Yelena Belova X Reader Novels & Stories

“You’re not actually his wife?” The man’s face became distorted and ferocious. Yelena was shaking, her face pale from fear. Yale slapped her. “B*tch! How dare you lie to me? Who exactly are you?” She was seeing stars. There was blood dripping at the corner of her lips. She begged as she knelt on the floor. “I’m sorry, sir… I’m not Cordelia. I-I admire you. That’s why I—” “Where’s Cordelia?” “She…” Yelena looked away. “She doesn’t want to come at all. She said she despises wealthy men like you the most!”

The couple suspiciously locked their gaze on Yelena. "And what made you worthy of our trust?" Lady Laenyra asked. Yelena's gaze shifted in her direction and gave her a cold smile. "I drowned thousands of men in seas. And feed children to lions. I'm a woman of words and I never break promises." Yelena responded coldly and Laenyra felt fear from her place when the woman's head creepily tilted to the side and smiled at her. Laenyra quickly holds her husband's hand.

Looks like Cupid’s been busy. I eyeYelena over the rim of my wine glass. She’s got that look, the one that screams “I’m hiding something juicy.” Time to poke the bear. “Alright, spill it,” I say, setting down my glass with a dramatic clink. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” She hesitates, chewing her lip. “I don’t want to hurt Viktor, Ana.” Here it comes. “He’s just so hot!” she blurts out, and I almost choke on my drink. When I collect myself, I nod, smirking. I’ve never looked at Viktor that way, but it’s hard to argue with Yelena’s assessment.

My back hit the bed deeply and I cried out in ecstacy. "I can't...." "Look at me," He ordered. It was hard to keep my eyes focused as I met each of his thrust with one of my own. "Elena," he groaned. Fuck... My fingers moved away from the bed post and I moved in a way that my hands could rub his chest. He went stiff for a moment, but I wouldn't have that. "Don't stop. Darius Veylor Thorne, move those hips right now or I swear to the moon goddess, you won't like me."

I rocked against Victor while Damien’s hands explored my breasts through my dress, pinching my nipples until I gasped. We didn’t go all the way, not yet. Victor eventually took control again, bending me over the arm of the couch and fucking me with deep, steady strokes while Damien watched, stroking himself through his pants and whispering filthy encouragement. I came hard, moaning both their names, the pleasure sharper knowing Damien was there, waiting his turn. Afterward, Victor held me close, his touch gentler. “This is dangerous, Elara. But if you want to explore… we’ll go slow, on your terms.”

“Not yet. But soon. Very soon I’m going to fuck you properly — in my bed, where I can take my time ruining you.” He dropped to his knees again, devouring her from behind until she came hard, biting her own arm to muffle her scream. Her legs shook violently as pleasure tore through her. Professor Kane stood, tucked himself away, and straightened her skirt with gentle hands. “Go back to your dorm,” he whispered, kissing her temple. “Think about how close you were to getting fucked in a storage room like a dirty little secret.” Elena left on shaky legs, cheeks flushed, pussy still throbbing. The game was escalating fast. And she was completely addicted.

Elena whimpered, caught between exhaustion and the undeniable arousal that Raphael's presence continued to pull from her. As dawn began to paint the sky in shades of pink and gold. Raphael was still moving in and out of Elena. She lay on her stomach, barely conscious, her body wrung out and trembling. Her pussy was swollen and raw from hours of use, every nerve ending screaming with oversensitivity. She'd stopped counting orgasms somewhere around fifteen, had stopped screaming around twenty, and now could only make small, broken sounds of pleasure-pain as Raphael continued to slowly thrust into her from behind.

I start to writhe around him—not to get away—but to fight the swelling sensation his mouth inflicts upon me. “Ohhhh, fuck.. Mmhh,” a moan slips from my throat like a shameless wanton. Every stroke of his mouth is an intended claim, an intimate violation that draws unabashed gasps from my chest despite the horror twisting in my gut. I am Elena Beaumont. I am Elena. I am… “Ohhh, fuck… yeah, hmmm.”

She is akin to a breath of fresh air in a life of suffocation, she is like a palate of colours in my world of darkness, she is- Beautiful. The door to our private room opens and in steps Elena. The sight of her makes my fingers fall from the glass and I can only stare at the angel before me. My eyes rest on her face for a few seconds too long and it is only when Connor stands up from his seat and cheer that I am able to bring myself to act normally again. Helios snorts, rolls his eyes and continues digging into the food. Women hold no attraction to Helios, he has love only for food.

He began rattling off my routine as he swiped his access card through the glowing scanners while I listened. I sat back in my chair, finally alone after Leo left, but the peace didn't last. The door opened and Lena walked in—the blonde I’d had in my bed just recently. I had fucked her so hard, my body moving with a violence I couldn't control, but I never reached the end. I couldn't cum. Not with Elira’s eyes on me. "This is the file you requested, Mr. Blackthorne," she said, her voice dropping as she leaned over the desk.