Wickedly Yours Novels & Stories

What a rascal you are. Yvette had a bright smile on her face. "You can keep some things to yourself, Toby. Why did you expose me like that?"

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.

"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.

Sweat slicked their skin as the room filled with the wet sounds of their bodies and the heavy mix of cedarwood and tangerine scents. "Damn, you feel incredible," Kyle growled, rhythm faltering. "So tight and hot… you’re gonna make me cum so hard, omega." "I want that," Simon panted, meeting every thrust. "Lose control for me. Mark me as yours, Kyle. Please." The word “yours” made Kyle’s eyes flash red. "Say it again. Tell me who owns you." "You do," Simon sobbed, the pleasure making him overwhelmed. "Only you, Kyle. Always you. I’m yours."

I smiled—shaky, ruined, completely addicted. “Yes, sir.” He leaned in, kissed my forehead—almost tender. “Good girl.” Because spoiled princesses don’t need trust funds. They need a ruthless CEO to own them. And Alexander Voss… owns me now. Completely.

I questioned angrily, my tone rising as I finished, crossing my hands over my buxom chest in what I hoped was an air of indignant disbelief. I couldn't believe the cheek of it! “Oh, spare me the theatrics, Reynolds, I know your kind, and I've seen how you look at the Lycan, that lustful gleam in your eye.” The Wicked witch of the mountains chortled and my jaw just about hit the floor like a dustpan ready to collect rubbish. “You're crazy!” I gasped, my chest heaving from the effort as my heart hammered between my breasts when it looked like the hag was going to approach me.