Yelena Belova Sexuality Novels & Stories

I stopped fighting and hung limp in his arms, crying. He didn't care or look at me, he just kept walking. "Will you really…" My voice cracked. I couldn't even say it. "What you said. Are you really going to fuck me?” He looked at me then, with hard dark eyes. “Yes.” He growled. I looked away, holding the tears drom falling even more. Yelena had lied to me. She has said I was safe because I was a virgin, that he wouldn't touch me that way.

"He always made me feel like I was the problem. Like I was boring or too quiet in bed. Is it always like that? Just... fast and mechanical?" Elena moved a strand of hair from my face. "No. With women, it’s not like that. It’s about the build-up. It’s about how your skin feels and the way you react when I touch you here." She ran a finger lightly over my collarbone. A chill went down my spine. "He never cared about that." "Then he’s a fool," she said. Her dark eyes were focused on mine. "Sex shouldn't be a chore. It’s supposed to be about the person you're with."

"Or are you afraid they’ll realize I’m just a trophy you despise?" Xavier tightened his hold on her waist until there was no space between them. "I am not afraid of anything! Don't ever think for a second that I long for you, Elara. You are nothing but a doll I play with for my revenge. So don't get too confident, understand?" The words were agonizing. But Elara was beginning to get used to it. She had no choice but to obey every insane demand of the man she had once loved. The massive teak doors opened to reveal a long table laden with high-end seafood and vintage wines. Waiting there was Sergei Volkov, a Russian energy tycoon known for a reputation as hard as steel and a notorious appetite

The slit in her dress allowed his thigh to brush between hers with every step. “You’re trembling,” he murmured, lips brushing her temple. “I’m terrified,” she admitted under her breath. “Everyone’s watching. Valentina wants me dead. And you… you’re enjoying this.” A low chuckle vibrated through his chest. “I enjoy showing them what’s mine.” He spun her slowly, then pulled her back flush against him. The erotic tension between them became unbearable. His hand slid lower on her back, dangerously close to the curve of her ass. Elena’s nipples peaked hard against the red silk. She was soaked, aching, terrified, and more attracted to him than ever.

“ No. Well, it was the best I have ever had in years. In my dream, I woke up to see you standing beside my window, you were staring at me with this cute smile you always give to me. I was. . . I was getting uncomfortable with the way you stood there so, I invited you to lay with me. But honestly, I didn’t just want you to lay with me. .” She paused for a while and he looked interested to know what next she was going to say. “. . .I wanted you on me and. . in me. But, I didn’t let it continue, so I woke up.” “ Why?” He asked with a smile. “ Because. . . it wasn’t real. It was just a dream.” “ You want a real one?” He asked. To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

“Now that I slapped her, you tried to oppress me with your identity? Is this so-called righteous and respectable?” Kaze fired a barrage of questions at Yuri. Yelena was furious when Kaze mocked her. She shouted, “You piece of shit! Yeah, I hit your wife. So what? Chairwoman of two companies…” “Yelena!” Yuri bellowed. He then looked at Kaze and said, “Young man, she’s just an energetic young woman and she was agitated because of your actions at the flood scene. I couldn’t stop her in time. “Besides, Yelena is a girl. How hard could she have slapped your wife? You, as a man, slapped a girl. One slap and she was sent flying. And you still think you did nothing wrong?”

"But if I may offer you some advice, as someone who has watched many women fight for their place... look after yourself first. Forget the other woman’s tricks for a moment. If she is really after your man, then acting this way; screaming, chasing her, losing your temper, it only brings her closer to getting what she wants. It makes you look like the problem and her like the victim. Don't give her that satisfaction." I looked at the floor, the truth of her words stinging. I was playing right into Sofiya’s hands. By appearing unstable and continuously playing the role of the bully openly, I was handing her Nikolai’s trust and sympathy on a silver platter. "I know," I murmured. "I just... I can

I inched even closer until I was almost standing above their heads. "Yulian?" I whispered. He was devouring the woman's breast in hunger that I haven't seen in him before. While he was impaled inside her, thrusting in such vigor. His shouts thundered through my ears making woeful sounds. He wasn't doing it just because of his lustful needs but because he wanted to. His face showed utter enjoyment, he was enjoying it. Yulian looked up at me in shock. He pulled away from the woman. "Mi Eliza?" He tried to get to me but I stopped him with my hand.

But this time, she chose the armchair Ethan had vacated, putting safe distance between herself and temptation. The relief on Ethan's face was almost painful to see. They finished the movie in tense silence, no one really watching. When the credits rolled, everyone dispersed quickly, Liam to his room, Ethan to the kitchen, Devon to the gym he'd set up in the garage. Bella stood alone in the living room, staring at the couch where she'd been pressed between two men who weren't her husband. Nothing happened, she told herself. But her body hummed with the memory of their heat, their proximity, the way her skin had come alive under their nearness.

His mouth and hands roamed her torso, his tongue tracing a wet path down to her navel while his fingers found the other breast, squeezing and stroking. Elena’s mind was a whirlwind. Fragmented thoughts surfaced and vanished. This is madness. I am a successful professional. And then, a deeper moan: More. Please, more. She was torn between the woman who had built a career on absolute control and the woman who had discovered that true freedom lay in total surrender. The latter was winning, moaning, begging. “Valentim…” she whimpered, her voice strange and broken.