X Men Frenzy Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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..."

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.

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“Who’s asking?” “Jaxon Cole. Works for Voss. Is that him?” Noah glanced at Dominic, who nodded. Jaxon’s voice carried weight—tall, broad, with a shaved head and tattooed neck, an enforcer valued for loyalty in the underworld. “Yeah, he’s here,” Noah said, gripping the phone. “Smart move. I’ll come. They’re close.” “Great, more guests.” “Hold tight, kid.” The line went dead. Noah’s hands shook, foster care’s shadows, this man’s pull. Dominic watched, gray eyes steady. The rain hammered, a drum of urgency. He moved to the door, the chair wobbling, and listened.

The tension in the room shifted, air growing thick with something electric. "What the fuck" Raphael began to rub himself on Xavier. "Why are you acting like a whore?" he snapped, voice colder than steel. "Yeah, brother," Raphael panted, eyes glassy and cruel, mouth sinful. "Your little whore now. So shut the fuck up and do something." Then with a pause—"It’s-Ach-ing." The words snapped something deep inside Xavier. "You’re filthy." But his hands already gripped Raphael’s hips. Raphael moaned, rolling his hips harder, dragging his ass over the bulge under Xavier’s pants, soaking through the fabric like a sinner begging for more sin. Their breaths came hot, ragged, chaotic.

"Fuck, man! I said I wasn't the only one! Some people even pay him drugs-" Callum saw red. He grabbed the man's head and slammed it down onto the table multiple times. He didn't hear the people around him screaming at him to stop. All he knew is that he was being pulled away. Callum was thrown onto the ground outside with Keane screaming at him. He couldn't even hear what Keane was screaming at him. His vision was blurred, his ears are ringing, and his thoughts are blank. Anger, just anger. It was the only thing he was feeling right now. "Callum!" Keane yelled and slapped the man across his face.

I moan to them. "As you wish." he replies before beginning to slide in and out of my ass, slowly. Ryker releases my neck from his fangs and begins to pump into me, faster and deeper. I squirt repeatedly, coating both men in my juices as they continued to fill me. Quickening and hardening their thrusts. I scream both their names in pleasure as I reach my final peak with Ryker filling my pussy and Rayne my ass with their warm seed. They both were truly connected with me at the same time now and I couldn't be happier.

And on Friday morning, another order for room service had been placed as early as 6:30, only for the waitress to meet no response from Frank's chamber but a sinisterly open door that afforded her the view of senator Frank's corpse in lying around in a pool of blood and his lady guest stripped stark naked, beaten to pulp, and tied to the bed frame. Coincidentally--perhaps not so--it was the second case of murder of top dogs in the city within the space of a week, and in a similar pattern at that. The first murder had struck earlier in the week when Henry West-gate, a famous tycoon in the city was set up for a car accident in his Jeep. It had been discovered that the middle-aged business tycoo