Carter Reynolds Dirty Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Because he knew this was not a matter where he could ignore it. He had to take responsibility as a Boss. WHO?????? AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY MISBEHAVING!!!!! This made Luke pissed. And stressed. And that made him want to have a cigarette. But he hasn’t had one of those since the day he had met Vera. And with that thought, he squashed that need for a cigarette away. He would stay focused on Vera. That was all that mattered. Her name is, Cindy Allen, she had been abusing her rights by taking random men up to vacant rooms and sleeping with them for money. What do you want me to do, Mr. Reynolds?

He notices me staring at him and I immediately avert my gaze back to my laptop. After a brief moment of silence I look at him and I discover that he has the roll of his shirt sleeves to his elbow revealing the sexiest pair of veins. I'm a sucker for beautiful veiny hands and Carter has the most perfect veiny hands. Oh God I want to run my tongue through them and see if those veins means that he has enough power to hold me up on the wall why he does dirty things to me with those hands.

“I love you too, Catherine.” The call ended. For a moment I just stood there, holding the phone, grounding myself in the sound of her voice. This was what I lived for. Her. Elaine Reynolds. And as long as she was here, I could face any challenge, even psycho killers. Barely two minutes after the call, my phone buzzed in my hand. I swiped it open. And froze. T: I think it’s time we have a reunion. Don’t you? I stared at the message, fingers tightening around my phone until they ached. My sadness slowly melting to rage. This fucker felt like he was the puppet master and he could just pull my strings.

Jordan Miller ~•~ "You what?" Cathy exclaimed, being the dramatic person she has always been. Alessandro should've asked her why she wasn't into acting, not me. I laughed. "Don't make me repeat it." "You legit sucked his dick?" I rolled my eyes. She'd been repeating it because she refused to believe that I could actually do it. At this point, I was sure that her roommate who was in her room would've heard it too. "I'm serious. I need to pass this course somehow, don't I?"

Every touch of Elion’s fingers made Cale’s breath hitch. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Elion kept repeating like a mantra. "Just... finish," Cale grunted. Elion got the pants on. He grabbed the grey cardigan. "Shirt?" Cale asked. "No time. Cardigan is softer." He pulled the cardigan onto Cale’s arms. "Okay. Walking time." Elion hauled Cale up. Cale screamed. His legs buckled. "Stand up!" Elion shouted, holding him up by the waist. "Stand up, Cale! You are the Reaper! You don't fall!"

“I can smell your need” A new wave of heat spreads through me as I watch the flicker in Carters eyes, his wolf Cole wanting to be let lose and take how ever he sees fit. “Cole” I whisper “Cole” I moan as another wave of feverish lustful need washes over my flushed healing skin. Carter stand in front of me now looking down on my writhing body as I feel myself purr as I rub my own hands along my side and into my mud dried hair. “Fuck” he whispers in a growl.

“Come on, Tatiana. Show me who you really are. I thought that you were stronger than this. Is this the reputation that everyone's afraid of?” Carter roared, his voice not his own anymore, but I didn’t fall. I shoved back, hard, slamming him to the ground. Mist coiled around us like vipers. I felt her inside him, cold, vile, rotting. But I had lived in worse. I pinned him down, my face inches from his. “You do not own him. And you're never going to.” Something shifted. Carter blinked. Just for a second, his eyes flashed back to his own. His eyes met mine and I nodded.

Gray takes the photo and left *11:03 AM.* First buy clears. 0.4% of Carter Holdings through Ash Holdings LLC, Delaware. Ash. Because that’s what Elias will have left. Because that’s what Rubben’s living room looks like after she left. I have feeds in there too. He didn’t sleep. He sat on the floor with her shirt in his hands and a gun on the table, staring at the wall like he could burn it down with his eyes. He didn’t. Men like him internalize fire. They don’t release it. They become it.

I dressed quickly. He glanced back, and I caught his stupid forest-green eyes. "I never. Ever. Want to see you again, Lexter Gray." He rose—tall glass of arrogance and Tattoos—gliding toward me. "Oh, no..." He clutched his chest dramatically. "Whatever will I do? I'll definitely perish if I don't see your face again, Sloane Carter." "Fuck you." "You already tried. Remember?" I didn't even realize my hand was moving until it was halfway to his face.

I heard a commotion coming from some of the office girls across the room which broke me out of my mind swirl. “Have you seen Mr. Hottie out there with the super sports car.” One of them gushed. Please don’t let this be Logan. I thought. The girls were all gushing over some guy outside. I looked over one of their shoulders and sighed. “Leah, isn’t that the guy who was at the bar last week?” One of my closest colleagues asked me a little too loudly, to drop me in it. “Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.”