Yandere Bully X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

And he also didn't need to hold her unnecessarily. Anya knew he was angry or having a difficult moment because that could be the only explanation for him sending for her. Xander was a man of more war than pleasure and tbe only time he calls her for intercourse was when he was angry or worried and just needed a hole to let it out on. Due to how irritated he could be, Anya was the only lady he could have intercourse with because he couldn't imagine himself going deep into a different lady. Anya felt lucky sometimes, but she also knew it was just for dirty pleasures alone which she was being paid for.

“Feel it,” Athlea took in yet another hard gulp down her throat. She raised her hand slowly, then halted as she got closeer to his groin area. Her throat went dry. She looked at him, a blank stare over his face, then dashed her hand over to his zipper. He halted again as a loud chuckle hit her ears. “You whore,” Xander chuckled. “Look at how hungry you are for it.” He said as placed his hand on her head. He lifted up her chin up slowly, making sure she saw the devilish smirk on his face.

No no no no. "No" "You don't like him?" "We fight way too much. I hate him, actually" "You're blushing" I feel the heat on my face, which only makes it worse. "I'm flustered. If he's my mate, I might as well not have one" i huff, crossing my arms. "Don't be dramatic" she ruffles my hair, but I'm not. He's bullied me, called me names, hit me, for years. If he was my mate it'd be hopeless. We can never be anything.

He shook his beefy finger in her face, “but then you double downed on all this fuckery and put my image on the cover of a book wearing leather harnesses and my package on full fucking display!” The way he yelled the last three words of his rant made her step back nervously and stumble. “Uh, Hawley, your neck is doing some weird vein popping thing and it’s kind of freaking me out. Can you put ice on it or something? What if it ruptures and blood spurts all over my belongings?” He took a step towards her, “knowing you, you’d dance in my blood and wear my skin as a dress, you fucking psychopath.” “I’m a psychopath? I’m not the one who tortured a little girl for twenty years!” She yelled at him.

she stammered Drawing herself away from Xander, and trying to escape but Xander already had a firm grip on her. Pulling her back to bed, his yellow eyes shone brighter as Bardulf had taken total control on Xander's body. He flipped her over, revealing her perky butt, He patted her leg before sliding into her from behind. She tossed and struggled but her strength was no match for Xander. Holding her in place, Bardulf began to roughly thrust into her with full force, stretching her walls. Painful moans escaped her lips as the strokes dug harder into her, sending painful pleasure all over her body. His grip on her butt tightened along with the increase of his thrust and the lady moaned harder u

Yuriel's eyes welled up with tears as she felt her ass hurt. "Honey, that hurts so bad," she pleaded further. "You're a good girl." Aleandro gave her a satisfied nod and stopped bullying her. He fixed his gaze on Yuriel's reddened white buttocks. The palm prints on her ass were clearly visible from behind the transparent white panties. Aleandro's gaze was riveted on Yuriel's plump ass. Regrettably, he can’t continue like last night. He really wanted to eat it right now. But a knock at the door shattered his illusion.

His hands touched her butt, squeezing them with aggression. "I've always loved your butt, and just now I couldn't help but think of those naked butt cheeks." Amanda was so pissed, she finally pushed him with the biggest strength and gave him a big kick to his balls. "Fuck, fuck!" he yelled hard as he used his hands to cover his precious balls. "How dare" he couldn't speak. He was left astonished. The Amanda he knew before couldn't defend herself. She was this timid girl that never fights back. "No... How dare you lay your hands on me and tell me such abominations? You had no right to talk to me in that manner, Xander!" she yelled loudly while panting.

She asked in her usual sassy way. *No reply* "I hope I'm not talking to Bunch of dittos?." she yelled *No reply* Before I could process what's going on, i felt a sting on my cheek. Heck, she slapped me. I don't care if she's Luna or not, she's absolutely done for. My wolf readied herself, because I'll shift at any moment. Heedah was another kind of craz,y who doesn't tolerate bully of any sort. {Is bullying the right word? Don't care though, all I care of is killing the Luna}

Right now, she just fucking pissed me off. I don’t care about her right now. She can do whatever she wants. She’s single and can sleep with anyone she wants. Jesus, just the thought of Camila screaming other man’s name makes me feel like someone just rips my flesh off of my bones. “There you are.” Xandry sighs. He should be laughing his ass at me right now because he gets what he wants, but to my surprise, he looks like he just loses in his own game, and not me.

If you cannot handle such details, please do not read further. Also, this is the sequel to Mated to my Bully Alpha, so in case you want to, or feel lost in some cases as to who certain characters are, please read the first book in the series. It would make my day. And please do leave a review. I love hearing all your feedbacks. * Alex’s P.O.V “You sure you’ll be alright on your own?” Derek Roland, my friend and sparring partner, asked as he tipped back his last glass of bourbon and got off the bar stool.