Chloe Ferry Nude Novels & Stories

My knees give out, and I sink to the floor, clutching my chest as if I can physically hold the pain in place, keep it from ripping me apart. It doesn’t work. Nothing works. With trembling hands, I pick up the phone again. The photo fills the screen. Chloe. Naked. Smiling like she won something. One hand behind her head, the other strategically placed — barely — over her pubic area. Her double-Ds are completely uncovered, full and unapologetic, her nipples darker than mine, smug in a way that feels personal. Even her body looks arrogant. My lungs forget their job. I try to breathe, but the air won’t come. It’s like my chest has collapsed inward, crushed by the weight of what I’m seeing.

"Good." Chloe walked over and sat on the small velvet bench beside the display stand. She picked up the tablet lying on Tiffany's worktable. She wasn't looking for anything in particular. She simply wanted something to occupy her hands while she calmed down. "I was about five seconds away from saying something I would have regretted." Tiffany smiled. "You already said plenty." "I meant every single word." Chloe continued scrolling through the tablet until one photograph caught her attention. It showed a woman wearing a beautiful layered wedding gown. The picture had been taken from behind, with a tall man standing beside her. The composition was elegant, and the dress itself was breathtaking

The video on the phone showed security footage from an underground rogue bar. In the video, the sweet, innocent Chloe—who supposedly wouldn't even hurt a fly—was gracefully swirling a glass of wine. Sitting across from her were several vile, stinking rogues. Chloe pushed a heavy briefcase full of cash toward them, a sickening smile on her face. "Make sure you torture Freya well. Remember, no visible scars. Half a million dollars, that's your payment."

“It’s you. Thank goodness, you got me scared for a second there.” Chloe smiled, stepping closer to the rocks by the spring. “What are you doing all the way out here, if you’re so scared, Rhea?” She lowered herself down to sit on a rock, popping her boots off. “It’s dangerous for you.” “What are you also doing out here?” Rhea countered, leisurely moving her feet through the water. Chloe plunged her legs into the water as well, copying Rhea’s movements to wash the dirt off. Chloe chuckled lightly and then gave a careless shrug. “I, um, was just taking a stroll through the woods, enjoying the scenery. Then I came over to the spring to relax before going back to the pack house.”

Valerius remained beside her, one hand casually resting on the brass pole of her mount, his eyes never leaving her face. “You’re really not smiling enough,” she teased, reaching down to tug his sleeve. “Come on, just once. For me.” A pause and then, faint but undeniable, his lips curved. Chloe’s chest tightened. She had seen his hunger, his cruelty, his power. But here, under strings of carnival lights, he almost looked human. Later, at the top of the Ferris wheel, the city sprawled beneath them in glittering lights. Chloe pressed her forehead to the cool glass of the cabin window, awed. “I can’t believe I’m here. That I’m still me.”

Driven by some unknown urge, I reached out and opened the lid. There were no piles of diamonds. No hit lists. Just photos, carefully laminated. I pulled one out. My breath caught in my throat. In the photo, Chloe was in a red bikini, laughing wildly on the deck of a private yacht. Victor was hugging her waist tightly from behind, their faces pressed close together. The crazy obsession in his eyes was something I had never seen in our three years of marriage. I flipped the photo over. A date was written on the back.

I looked at his face to see his smile vanishing, his eyes were focused on something behind me, he wasn’t looking at me anymore, I wonder what’s got his attention suddenly? I turned to see Chloe wearing a red bikini, she was walking towards us, I forgot everything I was doing, looking at Harris who was checking her up, he was literally gawking at her, as if she’s the only thing he could see. I sighed, why didn’t I see that coming?

Julian whispered, his hands hovering over her shoulders, completely stunned by the sudden, eerie calm radiating from her pale face. Chloe did not look at him. She stared directly through the glowing red digital overlay at Seraphina. "You brought gunboats to secure the harbor," Chloe stated. Her voice was incredibly weak, breathless from the restricted oxygen flow in her blood, but it echoed with absolute, chilling authority across the silent dock. Seraphina paused, her victorious smile faltering slightly. The sudden shift in Chloe demeanor was incredibly unsettling. The terrified, weeping woman who had held a rifle to her own chin was completely gone.

Chloe had gone all out ice sculptures, a live string quartet, a floating dance floor lit from beneath like glass over water. And at the center of it all stood Chloe herself. She wore white. Not innocent white weaponized white. A fitted gown with a plunging neckline, diamonds dripping from her ears like punctuation marks. She laughed loudly, one manicured hand resting possessively on her hip as she held court. Her eyes found Elena within seconds. The smile Chloe gave her was slow. Deliberate. Predatory. “Oh,” Chloe said, loud enough for the people around her to hear. “She came.”

Not now, not after everything. I pushed the bedroom door open, and the sight before me froze me in place. There, in the dim light of the room, Chloe was on the bed, naked, tangled in the sheets. And Brad, equally exposed, was on top of her, thrusting with a desperation that made my stomach turn. Chloe's back arched, a throaty moan escaping her lips. The sight of them, so entwined, so caught up in their moment, felt like a dagger to my chest.