Novel & Cerita Brittney Sahin Books

Everything which happens, I was handling it in my way. But one day I went to school like a normal day to attend same boring lectures as always. But I'm not interested in them. Why should I study and plan for a better future when no body cares. Besides my parents got a lot of money. But for their so called reputation I've to come to school. I came and saw that same teacher what's her name? 'Mrs. Stitch or Mrs. Smith' whatever! So she was teaching her boring lecture in her annoying voice like always. Can't she teach while being mute, there is no need to open that mouth of hers.

'So, where else would I, Tavisha Khushanov, spoiled, pampered daughter of the billionaire Bratva Pakhan, a true Bratva Principessa, be? My best friend, Svetlana, joked as she ordered another jug of our favourite cocktail and we headed for our table in the VIP area. Nadia and Annika, our other friends, were already sitting there, surrounded by a gaggle of filthy rich CEO's [Daddies ' companies, of course.]

Ethan hisses, spanking me harder, but they don’t stop, their cocks slamming in sync—Ethan in my pussy, Caleb in my mouth—the table rocking under our weight. Ethan’s hand slides to my clit, rubbing fast, rough, his nails grazing, and I’m trembling, the pleasure-pain building. Caleb leans down, biting my shoulder, teeth sinking in, and I whimper, my throat tightening around his cock. Clara’s shadow moves past the window—she’s too close, murmuring about thorns—and I’m shaking, the risk pushing me closer to the edge. Ethan’s thrusts grow erratic, his cock swelling, and he grabs a leather-bound book from the table, pressing its spine against my ass, teasing my hole with its edge before tossing it

“Ah-ah. Not all of it right away. I want you to know what you’re going to get into first. You have to watch a video.” I bit my lower lip. I had been through the dark web, had gone into private forums and closed threads. There was one standard video that initiates invited by the Saints watched, according to forums. Yes, there were pockets in the net that actually made the Secret Sins Club a topic. “I think I know which one. Trina Cheng’s?” “Yes.” His brows furrowed slightly. “You think you can survive what she’d survived? I mean... you know what I mean.”

That is absolutely not the same thing, but before I can question it further, Mae stops outside one of the rooms and opens the door for me. Brittany is seated near the window inside. She’s leaning back in an armchair with a blanket over her legs and a book open in one hand. The shoulder that was shot is wrapped carefully beneath a cream coloured blouse, though you’d barely notice unless you were looking for it. She glances up when I walk in. “Dr. Cecilia.” “Mrs. Martinez.” Mae closes the door behind me quietly. Brittany marks her page with one finger before setting the book aside. “Mae, leave us for a moment.”

Would it go deep and make me moan loud? Jesus. I need to control myself. My panties are already getting wet from these dirty thoughts I closed my eyes tight and tried to breathe slowly through my nose. In… out… in… out. I told myself to focus on the lecture and not be a horny mess in this large crowd I felt calmer after taking in a couple of deep breaths but When I opened my eyes again, Professor Hungs was looking straight at me. His dark eyes locked on my face My breath stopped in my throat and my heart started beating very fast

Hi there, everyone. This is Shreya Sengupta, the author of this book, Healing Mr. Brown. Firstly, I would like to thank you all for reading and investing so much time in this book. Honestly, I know this is not the best work out there and this is definitely not my best work.

One I see as being a waste of money. Okay, I can do this, of course, I can. Walking home I get in and change out of my wet clothes straight away. I hang up his umbrella, I will return it tomorrow. I walk in and sit down. Grabbing the envelope, I look at it. I should read them, so I know what I will be doing as his personal assistant. There could be things in there he will ask me about to check I read it, so that is all I will do tonight. My hands pull out the papers, ignoring the cover I flip to the second page, my eyes widening at the words “The Brat consents”. I quickly turn back to the first page, my eyes catching the words.