Author 50 Shades Novels & Stories

But now, with Liam’s flash drive burning a hole in my palm, I finally understood. With a reluctant sigh, I slotted the flash drive into the port. The screen blinked once, twice, then a file popped open automatically. No choice. No options. Just one direction…straight into whatever Liam wanted me to see. The screen loaded, and my stomach twisted. A movie. The bold letters appeared across the screen: Fifty Shades of Grey. My mouth went dry. What the hell? Is this some kind of joke?

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

It slows right in front of me, and for a second, I think it’s going to stop. Maybe hitchhiking is a better idea than waiting for a cab. I step toward the street—and then it accelerates. The tire sinks into a puddle, and a mix of water and mud explodes straight at me, ruining my immaculate skirt. “Damn idiot! Are you blind or what?” I shout, furious, trying to see the jerk hiding behind the tinted window. The window rolls down slowly. Shamelessly. A long arm appears first. The sleeve of a black suit fits it perfectly, revealing a small but impossible-to-ignore tattoo on his wrist: a Roman numeral five.

She screamed in pain, sobbing pitifully as she fell into Xavier's arms. Xavier immediately knelt down on one knee and removed her high heels carefully. Not wanting her feet to touch the ground, he took off his designer suit that was worth thousands and laid it down for her to stand on.

Olivia I reached between us and fumbled with his zipper. He lifted his hips, helped me free him. His dick was hot, heavy and already leaking. No condom or discussion. I didn’t care. I shoved my panties to the side the wet fabric sticking to my folds and sank down. We both moaned loudly and shameless. He filled me in one long, slow slide, stretching me open and hitting every nerve. I froze when my ass met his thighs, I was full of him, aching, it’s perfect.

And the bride isn't me. ... I stood outside Orion’s penthouse, my hand shaking. I clutched the papers that would end it all. The contract that would sever our five-year entanglement. The moment the door opened, my breath hitched. He wore only a white silk shirt, the top buttons undone. It revealed his bronzed chest and the vicious scar that ran from his collarbone to his heart. Black suit pants clung to his powerful legs. His face was still as perfect as a Roman statue. The high-bridged nose, the cruel line of his lips, and those gray eyes that saw right through you.

The rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, blurring the city lights of Manhattan. I stood in the center of the room, my hands trembling as I held the stolen flash drive. “I know you’re there,” I whispered into the shadows. A low, dark chuckle came from the corner of the room. Julian Vane stepped into the light. He was dressed in a black suit, his tie loosened, and his eyes cold and predatory. He didn’t look like a CEO; he looked like a shark that had finally caught its prey.

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Her body shaking and falling forward as she orgasms, his hips moving faster. "I want that floor wet Kitty, I want to see just how much you love when I do this." Anaya tries screaming as she orgasms, his hand holding her head against him as she struggles to breathe. His hips starting to move again. The vibrations from her moans, sending him closer to the edge. Anaya's body growing more tired as she keeps having orgasms. The orgasms slowly turning painful as Marcus's hips speed up, his hand holding her head against him as he cums.

The satin was smooth, the boning in the bodice forcing me upright as I tightened the lacing. "Please tell me that you have your shoes on." I could hear the begging in my voice as I slipped my feet into the two inch heels that I had been provided with. I buckled the straps, and looked at the triplets. "And please tell me that you haven't heard Sir Roland." They grinned. "Not interested in being taller than your husband, Rita? I ignored their words, grateful that they had flashed me a glimpse of their heels.