Romans & histoires 50 Shades Of Grey Online

Instead, he gripped my hips tighter and started thrusting up into me, unable to hold back anymore. I rode him faster, grinding my clit hard against him, my moans were growing louder and more desperate. The orgasm was building fast and hot inside me, and I stared right into Harlan’s stormy gray eyes the entire time, showing him exactly how soaked and eager I got just from knowing he was watching me.

"They pulled a liter of fluid out of your pleural space. They said the cells they found weren't just inflamed. They were... changing. Crystallizing." "The Grey," I whispered. My voice was a ghost of itself, a raspy tear in the quiet room. "My body is turning into a monument to a pack that hates me. Funny, isn't it?" Silas finally looked at me. His amber eyes were flat, devoid of the pity I’d grown to loathe. "It’s inefficient. You’re no use to me as a corpse, Elara. We have a bridge to build and an empire to dismantle." He stood up and walked over, placing a thin, sleek laptop on my over-bed table. He didn't offer a hand to help me reach it. He knew I’d rather crawl across broken glass than

I covered my mouth, realizing the sins we both committed in my room. What have you done, Julianna? How could I have been this shameless? I felt really guilty. Trying not to have those thoughts affect my head, I made my way toward where I remembered would be the entrance. “Are you sure? She really did that? You really have to stop, Chris…” From where I stood, I squinted my eyes, seeing a woman seated on the counter, and next to her stood Professor Grey. His upper part was naked. He had a cigarette in his hold.

Overhead, dim red emergency strips glowed just enough to outline shapes. Ten men sat on metal chairs arranged in a loose semi-circle, all facing away from the entrance. Their backs were broad, shoulders filling the space like walls. One had dreadlocks tied back, another a shaved head with tattoos crawling up his neck. Skin tones ranged from deep black to pale white to warm brown. Every single one was built like he lifted cars for fun—thick arms, wide backs, thighs that strained their jeans. They didn't turn. They didn't speak. But the air felt heavier, thicker with anticipation.

He nodded, satisfied with the intel, but cranked the vibe higher, the buzz intensifying until sweat beaded on my forehead, trickling down my neck. The penthouse lights dimmed automatically as evening deepened, the glow from the sprawling metropolis below filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting our scene in hues of electric blue and crimson. I rocked in the chair, hips grinding against the unyielding seat, chasing the relentless buzz that had me teetering on the edge. Zade stood then, his cock already hardening again, tenting his pants as he approached. He unzipped my suit fully now, peeling the fabric down to pool at my waist, leaving my upper body bare—breasts heaving, skin

"Come in, Sarah. Close it behind you." I swallowed hard and stepped inside. "I am quitting, Mr. Blackwood. What happened last night was a mistake. A huge fucking mistake. Here is my letter." I tossed the paper on his desk. He did not even glance at it. Instead, he leaned back in his big leather chair and turned his computer screen toward me. My face went pale. There I was on the video, bent over his desk, screaming his name while he fucked me raw from behind. The sound was on. My own moans filled the room, loud and desperate.

I don't care if anyone sees me or if I end up on the news my anger will never let this man go free. "Listen, dude, I didn't come here to play. I came here for answers. Now quit playing and tell me what being a grey wolf means." His smile isn't there anymore, he looks as confused as ever. "I'm not playing with you Chloe, you were born a grey werewolf. Your father was a grey werewolf, you're a grey werewolf. Grey werewolves are more powerful than regular werewolves, grey wolves are also the only breed of werewolves to not be controlled by the moon. You all can turn at will and it won't even hurt." He chuckles. "Y'all are lucky bastards."

It wasn't just a normal video, it was a controversial sensitive video which would wow the internet and the Winslow family. "Oh my gosh, Lindsey Winslow does have an interesting past doesn't she?" Reporter Sharon said as a smile appeared on her face. She quickly clicked on the d******d button and d******ded the video plus post link. "Cynthia and Vanessa would be wowed," Reporter Sharon said as she watched the video d******d.

Chibuzor Victor Obih was born in the southern part of Nigeria. Delta State to be precise. His writing includes essays, poetry and short stories. He likes to play soccer, read, study and above all, write. He is currently a fourth year student of a renowned public university in Nigeria. The University of Port-Harcourt is where he is pursuing a bachelor's degree in Mechanical Engineering. Shading Black is his first book and his first attempt to explore the beautiful world of a novelist. To stay connected with him and his works, you can follow him on Instagram using the account name: Chibuzor Victor Obih or follow him on Facebook using the account name: Author Chibuzor Victor Obih.

I ordered and she froze, her eyes returning to meet mine in surprise. “Sir, is there something wrong with the presentation? Why did you ask me to stop—” I slammed on the projector button and it turned off immediately. Good fucking riddance. “Get over here, Lena. On those pretty knees. Keep those juicy fingers away from the floor, I need to taste them.” I ordered and like an obedient slut, she got on her knees, crawling over to me. When she got in front of me, just like I had ordered, she kept her middle and ring fingers away from the dirt. I took her hand in my mouth, licking off the juices that had coated it, and she moaned softly in pleasure.