Bellatrix Lestrange Nude Novels & Stories

"If you need anything…" "I won't." She left him there in the dark and climbed the stairs with heavy feet. Sleep wouldn't come back easily, she knew that. It never did after his nightmares. The bathroom light was on upstairs. Bella headed for it on autopilot, planning to splash cold water on her face, maybe take something to help her sleep. She pushed open the door without thinking. Steam billowed out. And Liam stepped out of the shower. Naked. "Shit!" They both yelled simultaneously.

It felt like hours, though it was only a few minutes before the bathroom door opened. And then Alex stepped out. I froze, eyes almost popping out of their sockets, stunned. The tent in my pants stirred just from the sight of the goddess in front of me. She wore a black lace corset clinging to her like a second skin, with a matching garter belt and panties with a bold cutout that left her bare and exposed in a way that nearly broke me. Alex shifted awkwardly, blushing deeper as she caught me openly ogling, practically drooling over her.

"Get Isabella to the basement." I caught his wrist. "No." He looked at me. His gray-green eyes mirrored my resolve. "This time, I'm not hiding," I said firmly. The front doors blew inward. Smoke and the metallic scent of blood flooded the air. Lorenzo stood in the doorway, his black coat splattered red. He looked unhinged. The tenderness I once knew had vanished. Red veined his eyes. When he saw me behind Dante, he smiled. "Isabella, my good girl," he said softly. "The ballet isn't over. Why did you leave the stage?"

He shrugs. "She didn't seem that way to me though." Francis continues. I drop the glass back on the nightstand. "Lets forget about that... how about I give you a a nice massage with my mouth." I smirk and straddle him again. He winks back in reply. I smile, wrap my fingers around his length and take it into my mouth, Lesley slipped out of her clothes and wrapped a towel around herself. She showered and joined Gary in the room, wearing his shirt and his boxers. She leans against the glass walls. looking down at the city below.

she muttered, backing away. “Bring me some water right now! I’m parched,” I insisted, fully aware she was hesitating. My intense gaze left her no choice but to comply. Wordlessly, she headed to the water dispenser. “Come on, Alexander, do something,” my mind urged. “I don’t want that water; go get me some from the clay pot outside the mansion,” I ordered, watching her retreat without a hint of defiance—something that was quite out of character for her.

He was hot as hell, and Bella knew that she wouldn't regret at all giving her to him, and so without thinking, Bella slide off her bathroom, untied the knot Infront before she had let it drop to her feet. Leon froze for a moment. Her naked body displayed Infront of him. Her firm breasts, slender waist, her curly dark hair that was still dripping with water dropped on her shoulders, almost covering her boobs. And then his eyes trailed down to her little garden that sat there, perfectly. She was so divine, beautiful, her skin smooth, inviting and soft. Leon glanced up at Bella's daring eyes. She wasn't afraid, she wanted it, no regret in her eyes. His eyes thumbed as Bella trailed her fingers

He says huskily staring at her clad in a black lingerie. "Yeah...I've been labeled that lately" She opened a closet and brought out a black leather whip and thin strip of rope before shutting it close. "Flaggelation....before sex, pretty cool huh?" She voice out as she stare at him. He didn't think twice before nodding. "Good boy" She giggled as he striped off, completely nude. "Wow....you look cute" She compliments and pulled off her lingerie, till she was left in her panties and bra. He swallowed hungrily as she walked to him. She was quite tall, so she measured up to his height.

She just blew a raspberry at me, clapping her hands and continuing to call me Dada. I sat with the kids on the floor, keeping them entertained with their own babbling while Nora finished getting ready. From the street, the first notes of trumpets drifted through the walls. Emilia hadn’t planned a mere burial, this was the send-off of a king. “Let’s go,” Nora said, applying a final layer of deep lipstick. She wore a long black dress of delicate net, accented with gold jewelry. Though she was covered from neck to ankle, she looked more beautiful than any woman I’d seen in all my years.

Baltasar was staring at me expressionless and it was making me even more uncomfortable than I already was. "Why are you staring at me like that? You're freaking me out." I said, looking away from him. "Sorry, I was just thinking...How scary this must be for you." He said, resting his head on the back of the couch with a sigh. I heard footsteps a few feet away, making me look up out of curiosity. Lisette was standing in the archway of the living room. She was wearing a strapless red negligee that was sheer with rose patterns stitched into the fabric. A red push up bra with matching boy-cut panties was very visible under the gown. What was the obsession with being half naked around here?

She cracked her neck, slow, deliberate. Last: tailored charcoal suit, crisp white shirt, no tie. Hair pulled into a severe bun, glasses with thin black frames. She held a tablet, thumb scrolling even now. Tech heiress. Cold. Clinical. Beautiful in the way a scalpel is beautiful. None of them were Celeste Valentina Morau.