Bianca Prince Nude Novels & Stories

The door to the VIP room was soon opened, and Bianca walked out of it. She wore a long aqua dress, embroidered with diamonds all over. Not only was the dress shiny, but it also outlined her graceful figure perfectly. Her hair, which looked as dark as seaweed, was curled and fell over her shoulders. She seemed like a beauty from the nineties, looking pretty and seductive. Theo's eyes flashed with a burning sensation. He had long since been aware of her beauty. Unlike many other women these days, she had not gone through plastic surgery to have such beauty.

My cock was like iron against my zipper, straining with the voyeuristic heat that had sustained our marriage for years. I pushed the bedroom doors open. The lights were dimmed to a soft, amber hue. Bianca was waiting for me. She was sprawled across the center of our silk-covered bed, her legs slightly parted, her skin shimmering with a fine sheen of sweat and the remnants of Killian's touch. She was completely naked, a monument to the breeding we had orchestrated. But it was her tits that made me stop in my tracks. They were heavy, swollen with the milk that Leo had triggered, the pale blue veins tracing a map across the ivory skin. As she moved, a few drops of white liquid escaped the dark,

After changing, I was scrolling through my phone. Bianca had posted a new story. The photo was blurry, taken from a strange angle. A man’s muscular back. A woman’s slender arm wrapped around him. Both naked. I tapped the screen to play the video. And then I heard it. A man’s voice, thick with lust. A voice I knew better than my own. “Bianca… God, you’re so fucking beautiful…” It was Nico. My hands started to shake. I stared at the background of the photo.

“Today is the day. When I’m in the palace, I am going to make my move on Prince Kaine. He’s the only mate that makes sense for me, no one else can match my status.” She turns back motioning for me to unzip her. “Besides,” she continues stretching her arms out to impersonate Prince Kaine’s large frame. “How could I resist? Have you seen him?” My mind drifts back to the previous evening and I speak before I can stop myself. “He does have an amazing body.” Bianca stares for a second before scoffing. “As if it matters what you think of him. You’re not worthy to breathe the same air as Prince Kaine, there is no way he’d ever want someone like you.”

At least it wasn't a head. I carried it to the table, hands stiff. I could barely even sit as I tore the opening. The paper felt too light in my grip. I turned it over once, then again, thumb tracing the broken seal. The first thing I saw was glossy paper. A photograph—no, multiple. And they were all images of Bianca. Naked. In a bathtub. Her eyes barely open, dazed, unfocused. A stranger's hand blurred in the corner of the frame. On her bare chest and face were traces of... slime?

“No, Sir. That’s why everyone is panicking right now.” Adan fell silent for a few seconds before saying. “I’ll be the model.” The man’s eyes widened in shock at Adan’s words. The boss wanted to be his own model? “What? Sir… you-” “Do you want me to repeat myself?” Adan questioned. “Get everything ready.” “Y-Yes, sir!” Meanwhile, Bianca was at the beach, wearing a pink one-piece swimsuit with cut-outs on her sides and part of her stomach. Her blonde hair was let down in curls for a stunning effect on the front page of the magazine.

Because it was as obvious as the light of day, that she was also looking for a way to have the Irishman back in their lives. Now, St Just looked at her, a long, hard look. Sitting cross-legged on the bed, a heavy book on her lap and wearing her glasses, Bianca looked more appealing than any woman in a two-piece, he thought with a shock. Her hair unbound, dressed in a thin white shirt and nothing else under it, she looked like a student as she rose to her knees and crawled to him provocatively. He felt his manhood harden and knew he wanted nothing more than to sink himself into her warm, wet depths.

It was still considered the truth, and I was just waiting for the time bomb to explode, revealing my true identity. "Hello, peeps." Bianca's excited voice distracted us. Her appearance is becoming more and more revealing. She is wearing a tiger-print bikini with a wide white skirt, which faintly reveals her red panties. I glared, shaking my head. "No, no, no. You can't wear that." She shook her golden hair that we had dyed two days ago, waltzing away towards the stage while flicking her tongue at us. Maya shook her head roughly beside me. "I should have burned those clothes."

Meanwhile, inside a comfortably decorated room on the fourth floor of the White Palace were Bianca and Quinn. They were half-naked on a huge water bed as they played around with each other. “Tsk, tsk, Quinn. It has only been a few days and your skin is looking better than before. Tell me, what products have you been using… “Also, why do I get the feeling that your boobs look bigger…” “Stop it! Mine aren’t as big as yours.”

After the maid walked out of the room, Bianca heaved a sigh and picked up her bag again. She was dressed in a pair of black joggers and a T-shirt and her hair was left to fall in ringlets beside her and with one last look at her room, she made her way out of the room. Nathan Hernandez was seated on one of her sofas when she came downstairs and the moment he saw her, his mouth opened slightly. Even her simple dressing made her look stunning and appealing, Bianca Baxter was the perfect example of beauty with brains. “Good morning” he greeted her.