Yelena Belova X Reader Novels & Stories

I whimpered, the shameful admission tumbling from my lips before I could stop myself. ​Aziel’s dark eyes flashed with raw, possessive triumph. "Good girl," he purred, his fingers pausing their torture over my core just long enough to grip my wrist and guide my hand downward. "Pull my cock out, Elina.” My face burned bright red, completely flushed with heat beneath the lace mask. With trembling fingers, I obeyed his command. My hands fumbled with the sleek buckle of his leather belt, unfastening it before sliding down his zipper.

Natalia added coldly, “that you’ll ever become a Morozov, keep dreaming. Dedushka would rather slit Mikhail’s throat than see a whore like you carry our name.” A dangerous silence fell between them. Vera’s eyes flashed, and she slowly stepped closer, not to Natalia, but to Donatella. She leaned in, her breath brushing Donatella’s cheek like ice. “We had three rounds last night,” Vera whispered, her voice laced with venom and triumph. “Mikhail’s appetite is… demanding. Ruthless. He doesn’t slow down, doesn’t ask, doesn’t care. He wants what he wants and I give it to him. Every inch of him is mine when he’s inside me. And you think you can handle that?”

"You're the filthy little creature who's been driving me insane. Now, I think you want to show me exactly what else you've been hiding." The tension snapped like a dry branch. Elias didn't lead her to the bed, he shoved her against the floor-to-ceiling glass window, the cold city lights of New York blurred by the rain behind them. He grabbed the front of her uniform and ripped it open, buttons skittering across the floor. Beneath, Elena wore nothing but the black stockings and a matching garter belt, her tits spilling out-heavy, pale, and topped with dark, erect nipples. "Look at you," Elias hissed, his eyes roaming over her body with a predatory hunger. "Ironing my shirts while you're dress

🔞Warning🔞: Dear readers, this entire chapter contains explicit smut scenes. ******** Elena’s POV "Well?" He prompted for an answer as I left him hanging while I trailed off, trying to tease him. "To be frank, when you hurt my feelings back then, I was searching the internet for a way to understand more about love because I've never known it before. But one day, I accidentally clicked on another 'stage' of love that took an unexpected turn. The article was full of explicit details, so I couldn't stop myself from reading the entire thing." I shrugged, feigning indifference, though every word made my cheeks burn in embarrassment. Inside, I was silently begging the ground to open up and swallo

"Why me, Adrian? Not Camilla. Not the fake name. Me. Before the contract, before the accident. Why did you choose me?" He was quiet for so long I thought he wasn't going to answer. Then he turned his head slightly, just enough that I could see his profile. "Go to your room, Elara." "No." "Go." "I'm tired of being dismissed. I'm tired of being a Doll who sits in her room and waits for someone to tell her what to do. Katya almost killed me today and you won't even tell me why I'm here." He turned around. His face was unreadable, but his eyes were dark.

"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

They didn’t stop. Elena swung around, grabbed the thick double-ended dildo from the drawer, and slid one end deep into her own dripping pussy. The other end she pushed between my lips, fucking my mouth while Victoria kept railing me. Then Elena leaned forward, kissing Victoria passionately above me, their full breasts pressed together as they used my body like their favorite toy. I lost count of how many times I came.

Then the ice. Elena pressed a cube to one nipple and watched it harden impossibly tighter. She circled it slowly, then leaned in and sucked the cold flesh into her warm mouth. Valeria cried out, back arching. Elena trailed the melting ice down the center of her chest, over her stomach, lower. When she pressed it directly against Valeria’s clit, Valeria screamed, hips bucking helplessly. Elena let the ice melt there, water mixing with Valeria’s own slickness, dripping down her thighs. Only when Valeria was sobbing, begging incoherently, did Elena switch on the vibrator.

Yelena was the fire in every room she entered. Confident. Beautiful. Dangerous. Back then, Travis wasn’t the cold, calculated heir he is now. He was warmer. Reckless. Too trusting. And that’s how Yelena got in. They were together for six months. Six perfectly public, perfectly poised months—filled with charity galas, Forger deals, and private rooftop kisses. But Yelena wanted more. Not just of Travis. Of the Forger empire. And when Travis’s father denied her the “seat at the table” she wanted, she did what predators do best.

Instead, she rocked her hips, the slick heat of her core brushing against his hardness, drawing a deep groan from him. Elena’s lips curved into a mischievous smile, her confidence radiating as she took control. She leaned forward, her hands resting on his chest, her breasts swaying tantalizingly close to his face. Helios’s hands moved to her waist, guiding her as she sank down onto him, inch by agonizing inch. She gasped, her head tipping back as she took him fully, her body stretching to accommodate his size.