All Chapters of FIFTY SHADES OF FILTHY DESIRES: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

AmberI push open the front door of the apartment I share with Jake. My arms ache from carrying heavy shopping bags. I spent the afternoon walking around the mall looking through stores and trying on clothes. Now I'm finally home as I step into the front door, I hear a sound.It's the hum of the TV coming from down the hallway. I know it's coming from Jake's bedroom. Jake always leaves his door open. It's a habit of his that I've gotten used to over the many months we've lived together as roommates.I kick off my sneakers near the door and I wiggle my toes feeling relieved to be out of the leather shoes. Just as I start to relax, I hear something. It isn't the normal sound of a show or a movie. I hear laughs and whispers, then I hear a sound. The unmistakable sound of moaning coming from the speakers. My heart skips a beat, I feel a shiver run down my back. I'm curious now so I walk to the kitchen, set my shopping bags on the messy counter. They make a thud but no one in the back o

AmberThe room is dark when my eyes snap open. For a second, I don't know where I am, the only light comes from the glowing standby light on the TV and a sparkle of moonlight streaming through the blinds. My head feels heavy, my brain fuzzy from the sleep I must have fallen into after that first explosion of heat.I try to stretch but my arms won't move. A sharp clink of metal echoes in the room. I pull again, harder this time, and my breath hitches. My wrists are pulled wide, held firmly to the cold metal bars of Jake’s headboard.I’m handcuffed.I’m completely naked, spread wide on the messy sheets. The air is cool on my wet skin but the moment I realize I’m trapped, a fresh wave of heat rushes to my core. I don’t feel scared, I feel a throb of pure, desperate hunger between my thighs."She’s awake," a voice whispers.It’s Ryan, I see the butt of a cigarette glow near the window before he takes it out. Then I hear movement on the other side of the bed, Jake sits up, he is tall an

KatAll day my phone buzzes with messages from Shawn. His words are filthy, making me drip with wetness. My body is on fire as I can't wait to be with him.“I can still taste you on my tongue.” “I keep thinking about how wet you were for me.” “Tonight I’m going to make you beg for my cock.”Every new message makes my body react instantly. My nipples harden under my blouse at work. My pussy grows slick and warm. By evening I’m soaked again, my clit throbbing every time my phone lights up. I can barely focus on anything else. The ache between my legs is constant, a sweet, frustrating pulse that makes me shift in my chair and press my thighs together. We agreed to meet at his hotel bar at 8 p.m.I chose a very short black dress with a deep neckline and no bra. The soft fabric touches against my sensitive nipples as I walk, making them stiff and tingling with every step. I feel sexy and bold, my skin already flushed with anticipation. When I step into the dimly lit bar, the low l

ROSEThe rain isn't just falling; it is a solid wall of water that turns the world gray. I run toward the old botanical greenhouse at the edge of the park, my boots splashing through deep puddles. My thin cotton shirt is already a second skin, clinging to my back and chest in a way that makes me feel exposed. I reach the heavy iron doors and pull. They groan, but eventually, they give way, letting me slip inside.The air in here is thick and smells like wet earth and crushed flower petals. It is warm, a sharp contrast to the biting wind outside. I lean against the glass wall, gasping for air, and try to wring out my hair. That is when I see him.He is standing near a cluster of tall ferns, his back to me. He is tall, with broad shoulders that stretch the fabric of a dark sweater. He doesn't turn around immediately, but I know he hears me. The silence between the thunderclaps is heavy. When he finally rotates on his heel, my breath hitches. He has the kind of face that looks like it

RoseThe aftershocks are still dancing through my skin but the hunger hasn't left. If anything, the first taste made the craving worse. It is a strange feeling in my lower belly that demands more. I look up at him through the tangled mess of my hair, and I see the same dark fire in his eyes.He is breathing hard, his chest rising and falling. He pulls out slowly, before I can catch my breath, he grabs my waist with strong hands that feel like iron bands and flips me over so I am pressed chest down against the cool stone bench. The moss is soft and damp against my skin but the stone beneath is hard."Stay right there," he orders. His voice is a rough command that makes my stomach flip and my skin break out in fresh goosebumps.I feel his hands on my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pulls my ass up. I’m arched, exposed, and trembling in the dim green light. The cold air of the greenhouse brushes against my wet skin, cooling the sweat that coats my back. I hear him movi