by Kaylee Kane
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KAYLEE KANE
SHARED BY MY ENEMIES
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PAID BY ALIEN LORDS
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SHARING HER
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LEWD RESORT
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TAMING OUR PRINCESS
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HAREM QUEST
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ALSO BY KAYLEE KANE
Copyright © 2019 by Kaylee Kane
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SHARED BY MY ENEMIES
KAYLEE KANE
Katrine’s age isn’t going to stop the voluptuously hot MILF from wearing a body-tight catsuit and pursuing her secret vigilante dream job that allows her to jump on younger, hot male villains.
Her vigilante career takes an interesting turn when she is met with Xavior, a young and successful brooding bad boy billionaire nuclear lord and the nation’s public enemy number one.
Burdened with debts, Katrine’s initial plan is to capture him and turn him in for rewards. One taste of Xavior and Katrine’s hooked. The older MILF never thought she will yearn to be dominated by not only the alpha alien but also his sidekick.
Katrine is torn between good versus evil when she meets Vylan, a superhero and Katrine’s definition of the perfect man. Vylan is everything Katrine could wish for…until he decides to give up being a superhero.
As Katrine falls in the downward spiral between two hot villains and a gorgeous superhero, the fate of the nation depends on her decision.
P/S: Shared by my Enemies was previously published as ‘My Big Bad Billionaire Villain’.
P/S: Kinks include but not limited to alpha males, MILF, older woman younger man, ménage, gangbang, reverse harem, non-con, age-play, big dick, alien and monster sex, masturbation, and cuckolding.
1
I picked up today’s paper and read the headline ‘Mysterious Kitty Saves Mother and Child from House Fire’. A grainy black and white photo of the Mysterious Kitty attached next to the text.
She was crouching in her black catsuit, face covered. Like all the rest of the photos taken of her.
No one truly knew who the Mysterious Kitty really was. Except for myself. I was the legendary superhero of Corn City, the Mysterious Kitty.
“I’d like to meet her in person one day. Such a wonderful soul,” commented the middle-aged man who also picked up the paper from the stall.
I smirked to myself. “Yeah, me too.” I paid for the paper and clipped it under my arms.
Biting into my apple, I glanced at the street full of people bustling in every direction, rushing to work or school. The cars honked impatiently. People pushed past.
I never liked Corn City. I vowed to myself to move out before my thirtieth birthday. At thirty-five, I was still living here, in the Kube, the apartment I lived in since Corn College where I studied Food Science.
I still remembered the fight I had with mom when I decided that I wanted to be a food scientist, while she wanted me to become her obedient dream daughter A.K.A. a stay-at-home housewife and good wife and mom like herself.
I failed her twice. I graduated not only with a bachelor but a Ph.D. just for the sake of adding the title ‘Dr’ before Katrine. And also, I never dated anyone for more than three months.
The longest was two months and twenty-eight days before he finally couldn’t stand my crazy schedule of experimenting and working part-time in vigilante (except he didn’t know the latter part).
“You are an embarrassment to the family!” Her voice still echoed in my ears when she said to me on her deathbed. “I pity your poor husband that is if you ever going to have one.”
I was holding her hand when she breathed her last. I forgave her, anyway.
I thought she was half-right. If only I had listened to her, I wouldn’t have to worry anything about the half million dollars student loan on my back right now. Which was another reason why I couldn’t move out of this city, still.
I unlocked the door to my apartment and scrunched my nose at the funky smell emanating from the pile of unwashed dishes in the sink.
I tried not to look at the mounds of unfolded clothes on the sofa, carefully treaded across the floor and went into my room.
Taking the last bite on the apple, I chucked it into the overfilling dustbin. A couple of paper balls rolled off onto the floor and a few roaches crawled out.
Rolling my eyes, I stepped on every roach and picked them up with some coffee-stained paper from last month on the table.
Slumped back on the chair, I unfolded today’s paper and cut out Mysterious Kitty’s article and pinned it on my wall of fame.
I smiled at myself as I stared at my collection. To get to where I was, it was a hard climb but the view was definitely worth it.
When my vision moved down to the sticky note read ‘$2000 rentals, $500 student loan’, my heart withered.
Being a research scientist was another passion of mine that didn’t pay well. At least Mysterious Kitty’s fame paid off h
alf my bills.
I let out a loud sigh and flipped through the paper aimlessly, half-contemplating on how I was ever going to pay off my student loan and start saving for retirement.
I stopped at the page when my eyes widened at the title ‘Hunting Xavior: Public Enemy Number One’.
The fine print below read ‘Wanted Dead or Alive. Award $10 Million and a Lifetime Sponsorship at Your Favorite Fast Food Chain’.
That was the best freaking deal I had ever seen throughout my vigilante career.
My thought went to the unlimited supply of Crisps N’ Chips next to Corn City University where I worked as a researcher cum lecturer.
I could pay off my student loan and all other bills and had every meal for the rest of my life taken care of.
Xavior. All my memories of him were refreshed. He owned the world’s largest nuclear arms cartel that catered to the supervillains.
He always topped the nation’s most wanted list but no one had ever seen his face before.
Luckily, I knew the whereabouts of his sidekick, Trixter. My mind immediately went to his irresistible brooding ash-gray eyes.
Those dark deep-set eyes of his pierced right into my heart the first time I met him. It was a year ago when I put a stop at his terror attack at the Anova National Bank. One of my glorious moments.
I still remembered that yummy broad shoulders and the prominent V shape of his shoulder blades protruding through his tight body-fitting costume.
His six packs were tight and contorted as the fabric stuck to his body like a second skin.
The mental picture of it alone sent a shiver of excitement blazing through my veins. My pussy throbbed as my panties went wet.
I had no idea when or how my hand had slipped through the elastic band of my sweatpants.
Now my fingers were creeping into my panties as my thoughts traveled down to his bulging package in front of his pants.
Oh, the size of that junk was enough to choke me to death. Picturing myself being impaled on his hard erect dick made me squirm.
It wasn’t helping that my fingers were already running circles on my clit, rubbing my wet pussy, awakening all my womanly senses.
I moaned as my other free hand groped around the desk, pushing the pile of papers off and scattered all over the floor.
I gasped loudly, the mental pictures of Trixter grabbing me by the waist and pounding me from behind danced in my head, mocking and teasing me, making my pussy ached with hot dampness.
My fingers were already slick with my own juice. My pussy ached to be taken and I thrust two fingers through the tight opening of my cunt, stretching it as I rammed them in.
I grabbed my breast through my bra with the other hand, kneading and massaging my lady lump.
My whole body was shaking with wants. Sweat poured from my face.
This was so fucking wrong at so many fucking levels. The Mysterious Kitty, the queen of vigilante was fucking masturbating to the fantasy of being used by some villain assistant.
How degrading and sinfully delicious was that? The thought itself made me feel like a slut and I thrust my fingers in harder and faster, creaming myself with my own juice.
I was barely breathing when I jammed my fingers all the way in. Still, my tiny fingers were still not big and long enough to satisfy my growing desire. I yearned for Trixter’s hard and big shaft, the whole length of him thrusting right into my guts.
“Oh yes, Trixter, oh yes,” I moaned his name as my other hand tightened on the edge of the desk for support. I bent over as the explosive orgasm burst inside me.
My cum oozed out of my soggy pussy and dribbled all over my thighs. Damp heat emanated from inside my panties and filled the room. My room now not only smelled of overnight fries, but it also smelled of sex.
I slumped in my chair, my weight made it creak. I smiled to myself for the naughty little release as I gasped for air. “Oh, Trixter, I would ride your big ass dick if I could.”
The notification ping coming from my laptop broke into my reverie.
I made a face and leaned forward to the desk. I clicked to check my email inbox, purposely scrolled past the three hundred unread emails to find the latest email from my student sending reports of their experimental findings.
“Oh fuck it,” I sighed and shut down the laptop.
Tonight wasn’t the night to become the great researcher mentor. Tonight would be the time to unleash the Mysterious Kitty, the dark side of me no one knew.
The surge of motivation catapulted me to the closet. I opened the door and some clothes fell from the mound. I dug in my closet and pulled out my catsuit.
Holding the catsuit close to my chest, I looked at my own reflection smiling wickedly back at me. Shame on you, ma. Not coming home again tonight.
I flicked my long red hair and put my hand on my waist. Not too bad for forty-four. My mouth watered thinking about the bottomless supply of chicken tender.
2
My heart pounded against my chest as I was suspended by nothing but a cable off the wall. The cacophony from the traffic at least twenty-floor below screamed into the breezy night sky.
That wasn’t what made my heart palpitate. It was because I was peering into the large window of Trixter’s penthouse in the heart of Corn City.
Luckily my glistening black catsuit blended into the dark velvet sky and with the tinted glass, the inmate of the lux condo hardly saw me.
The Pandemonia was the most luxurious high-end service penthouse in Corn City. Only the rich and the famous and the supervillains could afford.
Being Xavior’s most trusted and beloved sidekick, Trixter could afford a couple of them.
I could not help but feel a tinge of jealousy seeping in me when the besuited twenty-five-year-old male walked away from the window. In his hand, he was holding a glass wine.
How could someone half my age could possibly own the city’s most luxurious penthouse while I still struggled to pay off my student loan?
Life was unfair. Or I clearly chose the wrong industry.
Unbuckling myself from the cable, I jumped onto the balcony on the manicured lawn and landed on one knee. Damn, this spoilt kid even had a rotating fountain in his garden.
The empty lounge room was awash in amber light and a soft, muffled classical piano-like music drifted through the window. I stood on my feet and checked myself on the reflection on the mirror-like surface of the window.
The glossy black catsuit captured the light of the moon and reflected off my body. The tight bodice wrapped around my hourglass body like a second skin, flaunting my biggest assets.
I made a kissy face to myself. Thanks to yoga and Pilates, my body was still as youthful and agile, allowing me to be dirty in my forties.
But of course, parkour-ing and villain smashing worked more wonders than just mommy exercises and kale juice. That kale juice part also made my account look good too.
I looked the same as I was at twenty-five, except with a few additional wrinkles around my eyes. My long red hair danced in the wind behind my black cat mask, contrasting the white smooth complexion of my skin.
To make sure my emerald eyes pop, I winged them with eyeliner that mimicked the eyes of a cat, hence my vigilante name. Branding was important, especially for my career. My juicy pouts were always in red, matching with my nails and killer stiletto heels.
I strutted towards the lounge room and sat down cross-legged on the white leather sofa. Damn, the sweet luxurious smell of leather and the remains of Trixter’s cologne wafted into my nose, making me cringe with thrill.
I heard Trixter’s murmuring voices as he spoke on the phone, oblivious that I was already pouring myself a glass of red wine from the bottle I found on his glass coffee table.
I was sipping on the smooth liquor when he turned around and walked into the lounge room. He froze at my sight, his brooding deep ash-gray eyes met with mine, sending a shiver of excitement through my veins.
Trixter still looked as delicious as the day I met him. His shoulders still looked strong and protective, his dark brown hair remained unchanged and unkempt in an attractive way.
My eyes traced him as he inched into the lounge room. His eyes were on me too as though if he looked away, I would jump on him. Damn, those bulging muscles under his tight shirt.
I would definitely jump on that. I downed my drink so quickly I wasn’t sure my body was heating up or because of the wine. I cleared my throat and placed the glass on the table.
He had not taken any tolls from the days behind bars. Or maybe Xavior was just too powerful and efficient in getting his goonies out of trouble. After all, he was the master of all supervillains.
Being twenty-five, he looked way more mature and sophisticated than my students in their thirties, especially being in that crisp blue suit that I couldn’t wait to rip them off.