Bella Lust Novels & Stories

Before he could form any sort of response, Bella placed her stiletto clad foot on his chest and pushed. Shadow laughed as he fell onto the bed, but it quickly turned to lust-filled groans as Bella locked the door. Her captivating lilac eyes shone with mischief as she crawled along the bed, moving her body seductively over his own, and Shadow was immediately taken back to the dreams he used to have of his flame-haired beauty fucking him senseless. The reality was so much better. Bella could wear a paper bag, and he would still find her intellect, selflessness, and beauty irresistible.

“You asked for this. Now be a good girl and take it.” Another hard thrust. Another choked moan. I bit my lip hard, shame burning in my cheeks even as my pussy throbbed. I shouldn’t be listening. I shouldn’t be standing here getting wetter with every sound. But I couldn’t move. I stood there trembling, listening as Lord Blackwood fucked the woman with relentless intensity. Her cries grew louder, more desperate, until they peaked in a broken, high scream of pleasure. Only when the sounds finally quieted — replaced by heavy breathing and the soft rustle of movement — did I slip away like the invisible girl I was supposed to be.

The midday sun streamed through the study window, bathing the room in a warm, golden glow as Nickey stepped inside, his gaze immediately drawn to Trina. She stood bent over a large wooden desk, her emerald green dress hugging her curves, the fabric stretched taut as she shuffled through a stack of papers. A soft, almost involuntary moan slipped from her lips, a sound that stirred the air between them. Nickey felt a twinge of both revenge and longing rise within him. This was his plan—to use her allure against Michael, the cousin who had shattered his life.

Chapter Twenty Bella hesitated as she had never been a model and had never thought about it, but now she found herself unexpectedly faced with such a request, leaving her bewildered. Lisa remained silent, eager to hear Bella's response, while Max couldn't stay calm. He thought about the piece of land Levi had mentioned, urging Bella. "It's just becoming a model, not a difficult job. Quickly agree," Max pushed Bella's hand gently and said. After a moment of hesitation, Bella finally spoke, "But I'm currently working at the company..." Bella didn't want to reject Lisa's offer either, as Lisa was a quite famous designer. Being offered an exclusive modeling contract by a renowned designer brough

He looked like power in motion on his perfectly tailored midnight suit, gold watch catching the light, that effortless smile that made people lean in without even realizing it. Beside him was that strikingly beautiful lady, Bella. “Bryan,” he greeted warmly, shaking my hand with that easy confidence of his. “I want you to meet someone. This is Bella Calamida, CEO of Big Bella. Her fashion line is about to take the West Coast by storm.” She extended her hand, and for a moment, the noise of the gala seemed to fade. Her grip was firm, her nails a perfect shade of crimson, her perfume a mix of vanilla and danger.

"No need to be shy, Miss. You should enjoy all the services and the best facilities Mr. and Mrs. Cullen provide you." Bella smiled wryly. She didn't know if she should be grateful or ashamed of the achievements she felt at the moment. "I'm sure you must think that I'm a money-hungry woman. Willing to rent out her womb to wealthy people for a lot of money." Lilia chuckled. After finishing the massage, she helped pull the blanket to cover Bella's entire body. "You're exaggerating. I never thought that way. Besides, I'm sure you have your reasons for doing all this. And most importantly, I have no right to judge your decision."

“You?” Bella stepped forward, voice calm. “You didn’t burn with the building. I came to finish the job.” Clarisse reached for something under the desk. But Bella was faster. She pulled the lipstick knife from her purse, holding it steady. “Try it.” Clarisse’s eyes narrowed. “You think you’ll make it out of here alive?” Bella smiled. “I didn’t come here to live. I came here to end you.” Clarisse froze. Her hand hovered beneath the desk. Her painted nails tapped once on the wood. “You were always a stubborn girl,” she said slowly, voice like poison wrapped in silk. “I should have broken you harder.”

Then I heard it—the soft click of our adjoining bathroom door opening. My eyes flew open. Bella stood there in nothing but a tiny black crop top and matching thong, phone still in her hand, screen dark now. She’d ended the call. Her big brown eyes dragged slowly down my body—spread legs, fingers buried knuckle-deep in my soaked cunt, dildo lying beside me like a promise. A slow, filthy smile curved her plump lips. “Mmm. hungry, April. I think I can help with that pussy,” she said, voice low and dripping with lust.

“Sexually, of course.” Her mouth parted slightly, like she didn’t quite know what to say. But the shift in her eyes gave her away, she liked the idea of it. I watched as she adjusted subtly, her thighs pressing together as if trying to steady herself. “No way.” She shook her head. “Yes way.” “You are insane.” “You like me insane.” Her lips curved into a little smile, there was now tension in the room. She grabbed the phone quickly, her fingers moving fast. At the top was the title I had typed earlier: ‘Ten Fantasies To Explore’ with empty lines underneath.

“Alastair, you promised a good fuck!” Letting my hair to cover the mark on my neck, I turned around and met the blonde woman who wore a gorgeous office suit. I recognized her. She was Princess Lara Gilbert, Alastair’s rumored girlfriend. I had seen her on a magazine cover before. Her beauty surpassed that of the mere models. So beautiful, so elegant. Her body had more curves than race tracks. Indeed, she proved to be a most suitable partner for Alastair. And what was she saying? He promised her a good fuck. She had arrived with the sole purpose of enjoying a delightful time in his company. She must be so close to him, close enough to enter his room without even knocking.