Beatrice Rosen Nude Novels & Stories

"So, he cannot save you. He couldn't even save his own stock price. And by the time he figures out you are missing, I will have the cash from Beatrice's offshore accounts, and you will be at the bottom of the river." Beatrice stepped into the light, crossing her arms over her chest. She looked down at my wet boots with a look of pure satisfaction. "You really thought you were part of their world, didn't you, Nichole?" Beatrice asked, with her voice dripping with ice. "You thought wearing a Vance coat made you important. I watched you at the café. I watched you hold that silver drive like a weapon. Look you are just nothing from the south docks. You are an infection in our circle, and I am fi

"I must say it, even if it is hard to say it. I envy you, Reese. You have everything you want and even the things you do not need, and you collected them all from me! Axel was my man, but you showed up out of nowhere and took him away from me. Tell me what reason I would have not to torture you. You have never left anything for me, as I am the younger one. You are selfish! And I will show you how a selfish person is to be treated." "Oh no. Why do you have to think that way? About the company, as the elder, I am the heiress, and for Axel, I had met him long ago, long enough for us to be engaged." Reese said, with tears rolling down uncontrollably. "That's all stories. Do you want to know some

Beatrice had told Yosef she was his first love, so what was this about a 'wifey' and a breakup? Curious, Zara clicked on the profile. It had not been updated in ages, but the old posts were still there. She scrolled and scrolled until she found those two kissing photos. She could not help but laugh. How had Yosef described Beatrice? Traditional with good upbringing. What image had Beatrice been trying to show everyone? A sweet and innocent woman who had never dated. Was that it? In the photos, Beatrice's tongue was sticking out. Zara saved the two photos and sent them to Yosef using a social media account.

"Of both you boys." The words hit deeper than I expect, cutting through me with a bittersweet ache. I swallow hard, my gaze drifting back to the baby sleeping peacefully in front of me. I make my way to our room, the door clicking shut softly. "Xavier is—" The words die on my tongue as I turn around to find Beatrice and Atticus naked in our bed. He has her on all fours. He's behind her, his cock deep in her ass. The only thing on her skin is the gigantic rock sitting on her finger, shining bright in the dim lighting.

Christopher and Selena had put Chris to bed and went to their suite. Bruce had stripped down and got between the satin white sheets in his queen size bed. He usually slept nude in the late spring and summer. He sat up in bed reading his iPad. He had bought an online subscription of The N.Y. He was going through past articles Beverly had written. She really can write. Hmm. He licked his lips as he thought of the spirited brunette. He hadn’t seen or talked to her since Saturday. Beverly really was a beautiful woman; her legs, her eyes, her mouth, her breasts. But, she was wild.

……… The next day, Rose dressed carefully for the press conference. She applied a touch of makeup to cover her bruises, though some marks were still visible. She chose a white summer dress, its delicate design giving her an air of fragility. When she descended the stairs, Beatrice was waiting, her irritation evident as Rose had made them for a long time on purpose. “Why are you wearing that? Pick a brighter color! You look better in something cheerful. And put more makeup on!” Beatrice protested as she scanned what Rose was wearing.

Warning: This chapter contains elements of non consensual sexual activities between the lead characters. Rodah's POV I woke up late again. I shifted on the mattress and realized the skimpy nude dress from last night was gone, discarded somewhere on the floor. I was completely naked under the silk sheets. My entire body felt heavy, bruised with a deep ache from the brutal, public fucking Martinez had given me at the club. I had been too exhausted to fight him when he brought me home.

The steam from the shower curled around Alpha Nathan’s powerful form as he stepped onto the cool marble of the bedroom floor, a towel slung low around his hips. His gaze, sharp and assessing, swept the room and froze. There she was. Luna Beatrice lay stretched across the dark silk of their bed, a vision of deliberate provocation. Completely naked. The moonlight filtering through the window painted her curves in silver. One arm was draped above her head, the other resting on her flat stomach. And her legs… her legs were spread wide open, an unashamed, carnal invitation.

And there's no better way for a woman to surrender than filling her with gifts,'' I say by going towards David's bedroom door. '' Hahahaha. I want to watch all this.'' David says, and I wave at him and leave the room. I go back to mine my room. And Beatrice is getting dressed. She's got a towel on her head, and I see she's naked. But I don't care and enter. She holds the towel around her body as soon as she sees me. ''I'm sorry, I forgot you were here! I'm not used to having women in my room.'' Could you clarify, please?

“You were behind it too, weren’t you? Both of you worked together to kill my grandchild!” “What the fuck are you talking about?” Rosco demands, letting out a growl of warning. “What nonsense are you spewing?” “I think you should see something,” Naomi says slowly. “And what is that?” “Proof that your precious wife isn’t as innocent as she pretends to be.” Beatrice snarls, passing her phone to Rosco. “And that she is a cold-blooded murderer.” “What bullshit?” Rosco hisses, taking the phone and watching the video on the screen. “Clearly this is fake.”