. I would risk my own life just to call you mine. And for you to call me yours. Take my life away.“ He grabbed my hands and caressed his cheeks using it. He closed his eyes as he felt the warmth of it. “Own me. Own me, Crimson.” ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

“I want the whole fucking city to hear who this cunt belongs to now. Scream it while I ruin you for anyone else.” “You own me!” I sobbed loudly, my voice hoarse and desperate. “This pussy is yours — only yours! I’m your good girl, Dante… please, harder — use me!” Tears of overwhelming pleasure leaked from the corners of my eyes as my body surrendered completely, my hips rolling down to meet every devastating thrust like the eager little wife he was turning me into.

"Fucking hell, Finn. You say the dirtiest shit! Does she even know what you like to do to shes?" His baritone nearly a bass growl, the wolf eyed the black-haired beauty. "I enjoy plunging my cock as deep inside a she's walls as I can get and shifting while buried inside her. She can't help but cry out as my cock grows and it forces her painfully wide."

“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.”

his voice dripping with lust oh boyyyyy

“What?” She brings her hand thoughtfully to her chin, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Let’s play a game. I guess what you are. You say hot or cold.” “No.” “Silver hair, silver eyes… oh… I know… you're a polar bear.” Dorian lowers his eyelids. Really… a polar bear? “That’s ridiculous, even for you.” “Hot or cold, Dorian?” “Fucking cold.” She looks at him, frowning, almost sincerely. Almost. “Okay… uh… Unicorn! Yes, unicorn.”

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.”

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