Novel & Cerita X Men Frenzy

Multiple sets. My stomach flipped as my already dead brain cells became overly sensitive. “Tim?” He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he yanked the blindfold off. The living room was full. Six–scratch that, seven guys, were standing in various states of undress, grinning at me like wolves who’d just spotted fresh meat. I recognized a couple instantly: Jax from the gym, all thick muscles with his terrifying dark tattoos snaking down his chest. On the left stood Rico; Tim’s loud mouthed coworker who always eye fucked me at parties and a couple of others I’d seen on Tim’s phone; hook ups I guessed.

If I checked my savings, the only thing they could possibly afford was a new pair of shoes. "Fuck my life!" I groaned, crushing the can in my hand before throwing it across the room. I glanced at Curtis, who was deeply asleep on my bed. A thought flashed through my mind, but I immediately shook my head. "Nothing will go wrong. I'll make sure nothing goes wrong. Curtis won't be in danger." I grumbled under my breath as I pulled out Renato's information from amongst the rest of his family's profiles. The subject is a 46-year-old male who exhibits misanthropic tendencies, specifically towards women, and frequents a local bar every Thursday night for a drink, typically attending alone.

Just worked me open roughly while we devoured each other’s mouths, sloppy and savage. Headlights swept across the path. A car slowed. Then another. People started gathering. First it was just silhouettes then it was three, then five, then more. Phones came out and voices rose. “What the fúck is this?” “Is that guy naked?” “Jesus Christ, call the cops!” Someone laughed, nervously and someone else shouted, “Fúcking disgusting!” Xander didn’t stop. If anything, the voices made him harder. He withdrew his fingers, unzipped, shoved his jeans down just enough. His côck was thick, and already leaking, pressed against my hole. One brutal thrust and he was inside.

He pauses from pacing, looking at us. “Did I miss anything out?” He stands with his hands on his hips looking bewildered. “Well there is the fact my mate can channel the moon's energy to become stronger and faster” Clay tells him looking proudly at me. Trent’s jaw drops, he throws his hands up in the air. “Well, damn Clay you could have started with that. Nice one Luna with super powers” “Right, cool as fuck” Clay says back giving him a high five. These men are deranged, I drag my hand down my face as the door opens and in comes Fran with the baby.

I couldn't help but be drawn to this enigmatic person, and the intoxicating scent that seemed to surround them. A primal instinct roared to life within me, and a low, rumbling growl vibrated through my chest. "Mate!" my wolf snarled, the word echoing in my mind like a battle cry. As if sensing my wolf's claim, the stranger's head snapped around, their eyes locking onto mine with an unnerving intensity. A single word spilled from their lips, husky and raw: "Mate!" The moment our gazes met, reality seemed to warp and twist. My mind recoiled in horror as I took in the stranger's features—the sharp jawline, the piercing eyes, the chiseled physique. This couldn't be happening.

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Alessandro’s pov: Damn it. Bloody Santino Martino is interfering with the trade again. I turn around and shoot the dead man on the ground, for the twentieth time because he deserves it. He is a renowned member of their gang, and he had come here to finish me off, but things don't always work out the way you want them to. They are involved in human trafficking and other illegal practices. I have refrained our family from such involvement.

His fingers enter me once more, masturbating me forcefully, increasing my spasms. "You... will... kill me like this," I whisper in his ear as he sucks my breasts. "Are you still thinking about him?" X asks, looking at me seriously. He continues masturbating me forcefully, thrusting his fingers inside me. "Tell me, are you thinking about him now? Hmmm?" He runs his tongue over my excited nipples. "Tell me, Sweet... are you thinking about him now?" "No... nooo!" I moan as I climax once again on X's fingers. "Oh, no... Please... stop... please..."

THIRD PERSON'S POV _______________________________________________________________________________________ Looking at him, Mike got terrified too. He has worked with many men with aggressive nature and temper problems but that's the problem with Xander. Men in Mafia used to get mad, raging with fire and thoughts of killing swirling around in their minds. One could easily tell from their mad countenance, the fury and wrath they possess and could as well possibly unleash anytime. But Xander, he was always known to be cold and crisp, he doesn't get hot in rage and anger.