Yelena Belova Sexuality Novels & Stories

“Stabbing him in the heart with all my love is what I mean, to you know, for the sake of copulation. You four have no mates so you wouldn't understand.” Svetlana scrunched her nose and continued what she was doing. “No need to lie, dear Luna. Alexei has an attitude even I couldn't bare sometimes. The desire of ending someone’s life is normal here in Triton, especially Alexei’s.” I shrugged carelessly as my sign of agreement because Svetlana made a huge point. When I noticed Yelena was staring at me, I looked at her with inquiring eyes. “What?” “Alexei wanted to see you, right? Why don't you offer yourself to him and change his mind? It could work,” Yelena suggested.

Elena felt irritated, she was not going to allow Carl have sex with her. "But I told you, I am on my period" He stood up menacingly from the bed and shot her a deadly glare; "You are such a terrible liar Elen. You really think I don't know about this things? I made my research and found out you were lying" Elena stiffened a bit. That was her only hope of avoiding sex but it wasn't working. She contemplated on actually having sex with Carl; she knew it would defile her conscience because she swore to herself that only Ciro would touch her but she needed to fully capture him and so sex was the only way.

Elena had in mind to enjoy the sex but she still kept her mind on being free. Right before Duke was about to cum, she slid her hand across the table and dragged a flower vase. She hit him hard on the head and he passed out. She got out of the room and wore her clothes. After that she went to Viva’s bed room. The lady was in the shower. Elena waited at the door and immediately Viva came out, she smashed the flower vase on her head.

He had wanted to kill Nikolai right there. The urge had nearly consumed him completely. The boy had nerve, parading her around like that and trying to use her against him. Viktor almost smiled coldly to himself. Reckless but smart. The problem was that Nikolai still thought emotions worked the same way they did for ordinary men. They didn’t. Viktor had learned that lesson decades ago. Love made men weak. Twenty-six years ago. He had met Elena, Katya’s mother in a jazz club in Manhattan during a weapons negotiation trip.

She whispered to herself amidst sighs. Elena knows she enjoyed every bit of the experience and even wants it to continue. She is bisexual and has a wild sexual appetite that she has tried to tame because she has always believed Alex to be a sexually reserved person. But yesterday changed her notion. She now understands that he appeared reserved because he hid his sexual kinks and fantasies from her. She came to the gradual conclusion that if this is the kind of sex life Alex wants, then she's not opposed to it. As long as both of them are happy and their marriage remains stable.

“How stupid do you think I am? You said that before. And there she was. Naked. In your room.” The image stabbed. Livia’s bare skin. Her lies. The timing was too perfect to be an accident. Yelena closed her eyes and lifted a hand. “Stop. I don’t want to hear it. I’m done with you playing hero. You’ve done enough. I don’t need you anymore.” I planted my hands on her desk, leaning in. She didn’t back away. “And how do you plan to do that?” I asked quietly. “How do you plan to keep a sick bastard pervert away from you? Or the monster that almost ruined you? Do you think you’re safe now?”

“I know, babe. I get it. Don’t worry, okay?” She nodded against his chest, but her thoughts were somewhere else — at the club, with the woman whose voice still echoed in her mind. Later that night, when Raphael was asleep, Elena sat on the edge of the bed scrolling through her phone. She typed Scarlett’s name into the search bar. Scarlett Voss — The Queen of Club Vixen. Articles filled the screen: rumors, whispers, and headlines about her empire — her power, her wealth, her danger. There were stories about the people who crossed her and disappeared, stories about her charm that could destroy anyone foolish enough to fall for her.

“Now that she had met her‌ parents, you di⁠d⁠n’t wa‍nt her⁠ to expe‌rience parental love. Listen, I'm your bro‌ther and I lov‌e you both.” Elena looked at Ivan throug‌h her wet lashes. “Ivan, don't ta‌lk lik⁠e‍ that‌. Yulia must have been stressed o‍ut, that's why s‍h‍e reacted l‌ike that.” She squeezed Iv‍an's hand, then continued.

“The boss is going to enjoy playing with these later. Maybe while he fucks you over his desk.” Elena kissed and licked her way down Sophia’s trembling stomach, spreading her legs wide apart. She settled between them, hooking Sophia’s stocking-clad thighs over her shoulders. Without warning, Elena buried her face between Sophia’s thighs. Her skilled tongue dragged slowly up Sophia’s slit, savoring the taste, then flicked rapidly over her swollen clit.

She looked down at Julian, who was still busy driving her mad between her thighs. A sudden sense of defiance and a deep desire to retaliate against Victoria, who had always trampled over her, soared high within her. ’You have always walked all over me, Victoria. Let's see how you feel when you find out your own husband is kneeling beneath my thighs,’ Elena thought darkly. She finally stopped resisting. She accepted every single one of Julian's sensual touches with eyes that gleamed with total defiance. "Do you truly want me, Julian?" Her raspy voice suddenly sounding incredibly sensual.