Novel & Cerita Ashleigh Merchant Nude

"Sarah is fine. For now. But I need money, and I need it today." "How much?" "250 thousand dollars. Cash." "Why should I give you anything?" Marcus looked at Sarah, who was starting to stir on the bed. "Because I know who you really are, Elena Ashford. I know about your children. I know about your past. And I know there are people who would pay a lot of money for that information." "You're blackmailing me." "I'm offering you a business deal. 250 thousand for your assistant's safe return and my silence about your identity."

Galith signaled his men. Regardless of her struggle and please, they held her arms and legs, spreading them wide. "Please, leave me. I will give you more money than them but don't touch me." Celestine was petrified of what was on her way. She had escaped from one hell because of Damien but this time, she was unsure if he would be able to make it or she might lose her dignity. Celestine was brought out of her thoughts, when a gust of cold wind hit her warm body. Her eyes fell on her chest and tears dripped down from her big crystal eyes. Galith had torn up her shirt, revealing a white lacy bra.

she added mischievously. Asher looked confused. She stood up and walked towards the water. She pulled her dress slowly over her shoulders, exposing the pale skin of her back. Sliding her arms out of it, she then pulled the dress over the curves of her hips, pushing it down until it silently dropped to her feet. She stepped out of it and bent to pick it up to place it neatly on a rock, allowing him a provocative view of her round and shapely behind. She then unclipped her bra and let it fall on the rock, unpinning her chignon. She let her blonde curls fall down her back, fluffing it gently with her fingers.

I say, putting the bag on the lounge and the laptop, keys and phone. “Thanks, I’ll take her shopping on the weekend or something,” Blackwood grumbles, concentrating on the cooking rather than our conversation. “Ollie?” I hear her voice close to me as I turn around. Ashleigh’s standing halfway down the stairs in a pair of tracksuits and an oversized teeshirt. I pull a face cause I don’t want to fucking know what these two have been doing here. I get she might not have any clothes, but jeez.

Alpha Asher couldn't take it in any longer so he slowly made quick strides and reached where she was and engulfed her in a back hug. "I want to feel your naked body with mine but I want it raw, Undress me." He whispered with a husky voice.

*** Writer’s POV: Aisha was busy cleaning the Prince’s room, unaware he was still in the bathroom. She was fixing his sheets when he stepped out of the bathroom. She froze, surprised and immediately uncomfortable. Luckily, Asahd had on a pair of trousers. Even till then, she reddened on seeing his nude chest and upper body. Normal, he was sculptured and smooth. Staring at his golden and perfectly tanned skin made you want to run your fingers over it.

And facing the bed, was a gigantic monochromatic painting…of him. Naked. Thankfully, in the painting he was laying on his stomach, the mosaic of tattoos on full display, though hiding what needed to be hidden. Still, I don’t think I would want to wake up in the morning and that be the first thing I look at. “Fredrico Givanchy…” Asher murmured. I turned around and raised my brow. “A very famous photographer. I have modeled a few times. When I didn’t have to deal with the Alpha nonsense and was free as a bird.”

I moaned softly as their fingers traced the lace. "Your turn," I said breathlessly, my submissive side kicking in as I reached for their shirts. I helped peel them off, then their pants, until we were all in underwear. Asher grabbed his camera. "We need a picture of this," he said, positioning us. I stood between them, their hands boldly on my breasts and pussy through the lace, mine slipping inside their shorts to grip their hardening cocks. We smiled wide for the camera, the flash capturing the moment. "Look at you," Asher murmured as he checked the shot. "So fucking hot like this."

Obviously, it was too small for the both of them to fit comfortably. Her breath caught when she saw Ash appear in the doorway, shirtless. His hair was still damp from the shower he'd taken, water droplets clung to his bare body. Jo stared at his chest and hoped she wasn't drooling. Even if she was, nobody could blame her. Although she'd called Ash's body scrawny earlier, it was anything but. His chest and pecs were clearly delineated and his pants hung low on his hips, missing the indecent mark by just a hair.

Nathan shouted back. Bush and Lyla were naked and entwined on the sofa in a private room in the Merah Club. Bush had bronzed skin and the fresh scratches on his back added to his masculinity. Under his body lay Lyla. She had been ravaged, and her senses remained disconnected. She had scratched at Bush’s back as he’d forced himself on her and bit into his shoulder multiple times, but none of it had helped. There was a knock at the door, and Bush shouted irritably, “Come in.”