Bared To You Audiobook Novels & Stories

He didn't have eyes; he had two glowing, violet "Barcodes." "The Collector is a 'High Roller' with no taste," the Barcode-Man said, his voice sounding like a thousand glass bells. "If you want to truly 'Heresy' the system, you need the 'Merchant of Shards'."

I didn't want to be a complete ditz. “Yeah,” I answered. The pain was fading, but it still hurt. “I just stepped on something sharp.” Aiden dropped to his knees a took my foot in his hand. His gentle fingers probed my flesh and I had to put my hand on his shoulder for balance because he was making my world spin with want. “You're barefoot again,” he chastised gently. “It doesn't look like you broke the skin, though. You have something against shoes?” “You're just as barefoot as I am,” I informed him. “Besides, who goes swimming with shoes?”

is all I hear before the moaning drowns out everything. Bear- What a Woman!

“No problem, Mr. Larsen. Coming right up.” With a quick salute, the bartender left them. “So,” the man said and turned to her, “you have a distaste for married men?” She sipped her drink, savoring the tangy cold slipping down her throat. “Let’s just say they don’t fit with my plans.” “Good. I don’t care for the bums, either.” He held his hand out to her. “Unmarried Matthew Larsen… at your service. I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself earlier. Deborah is a bit of a handful, I’m afraid. I hoped I’d find you here, though.”

It meant that I could communicate without any barriers or misunderstandings, and that was a very beautiful feeling. It was then that I revealed my name and that I was mute, unable to speak. Aiden's eyes widened in surprise, but he did not skip a beat. He simply replied back, “Oh wow. Who would have thought?” He smiled assuredly at me when he saw my confused expression. He went further to answer my unasked question. “I have heard of the mute lady who is also a stealer. But I had never heard of her stunning looks either. I never imagined you would be this beautiful.” He said.

Aria’s POV Only then do I let myself breathe. And the breath breaks me. I stumble back against the desk, fingers gripping the edge until my knuckles ache. My lungs drag in air that tastes too sharp, like glass cutting my throat. I kept my face steady for her. I held the line. But now, in the echoing silence, her words tear through me like shrapnel. “Barren.” “Wasted his years.” “Perfect alibi.” I press my palm to my mouth to keep the sob from spilling out, but it still comes, a muffled, ragged sound I haven’t made in years. My knees weaken, and I slide into the leather chair behind my desk, spine curling despite myself.

naked. I didn’t even think. I went. I didn’t wear panties. I didn’t bring excuses. I just walked through the mansion barefoot with my heart in my throat and my pussy already clenching like it knew what was waiting at the end of the hallway. He was sitting in a leather armchair with a glass of bourbon and no fucking shame. The fireplace was lit. His feet were bare. His cock was already out and hard in his hand. “Stand in front of the fire,” he said without looking at me. “Let me see what my son almost married.”

His second pupils were expanding; Barrett was awakening from whatever slumber Evander put him under. I reached to the front of my bra and undid the front clasp, letting my size D cup breasts slightly pop out of the cups holding them. I didn’t shed my bra immediately, I let it lay across my large, brown, areolas. I watched Evander’s stoic face start to crack as my open front bra slid across my breasts exposing a little more of me. “Fuck.” Evander growled quietly, under his breath. He reached up to touch me, as I stood there in front of him, naked, except for my slowly falling open bra. Our legs the only thing touching each other, mine naked, his still clad in his pants.

The Intruder Upon Your Return - Episode 30 The voice was masculine yet unfamiliar. Inhaling sharply, panic spread in tingles down her back. She rose on her elbows, aware just how vulnerable she was in only her nightgown. “Who are you? Reveal yourself or I will scream for help.” “Relax, Mademoiselle. It is I, Nicholas Bordeaux.” He stepped forward into the moonlight which spilled through the window. Fara recognized him as the man she'd seen in the club. A new kind of heat built inside her; a refreshing rage. Her fiancé? The man who had nearly killed Grant and was somehow still tied to her in writing had truly crossed the line this time.

The silence that accompanied her words was deafening, I could feel every pair of eyes present in the room boring a hole deep into my skin, and I could sense the judgment in their stares. My vision slowly blurred with unshed tears, but I refused to let them fall, again, I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of allowing her to see me break. At this point, I wanted the same voice that had earlier challenged her about me being barren to do it again, but I knew that was nearly impossible as no one would like their head caught off. “I think we can all agree,” Audrey said, turning back to the pack, “That a barren woman has no place leading the pack.”