Billie Eilish Nsfw Novels & Stories

Dedicated To; °To Whoever Reading This° ♣️♟️♠️ *You Can Fight Love But you Will lose* Bille Elish ~ Bad Guy🙃 The flaring heat of this tiny room. The continuous dropping of water droplets from the aged old kitchen sink. The uncomfortable stench of blood, sweat, and cocaine makes my body itch. My right leg which I drape over my left begins to wiggle impatiently, a tick passed on to me by my dearest father.

She puffed a breath as she stood properly. I laughed harder. She got tired of her doings as she was catching her breath. "You're always too excited on this island," I said. "Of course, Snow! This is Ecstasy Land! My safe space." Her eyes glittered. "Our safe space. Here we're free to do whatever we want, to act however we want. Remember, its vision is to make us feel like we're on a cloud nine of pleasure. How are you supposed to do that if you're---" She grabbed my hand as she looked at the wedding ring on my finger?

Unexpected anxiety laced Elena's voice. “I don’t know.” Tess replied. “How can you not know? The man is besotted." Elena said. Tess sighed. She was absolutely certain Dash had never said a single word about loving her, or being besotted even. Elena settled on the lounger next to Tess. “You love him.” She said. “I’m not saying anything on the grounds it could incriminate me. It's in the Constitution, you know. Even nosy little sisters can’t bypass fundamental rights.” Tess said playfully.

He lived like a common man in the city, and no one knew he was a secret billionaire. Evander needed someone new. Now that Delaney was pregnant and Ari was gone, he was looking for another plaything. “Oh, Mr. Evander, stop, please. It hurts.” “Yeah, I know, but you like it, right? And you want the promotion, right?” “Yeah,” she moaned. “Then close your mouth and take it.” He went deeper, causing her to moan. He had turned his office into a p**n studio. He never cared if anyone was watching, and he always visited the camera room to delete the footage once he was done with his staff.

Which builds sexual tensions between us, he asks me to send him sexy videos of myself, and I spam him with my regular videos. He tries hard to explain that it wasn’t the kind of sexy he meant, trying to tell me to make my videos more revealing without actually mentioning he wants me naked or he wants a nude video of myself. I act dumb whenever he mentions that, saying “I want to see more, beneath that” I just change the topic of our discussion, asking him about his day and what he was doing at the moment. It pisses him when I do that, I kept up with that, since I never felt safe doing that with someone I barely know.

“I was Ethan for three months. He wanted to keep it a secret. He said he wanted to wait until I turned twenty. He was the Alpha’s son, I was flattered. On my birthday, I… we had sex, and right after his friend stepped out of the woods with a phone.” Silence stretched between us. I watched Elias’ face, trying to get a good glimpse of where his mind was at, but he was devoid of all emotion. Even the anger was gone from his face, it was like watching a marble statue and that terrified me. “Elias-” “He filmed it, didn’t he?” Elias deduced and I nodded. “Say something.” He stood to his feet. “I’ll be back.”

“Did you say, Jackson?” “Ermm…yes I did. Why?” Eleanor paused, awaiting Isla’s next words. “Can you describe what he looks like?” Isla pleaded. Eleanor shook her head as though Isla could see her, “I can't describe the sick bastard. It would bring back the memories of them together. I can send you the video a friend of mine sent to me. Hold on.” Eleanor pulled the phone away from her ears to her eye level. She scrolled through her photo gallery till her fingers landed on the pornographic video, she clicked share and sent it to Isla right away. “Sent.”

"You b*tch!" After listening to the whole conversation, Jae's face darkened. Murderous aura began to emitt on his whole body. When Director Poxter had barely reached her, the glass door of the office has been smashed into pieces. Director Poxter froze on the spot, and startled by the sudden sound. Jae stoods on the door way with a darkened expressions, and took a while. But Director Poxter finally recovered his senses from the shock, and flew into a rage. "Who let you barge in like that? Are you tired of living?!!! Security! Secu-....."

Isaac groaned. There were so many pictures of him and Ella from the night before. Dancing at the club, stumbling down the beach, boarding the yacht. In one particularly damning shot, someone was pouring vodka in his mouth while three women in skimpy bikinis hung off of him. “Fuck,” he muttered. This was bad. Really bad. He hadn’t actually done anything sexual, but the narrative seemed to be that Isaac had gone on an orgy bender with his alleged flame, Ella.

Silas smoked a thin cigar. Eloise’s body hummed with a deep, residual ache. The shame was there, but it was distant, overshadowed by a profound, unsettling sense of… peace. Of purpose fulfilled. The secret wasn't just the sex; it was the absolute surrender, the freedom from choice, from pretense. “You’ll return next week,” Silas stated, not asking. “Same time. Giselle will help you… prepare.” Giselle nodded, running a hand through Eloise’s damp hair. “We’ll find your tastes, your limits. There’s so much more to explore.”