Yandere X Willing Reader Novels & Stories

Xander thought that Yuliana’s refusal was purely sentimental. Moreover, when Xander went into Yuliana’s room, Yuliana did not show any signs of unhappiness. Instead, Yuliana winked suggestively and responded to his advances. The two of them gradually moved to the bed, so Xander began to touch Yuliana. However, Yuliana began to pretend to refuse. How could Xander think that Yuliana was really unwilling at that time?

“Do you, Yara Ellis, accept me, Warren Hill, as your Alpha?” he asks, slicing his hand. “I, Yara Ellis, accept you, Warren Hill, as my Alpha,” I say and he brings his hand to my face. I reach out and lick his blood, making the connection and sealing his wound. I feel the tether to Warren snap into place and unlike what I felt with Alpha Solomon, the power and strength of Warren as an Alpha is incredible.

"Then, Mr. Lloyd, I'm willing to… be with you. Would you like that?" Andrew frowned. "Are you trying to seduce me?" Yara deliberately pushed out her chest, making the deep cleavage clearly visible. She crossed her long, pale legs, displaying them enticingly. "Call it seduction or whatever you want. If I spend one night with you, Mr. Lloyd, would you be willing to continue helping me?" After making sure the woman was serious, Andrew felt a headache coming on. "Ms. Wright, do I really look that desperate?"

She's someone that mattered, isn't she? Vernon nodded with another sniff. "You're allowed to feel all that," the alpha said. "Can't you come back sooner?" the omega asked, a sob racking his throat. "I need you..." "I desperately wish I could," Xavier whispered, eyes filled with longing. "I want nothing more than to hold you right now." A sudden cramp spread through Vernon's stomach and he gasped, curling into himself. The sound didn't escape the alpha's notice. His eyes roamed around the screen. "What is it, baby?"

Aleandro glared at her. Yuriel smirked mockingly and sneered at him. "Then why, if I make you angry, will you rape me to death?" He smiled bitterly at the end of her sentence. Aleandro was no different from the thugs who would rape her or the pedophile Mr. Smith. Thinking women are the objects of their lust. Aleandro gripped the rim of the tray tightly. He was silent and didn't respond. He was well aware of Yuriel's bad temper. Once Yuriel was unhappy, she would be stubborn until the end. She never confessed her feelings and rejected Aleandro until the end of her life. Make them oscillate in despair, love and hate in a second life.

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.

he asked in his deep voice when I didn't respond. I gasped softly when I felt him put his hands on my waist. My whole body stiffened especially when I felt his breath on my ears. "Uhm," I swallowed. "Dy?" "Yes?" "I... I think this is too much." "You don't like it?" "No, it's not like that." I slowly removed his hand from my waist and nervously faced him. "I-I think this is amazing. But you really didn't have to bother preparing this," I said, my fingers fidgeting. "You know how malicious people are, especially Rosa. This will give them the wrong idea."

he murmured against her flesh, the vibration adding another layer of sensation. His fingers established a steady pace, pushing deeper with each stroke while his tongue continued its relentless attention. Wendy's breathing became ragged, her body tensing as pleasure built within her. Just as she approached the edge, Felix slowed his movements, drawing back slightly. "Not yet," he murmured, looking up to meet her frustrated gaze. "I want to savor this." He withdrew his fingers only to replace them with his tongue, pushing it inside her. The change in sensation made Wendy cry out, one hand flying to her mouth to stifle the sound.

I sighed and told them what Rhysand and I had argued over lunch yesterday, and they laughed. "Damn, he couldn't be jealous of how close you and Mr. William were, could he?" asked Dexter. I glared. "That doesn't make sense!" "It might happen. Rhysand del Millero might like you, and he's too shy to say it." Reply to Jane. "You lucky bitch." She said glumly. "If I noticed yesterday, he's looking at you like he's really interested in you, Amanda." Connect Cindy. "That's bullshit." I waved my hand. "He's an asshole. He's always attracted to women he wants to sleep with." I continued angrily.

She turned and began walking back toward the house, leaving him standing in the sunlight, confused and silent. --- Later that night, Anna sat in the private library Tyler had shown her. The fireplace crackled softly. Her fingers traced the spine of a rare poetry book on the table. The door creaked open behind her. She didn’t turn. “I wasn’t sure you’d come,” she said. “You knew I would,” Tyler replied, stepping in. She looked over her shoulder, face unreadable. “I left the book open for you.” He glanced at the page. Pablo Neruda. A poem about desire — aching, maddening desire.