Властный Novels & Stories

"Okay for years now I've not had anyone in my life. It's because of my past but I really want nothing to do with people. I've done everything on my own, even pleased myself when I had an erection but then you did what you did yesterday and I realized how much I'd forgotten the taste of someone. It's not the same as using my own hands." "What are you driving at?" I was bitterly confused. "I'll pay you to be my exclusive sex partner." He said. His blank face didn't help me understand what he was thinking or what on earth was going on through his head as he spoke. "I thought you said you didn't do love." I reminded him, still not understanding his concept. "And this doesn't require love. I want

Luke interuppts. I shot him a dirty look. " So, it wasn't your mate, jeez, just asking, " Luke said backing off. Luke was obsessed with finding his mate and projected that onto me. He had been rejected from his 'mate' and that really fucked him mentally. " Anyways, " I paused, " While I was patroling this morning I found a werewolf badly injured, " " Is she a dominant? " Luke question tilting his head. " Erm-No, well, I don't think so, " I explained.

“So why lie to me about Cass’s words?” “I wasn’t lying.” He raised the glass, the swirling liquid catching the light. “You think I’m a good person?” “I know you are,” I said softly, taking a hesitant step forward. That’s when he turned. The motion was slow, deliberate, the kind of turn that made the air shift around him. His eyes locked on mine, dark, and unreadable. His grip on the glass tightened just enough for me to hear it creak. “I’m anything but good,” he said flatly. “I’m a control freak, Violet. Everything I touch, I try to own. Everything I care about, I cage.”

But it was all I had. Victor paused. Then chuckled, low and smug, like he was enjoying some private joke I hadn’t been let in on. “What every man wants,” he said slowly, leaning in until his face hovered just inches from mine. His breath was warm and sour, laced with the stench of cigars and cruelty. “Power. Control. You.” The last word wasn’t spoken. It was claimed. Branded into the space between us like a weapon. My stomach twisted, nausea curling like smoke in my gut.

His voice was oddly calm and remote, and some bitterness left behind the memories of that horrid night. “Let go!” I yelled my hands coming forward to slam on his chest as with force I fight him. Alexei Volkov was an undeniable embodiment of untamed power, possessing a relentless ruthlessness rendered him immune to defeat. He possessed an unwavering determination to claim whatever he desired, employing any means necessary. In an instant, his free hand reached towards me, enveloping my exposed shoulder with a swift and forceful motion.

“Touch yourself for me baby” “I-“ “Now” I stand firm while grabbing her by the front of the throat asserting my dominance. And I feel her trace her fingers down her front side. Starting to circle at her core in an unsure motion. “Just like that baby. Go faster”. I order her as I speed things up. I want Alex to watch her come undone for me and watch me use her. I want him to feel the heat of anger across his face as he watches me take what chance he thought he had. I want him to be consumed with jealousy and rage.

She said, her tongue lapping out to lick the tip. I clenched my jaw tightly and grabbed a fistful of hair. 'I want to fuck you, Lena. Stroke this cock all the way in your pussy. Her clit was circled by my fingers, and my thumb. She moaned in the kiss, and her free hand caught my nipple, as she twisted and pulled gently.

I resisted the urge to flinch away when he reached for my hands, I still needed more answers. "What do you mean you are more rich and powerful than Demetrius?" "It's simple really, Demetrius is the owner of Mavros Inc, the third richest company on the world. I own Roussos Inc, the richest company in the world by far, Mavros Inc is only where it is today because of me, I make most of my business deals and collaborations with Demetrius' company, without me, you'd be an average family living on minimum wage.

Eisenhower point at her to explain the Bernoulli's Principle. Natasha was placing her books on her desk and moving to her seat when somebody else beat her to it. "What do you want, Bianca?" she started, with a hint of annoyance. The girl named Bianca was seated in Natasha's place with her long exposed legs crossed over each other from outside the seat. Bianca Synclair-or as she was popular known; 'Queen B' . She was tall with dark brown hair and green eyes that always seemed to be in a fight with the heavy mascara she wore everyday but she was really pretty though and a bit of a self-righteous arrogant attitude, which of course was an understatement.