Yandere Twst X Reader Novels & Stories

His fresh rain scent was mixing perfectly with Xander’s warmth making me feel both completely taken care of and reckless. “Not yet Sugar,” Wyatt teased, as a low moan escaped my lips and I turned my attention to Xander, drawing his lips into mine, and sending a new kind of shockwave down into me. His lips were slower paced, perfectly moulded to and in tune with mine, as I felt my tongue twirl around his causing his dick to twitch under me before he too, pulled away. “Precious, don’t be bad,” Xander loosened his grip a bit more and I pouted as I tried to push back into him, but he held my hips in place.

Because of the glances and lip biting, she had done in those 30 minutes anyone can see how erotic imagination she has for her boss. Amelia harshly placed the file on the table with a huge bang glaring at the girl who looked at her confused. Xander flinched a little coming back from his not so innocent thoughts that he was having about his wife. "Sorry, my bad." She said with a slight glare at the girl. Xander sighed before grabbing the file and signing it. "Go wait in the car, Rhea," Xander ordered. "But you Mr Storm." She asked making Xander look at her with narrowed eyes.

It was one of the few times I had cursed, and that alone should have made it clear just how irritated and angry I was. “I am sorry,” she said, exhaling like she had been holding it in for hours. “She is Ida Bennet. Aleksander’s ex fiancée.” She finally said it. And honestly, I was not even surprised. They had been all over each other just minutes ago. It was clear there had been something between them. Something real. “And you did not care to tell me?” I asked, my voice cracking as tears threatened to fall again. “I told you before, I cannot put myself in the middle of you and Aleksander’s business just because I am your assistant,” she said quietly.

That would just make him look like an asshole. He turned and walked away, going back to his woman. She looked just as awkward as I suspected. I knew then that she wasn't a werewolf. If she were, she would have been angry, trying to hold her wolf back from attacking me. But she didn’t know what to do. She just kept her eyes on the fire as Eddy sat down next to her. She didn’t want to rock the boat since she was so new. I couldn’t blame her…but that didn’t mean I had to like her.

She opened her eyes to see him looking at her with pure passion. That was her man. They had the same wavelength of energy, and she liked it so much. She felt like she was free-falling but she was not because he was holding her neck down. “Damn it, woman! I’m pussy whipped by you, and I don’t want to be cured,” he said fervently, She closed her eyes in pleasure. “I don’t want you to be cured, either. He growled, and then bunched the t-shirt in his hands, without warning, he pulled his sweats down, releasing his hard dick. Clarissa licked her lips as she looked at it.

Pеrhaps it was timе to takе what shе could gеt, to slakе hеr thirst for affеction and physical comfort from whatеvеr sourcе would offеr it. Slowly, trеmulously, Sarah noddеd, hеr movеmеnts slight but carrying thе wеight of unspokеn acquiеscеncе. Tylеr's smilе widеnеd into a wolfish grin, and thеn his lips wеrе crashing against hеrs, hungry and dеmanding and uttеrly intoxicating.

Yorrick never looked back. She laughed. “You’re such a gentleman. That’s very rare.” Yorrick took a deep breath and gnashed his teeth before chuckling. “Your body isn’t worth my attention.” “You didn’t even look. How would you know that I’m worth your attention? I’m a 32C and have worked as a lingerie model. They’re not small.” Xyla squeezed her boobs. Yorrick turned over at that moment, saw that, and froze for a few seconds. He covered his face with his hand and looked through gaps between his fingers and called her full name for the first time, “Xyla Mayweather.”

I felt his seed coat my inner walls, my pussy gripping him for all he was worth and milking him dry. We collapsed together on the bed, my hands still tied behind my back. Xander looked over at me, a satiated smile on his lips and his eyes hooded. He reached over and softly undid the tie. I brought my wrists in front of me, rubbing where they were a little red. Weather healed the marks in seconds. “Fuck, love,” he breathed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “That was-”