Yelena Belova X Reader Novels & Stories

A man who'd made choices that couldn't be undone. He reached for Ivan's vodka with shaking fingers. A soft, polite knock sounded at the door Damian had just exited. Alexei’s tired eyes lifted. "Enter," he rasped. The door opened smoothly. Katya Volkova glided into the room. She was a vision of perfect, predatory calm, a dark silk wrap dress clinging to her elegant frame. She held a thin manila file in her perfectly manicured hands. She moved with the silence of a serpent, stopping before the desk. She placed the file down on the polished wood, near the spreading pool of spilled vodka.

Besides it's so unusual to see Viktor Ivanov have hickeys all over his neck. But it’s all Milana’s doing. During sex last night in the bedroom, she took it upon herself to put more hickeys all over my neck and I did not even bother to hide it. I'm off limits. “I can see that you already have a woman in your life,” Yelena mutters meaningfully and there is a disappointed look on her face.

“She holds grudges like you hold secrets.” Elena had resumed her pacing, completely unaware of my presence. She muttered, “After all these…” she went on. “he thinks that damn clause is supposed to make us ‘fall in love’?” She scoffed, shaking her head, “As if that would ever happen.” I couldn’t help but smirk at her words. It was almost funny, in a twisted way. Elena’s rant continued, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she turned her back to the sealed wing. “I swear I hate him. What kind of medieval alpha forces his mate to fall in love? Oh, wait, of course, Xavier Stormborne, master of control and—”

"She tried. You didn’t care enough to hear it." Ava didn’t stop. "You want to know the funniest part? She didn’t even need your life. She was Elena Valenti. She had guards, cars, money, a father who could buy your airline if he got bored. But she gave all of it up to stand behind you." Julian gripped the phone until his knuckles went white. "I didn’t know." "Because you never asked." Ava’s voice dropped. "You loved having a woman who waited, cooked, packed, forgave, and never made you feel small. You didn’t love her. You loved the service."

"You’re trembling. Still wet from this afternoon, aren’t you? I can see it in your eyes. That desperate little ache I left you with." He brushed his thumb slowly across her lower lip, eyes locked on hers. “Lie on the bed, open your robe, and spread your legs. Touch yourself for me, slowly. And while you do, describe exactly what you would have done if you had met your friend today.” Elena’s cheeks burned with humiliation, but she obeyed anyway. However, spreading her legs and touching herself wasn't the problem. But telling him the truth. How was she supposed to do that? She moved to the large bed, and lifted her robe as instructed, leaving it to fall open. When she's done, she lay down and

My muffled screams vibrated around the cock in my mouth as orgasm after orgasm crashed through me. Elena stepped closer, shedding her robe to reveal her perfect naked body. She strapped on a thick, veined dildo and climbed onto“My turn to claim what’s mine,” she purred. The guards lowered me onto my back again. Elena straddled my face, lowering her dripping pussy onto my eager tongue while two guards held my legs wide. She began riding my face slowly at first, grinding her clit against my nose as I licked and sucked her desperately. At the same time, Raul and Javier double-penetrated my pussy together, their two massive cocks stretching me to the limit. The burning pleasure-pain made me scre

Vanessa turned red, while Charlotte bit her lip with a grin. “We will abide by your rule and give you as much privacy as possible. Won't we, Van?” “Yeah,” Vanessa said. “Then, that's all,” Elio said. “Have a good night.” **** **** **** Vanessa walked into her class anxiously, eager to start the day. She had rushed out of the house without having breakfast in an effort to avoid Elio. During the meeting yesterday, when he spoke about their sexual life, she assumed that he was talking about her toy.

"Don't." "I'm just saying the timing—" "I know what you're saying." "Then you understand why I need to—" "You need to listen to me for one minute," Svetlana said, and the edge in her voice made him go quiet. She didn't speak like that often. She was usually sharp but controlled. This was something different. This was the voice of someone who had been holding something for a long time and had decided to finally put it down. "Katya was drugged at that gala. Did you know that?"

His fingers raked through her back and cupped her tits, gliding down to spank her round bouncy ass, But it didn't fucking do it. "Closer," he hissed beneath his breath, and Elena whimpered and shoved him down to the bed, flattening her palm on his chest as she started to ride, deeply, slowly, her pussy so wet the cream dripped down the sheets. Now, he was forced to stare into those expressive crystal pupils, until she leaned down and shoved her tit into his mouth. He didn't need to be told verbally. Mikhail Volkov buried his face in that huge pillowy tit and pushed her nipple into his hot searching mouth, sucking with a desperation that left sloppy sounds in the air.

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.