Alle Kapitel von Filthy, Dirty Desires: Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 40

AMELIAI sit cross legged inside Wolfe’s office, where he’s asked his receptionist to lead me to and wait for him to finish his meeting.The devil may very well be doing this on purpose--keeping me waiting just to get a rise out of me so that by the time he arrives, I’ll be ready to blow a gasket. But Wolfe should know better than to rage-bait me.I’ll never not snap. Never.The hair at my nape stands to attention and without looking, I already know that the devil is close. I don’t turn as the glass door slides open, neither do I turn when he begins advancing toward me with quiet footsteps, the sound of the door snicking shut ten times louder than it should have been.I expect him to sit on his chair which is directly opposite mine, but he doesn’t. He leans on his desk right beside my chair, crossing his legs at the ankles as he leisurely drags his eyes down my body in a slow perusal.My heart picks up it’s pace in my chest, something I hope my button down does a good job of hiding. I

AMELIAClamping a hand around my mouth, he bends his knees and shoves into me with all his might.A scream rips out of my throat, muffled by his palm. My eyes cross as my walls clamp down around him, sucking him in as he pulls out and slams in again, burying his cock to the hilt.“So fucking tight,” he grinds out through clenched teeth, hissing as he settles into a steady pace. He withdraws until only the tip is left inside me then he snaps his hips into mine with a startling force that has stunned gasps falling from my lips.Fuck, but he feels so good.So big, hard and long, I can feel him pulsing inside me. Those prominent veins rub along my walls as he moves, stretching me so wide, it feels like he’s going to split me in two.He’d been huge that night. Now, he feels impossibly more so.Rolling his hips in a circle that has my thighs quivering, he brings his lips to my ear once more. “You’re drenching my cock, Amelia.” I wish he were lying but I can feel my own wetness sliding down

CHER“Dad, what floor are you on?” I ask, bringing the phone to my ear.There’s a lot of noise on the other side, letting me know that the party is already in full swing and I’m late. As usual. Today is my dad’s company’s end of year party and he’s done everything to make sure I’m present, even going as far as paying for my dress and sending his driver to my place to pick me up.“Are you here now?” He asks.“Yeah, I just got to the hotel. I can see the elevator already, so just tell me what floor you’re on.”“The place is a bit crowded right now,” he says. “It’ll be a bit difficult for you to spot me. Hold on, I’ll send Brock downstairs to get you. He’ll be there shortly.”I suck in a breath at the mention of Brock’s name. Brock is my father’s new bodyguard. He’s a mighty hunk of a man, tall, muscular and rugged. He’s always scowling but that only adds to his appeal.I’ve always been ridiculously attracted to him. I remember the first time I saw him when I visited my dad. Filthy thoug

WILLOWMy tits swell with arousal inside my bra as I watch the seductive stripper slither around the pole, moving her body in a sensual dance that has heat coiling through my body.Grabbing a wad of cash from my briefcase, I peel some of the bills and throw them at her. She aims a seductive smirk my way as the cash rains around her.Letting her hand fall free from the pole, she sashays my way, her full hips swaying this way and that as she walks over to me. My chest tightens in anticipation as she turns around and bends over, twerking her ass.I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, wet as hell inside my pants.Turning to my best friend, Adam, I tap him on the shoulder. “I want her.”He lifts a brow, his eyes fixated on the stripper’s body. I see desire flash in those depths, the same desire mirrored in every single person’s eyes in this room. She has everyone in a chokehold, desperate for a taste of her.Which is exactly why I’m calling dibs before they can.“She’s a fucking smokeshow,”

CAT  She flips us over so that I’m lying face up on the bed and she’s between my legs. Her hand steals between my legs, our lips locked in a kiss. I moan into her mouth when she drags a finger through my folds, my breath hitching when she brushes my swollen clit. She gives my lips one last lick before dragging her mouth down my body, leaving open mouthed kisses as she goes. With one sharp movement of her wrist, my thong meets the same fate as my clothes and she tosses it somewhere on the bed. “This is so sexy.” She lightly tugs on the piercing just on top of my clit and my knees fall wide. “You’re so fucking sexy. You know that, right?” When I nod, she laughs huskily, staring down at my pussy as if she’s trying to commit the image to memory. “Of course you do.”