Ashton Thorn Nude Novels & Stories

I grew up alongside the three most powerful young CEOs in Ashford. They once said that anyone who made me shed a single tear would never work in Ashford again. But today, because of a broke college student, they shoved me into an icy lake in fourteen-degree weather. "Vivienne, you're so dramatic. A little cold water won't kill you." Harrison stood on the shore, his expression ice-cold. "But Chloe can't handle being hurt." I shivered uncontrollably as I watched them gather that girl into their arms. The same men who used to panic if I so much as frowned now looked at me with nothing but disgust. I climbed onto the bank. I didn't cry or make a scene. I simply pulled out my phone and dialed the

Especially when the ‘glam girls’ are in the mood to taunt me as usual. While it doesn't really bother me because I know I'm gorgeous and do not need anyone to tell me that or otherwise, it is exhausting to stand about and listen to five nitwits whose brains are filled with nothing but the hottest guys in town and high fashion in Vogue spout insults and play tricks on me.

"Mr. Thorne said no anesthesia. Make it fast." "Yes, sir." They moved in. Jordyn thrashed, screaming for Nolan. The door opened again. He walked in, towel around his neck, fresh from a shower. Shampoo clung to his skin—but her eyes locked on the angry red patches across his chest. Scrubbed raw. Like he was trying to wipe her off him. Jordyn blinked, stunned. No time to process. Her eyes shot to him, desperate. "Nolan, what are you doing?! Untie me—get them out of here!"

My core throbs, eager for him to be inside of me. I pull his shirt above his head and his hands lower to my waist to take off my underwear. Once he pulls it off, I sit up and help him push his pants and boxers. Ashton steps out of the bed to pull them and takes them off completely. He pauses midway back to me and stares at my body. His smile tugs around the corner of his lips and he says "Oh lord! You are beautiful." His eyes rank every inch of my body as mine did to his. He walks back to me and moves his hand to my ankle and lightly brushes his fingertips on my ankles. His fingers travel all the way to my stomach, making me burn with pleasure.

"That's me." "Oh, good." He unlocks the door with his free hand, and we walk right in. Once he puts me on the mattress, I undo the zipper on the side of my pants and almost entirely undress myself. I throw it away somewhere with my bra on the bedroom floor. My eyes fall on Mr Thorne as he's staring intently at my body, and his eyes linger on my curves. "Your body is the best thing I've seen today, and if I'm being honest, I have been looking forward to looking at you naked for a long time." His fingers line the wetness between my legs over the fabric of my underpants. "Your curves and skin are luscious, and I wonder how I've been adamant enough to keep my hands to myself all this time." His

AURELIA'S P.O.V "I'm surprised you came." I let out a gasp, startled by Thorne's presence, as I turned around in the direction of his voice to see him already approaching me. "Although I'm glad you did come." He looked casual in his trey cotton tracks and a white tee-shirt. His hair sleeked backwards, and his jaw clean-shaven. The scent of his cologne filled the air, wafting through my nose as I inhaled his welcoming scent. He looked nice. Over time, we had decided that meeting up at the hotel was rather risky, with more probability of being seen by the public eye; hence, we had decided to meet at a cabin owned by Thorne, which was located in a secluded area, a good distance away from civili

I look at him as he comes closer to me. I have nowhere to go when he traps me between the door and his huge form. "Sometimes instead of beautiful rose, you become a thorn at my side. But I rather feel the pain of it because it is another side of your love too." Rudra says. Before I could reply he smashes his lips with mine and I lost myself in passion then loose consciousness all together. Earlier Then That….. "So how was it?" Bhuri chachi says as we go out.

99. When the doors finally slid open, there was no reception desk. There were no assistants or buzzing phones. There was only a vast, open-plan sanctuary of white marble and floor-to-ceiling glass that offered a 360-degree view of the shivering city beloww. And there, standing with his back to her, looking out over the grey sprawl of the Sound, was Silas Thorne. He was exactly as the tabloids described him, yet the grainy paparazzi photos failed to capture the sheer, predatory energy he radiated even in silence. He was broad-shouldered, filling out a midnight-blue suit that looked as though it had been molded to his frame.

“I told you, Tatiana. No children.” “But it’s a blessing,” I rasped, my voice hoarse with emotions. “No, it’s a curse,” he bellowed. “A poisonous thorn.” His face twisted. I didn’t recognize him. His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing. Harder and harsher. My lungs seized.

I'm putting on a short skirt that's above mid-thigh, and it pulls up because his hands kept running there. A low groan emanates from him mid-kiss after his hand comes in contact with my bare ass. I push him to sit on the bed while I slowly begin to take off my crop top. Shivers of satisfaction and pleasure immediately course through me when his eyes go a few shades darker as my breasts bounce free when I take off my shit. Then slowly, I take off my skirt and my red thong comes into view. “Fuck…” Thorne breathes out as his eyes scan every inch of me as though he has never seen such a body before and as though he is memorizing every inch of my body.