Abigail Spencer Nsfw Novels & Stories

Seeing the horror and confusion etched across Skye's face seemed to delight her. "We fucked," Abigail repeated, her voice even softer this time, as if savoring the words. "Xavier fucked me last night." Skye's knees nearly gave out beneath her as the weight of Abigail's words settled in her chest like a boulder. Her vision blurred as tears welled up in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. No, she told herself, clenching her fists. This can't be true.

I and Abigail mostly chose decent pairs with lace which covered the parts unlike Hayley and Daniela’s, whose raunchy lingerie left nothing to the imagination. “These girls sure know how to rile the men up,” Abigail whispered. “Girl, I am horny all the time, but I never have the guts to flaunt my body in front of my man,” She continued and I agreed. “So what did you get?” Daniela looked at our purchases and scrunched her nose in distaste, “Well you got to do more than that if you want Aiden and Nicholas on his knees,” she commented and continued to pull out the naughty lingerie.

However, her past washed over her like downpour. She contemplated the manner in which Jasper and his friends had disregarded her chastity while they were with her. Even after she begged them for compassion, they continued to take turns sexually abusing her until they satisfied their insatiable craving. Even after she begged them for compassion, they continued to sexually abuse her.

My body shook with fear, and my hands pressed against his chest weakly as he started to undo his belt. “No,” I sobbed. “Please… don’t.” But he leaned down, pressing his lips to my neck. His breath was hot and disgusting, making me shudder. “I’m going to be the first,” he whispered. “And when I’m done, I’ll take the money too. No one’s coming for you. Not even your stepbrother. He doesn’t care about you at all.” Liam’s POV The moment I saw Abigail, I knew I wanted her—not out of love, not even out of friendship, but out of lust. A pure and unfiltered lust. There was something intoxicating about her innocence, the way she walked with that stubborn pride.

The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice. She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard. It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance. "Dylan, is this your girlfriend?" More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent. Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red. "Dylan, last month in the break r

Kathryn rushed home upon hearing the news that her fussy, high-maintenance mother was getting married. At first, she thought it was just a joke, another impulsive decision, but when her mother told her directly, she immediately flew back to the Philippines to talk some sense to her. Her mother fell in love far too easily, so she assumed the man was just fooling her, not until she came face-to-face with the man himself. Knoxx, her former professor who used to be the campus heartthrob back in college, who was also the father of the child she had been hiding for so long even from her mother, and who was now apparently about to become her stepfather. Knoxx was now in his late thirties, but

I try and remember what happened, I close my eyes and think and then like a disgusting porno movie it plays in my head, Sasha on top of me, my reaction and the male voices yelling out CUT, Print it. My eyes snap open with a realization of what she said, how she would like to be there when my mate see’s me fucking her. Oh dear goddess, no Abigail can’t see that, she won’t understand, she’ll think I wanted it, that she isn’t enough for me, that I was playing with her. My heart sinks into my stomach and a wave of nausea hits me at the same time.

Sebastian’s POV I felt a woman’s hand slowly sliding up my leg toward my groin. I downed the last shot of my beer. Spartan was packed tonight—full of people hyped up and dancing like crazy. It wasn’t even midnight yet, but the place was already wild. Bodies grinding, music blasting, and everyone chasing alcohol, pleasure, and a good lay. A tingling sensation shot through me. The woman was rubbing my half-hard dick now. I quickly caught her hand to stop her. She looked shocked for a second, confused why I stopped her, but then that confusion melted into a wicked smile.

Abbi's POV I was about to say something but stopped when I saw pictures of myself on all five screens in the lobby. These were not just pictures of me. The pictures were of me forcing myself on Eric which I could not understand because I could swear with my life that this scene had never transpired between us. It wasn't until I saw one of me kissing him while he was asleep I understood what was going on and who was behind it. Abygale. That freaking devil.

Yeah, she'd turned down many offers from men her age to be lovers, but she wouldn't have turned one down if it had come to her like the man Jonas was talking to. We had a brief introduction. Jonas introduced me to his friend Matteo Gallo, and he also introduced me to Matteo before returning to our Italian conversation. I just sat and held back my annoyance that Jonas was completely ignoring me, and what exactly was the point of me being here? He shouldn't have had to invite me to meet if I had been ignored. "Abigail will be one of the members of my office who will be taking on this project," Jonas said suddenly, making me almost choke on my drink.