Brooke Monk Nsfw Novels & Stories

At the same time, the huge projection screen in the residence suddenly lit up and started playing a disgusting video on a loop. It was footage he'd secretly filmed of their private nights together, meant to 'humiliate' Aria. On screen, Aria looked like a docile, helpless little rabbit, curled up in his arms, enduring his Alpha 'possession' and 'marking.' He tremblingly answered the call. His father's deep, authoritative voice, full of disappointment, boomed in his ear like thunder. "Connor! This video! You explain this to me right now! What the hell is the meaning of this?!"

“My eyes want to see your pretty male body sleep with several rogue men all at once right here on the dirt, and your face must make it look like your wolf is enjoying every single second of the pain! Use all your seductive looks to lure their bodies in. Once those guys have each taken their turn with your skin, my hand will let Jessa Moore walk out of the cabin door.” Brooke couldn't help but revel deeply in the nasty thought of Mars Reed being toyed with by a bunch of low rogue fighters. Her heart absolutely loathed the fact that her phone couldn't capture the graphic moment on a video file to show straight to Alpha Grant at the Walker Enterprises Tower. She wanted to check exactly how his

I pulled out my phone with my other hand, pulling up the video I’d taken earlier without her knowing. I’d angled the phone in the bag while she was swimming, catching her climbing out of the water, with her tank top clinging to her breasts,her beautiful nipples were hard and visible through the wet fabric. It wasn’t much. Just a few seconds. But it was enough. I hit play as I freed my cock, already leaking. On screen, Elara pulled herself onto the dock, water streaming off her body. The tank top was practically see-through, showing me everything. Her small waist. The curve of her hips. Those perfect fucking tits.

My mouth opened in a silent scream as I came, eyes squeezed shut. ​"One," I whispered into the empty room, mimicking Gabrielle’s count from the story as the first wave of pleasure crested. My back arched off the mattress, my fingers tangling in the silk sheets. ​The heat from the tteokbokki still lingered on my lips, but it was nothing compared to the white-hot sensation coiling tighter and tighter in my gut again. I moved the toy with frantic, desperate precision, my mind conjuring the image of Adrian’s tongue again—not on a spoon this time, but on me.