Anthony Padilla Nude Novels & Stories

Besides, a man like Anthony would never pick an interest in me. Anthony checked his wristwatch. “Don’t make me do it for you,” he threatened. He was just as possessive as the beast. My fingers reached for my buttons. I undid them. Showing Anthony my back, I stripped my body of my uniform, standing with just my bra and panties. I heard his feet move and I felt his presence behind me. He sniffed my hair a bit before speaking up. “You won’t be needing this,” his fingers undid the hook of my bra and I gasped, tucking in my air. He slipped my bra off my body.

she announced, and tossed a file onto the coffee table. Dante's expression quickly shifted as he opened the folder. "What kind of problem?" "Anthony Ricci is alive." The words hit me like a physical blow. I sat down hard on the couch. "That's impossible. I saw him get shot. There was so much blood..." "Apparently not enough," Sofia replied. She pointed to a picture showing a man with Anthony's build, though his face was partially covered by a baseball cap. "He has been in federal custody under a new name while recovering from his injuries. He disappeared early this morning."

He felt some kind of unprecedented pain in his body, his body ached. "Yes!" Anthony said to the caller, it was his personal assistant. "I have gotten little information about her boss," the personal assistant said, however, Anthony didn't seem to understand. "Information about who?" Anthony asked. "The lady and the child you requested us to trail at the restaurant," The assistant replied. It was at that time Anthony's brain neutralized to normal, he looked at himself and wondered why he was naked. His eyes opened as he saw a lady sounding so asleep, naked in his bed.

He started scrolling through his phone again with an exaggerated air of secrecy. "Seriously, Anthony. I don't need—" He shoved the phone in my face. On the screen was the blonde from earlier, in various states of undress. One picture had her in a barely-there bikini, leaving little to the imagination. The next showed her lying on a bed, wearing nothing but a seductive smile and high heels. "Jesus," I muttered, pushing his hand away. "You're relentless." "Come on! Look at her!" He swiped to another picture where she was arching her back provocatively on a velvet chaise lounge, completely nude. "If this doesn't do it for you, I'm genuinely concerned."

Angela's breath hitched in her throat as she lay back against the pillows and watched Antonio about to unzip his trousers. She wanted to do it by herself, pull his pants and watch his massive erection spring up and slap his hard abs, and taste him, play with his balls… Wait ….what on earth will she call that? That would be a very shameless thing to do! Have some shame and dignity, Angela. She thought and waved it off her mind. Antonio finally peeled the pants down the long length of his legs before pushing them off his feet, then he straightened. He grinned and stood proudly naked, his massive erection jotting up so long it reached his navel, and so thought around.

“Anthony would never do that to me. Stop the bullshit, Elena.” Elena clutched her chest dramatically, her expression mockingly pained. “It actually breaks my heart to see you this confident. It’s such a shame… I’m about to shatter it completely.” She pulled out her phone, tapped the screen a few times, then handed it over. Anna hesitated only a second before taking it. The moment her eyes landed on the photos — Anthony, naked, unmistakable — her breath caught sharply. Shock ripped through her, cold and biting.

"I’m ruined! How can I live knowing that everyone has seen my nudes?!" "Technically, you aren’t really nude in them―" Annalise said. The entire family had read the article put out by Lady Vanity and saw the resulting photos― her straddling Matteo in nothing but her underwear, the both of them tangled in his bedsheets, her bra, half-falling off her shoulders to reveal a swell of creamy breast. If they were from a weaker family, Annalise was sure that her phone would be blowing up with all sorts of obscene offers from movie directors.

With compressed lips, she clamped her eyes. "good." Sandra shook unnoticeably as she felt him scan her almost unclad body. Anthony picked up the red box, he had pulled out earlier, and opened it. There laid a black,long,armless dress. He gently pulled it out and laid it on the bed. "Drop your hands" She did so. He pulled open her cupboard,and pulled out a new strapless bra and panty. Her eyes remained clamped as he undid the hooks of her bra. It came off easily,and soon she was in another one. He equally pulled down her pants,rolled it up,shoved it in her cupboard,and dressed her in a thong.

Her voice cracks, which only makes Anthony laugh again. “Why don’t you tell that to the judge?” He passes her the phone, and she begins to stare at it with horror as her finger slides across the screen. It's only because I’m standing right next to her that I’m able to see what has her like that, and boy, is it not pretty. Apparently, Anthony took images of Elena on different days, seen with different men. And you couldn’t even mistake these men for strangers or friends or family. They were in intimate positions.

Mathilda explained. "No! She is lying. I didn't kill her and what proof she has." Athena was confident that without any proof police won't touch her. "I have all the proofs of your illegal supplying of drugs and killing innocent children." Celestine nodded her head to Brad and he plugged the USB into the big projector. It was a short video clip where she choked a 10 years boy to death and threw his body to the wolf. The big screen flashed with photographs of Athena taking money for drugs and dagger in her hand.