Novel & Cerita Chloe Stark Nude

Light touch of foundation with slight ting of blush with bright red lipstick, she looked like a goddess, maybe more beautiful then goddess Aphrodite. Celestine's eyes went down on her dress and a small gasp escaped from her mouth. It was a Victoria's secret backless body hugging black silk gown with a small slid on both sides of her legs, revealing a small portion of her pale, slender legs. Its sides were embroidered with gold thread. Her antique jewelry from Chanel's signature collection 'Lion' with Louis Vuitton's new addition gold clutch and black high heels, were priceless and screaming wealth. Her aura turned from wild to elegant and classy.

My thought suddenly went to something that made me shiver. “Are you going to make love with me when you want to?" I asked and he laughed loudly. “I don't make love, Chloe." He smirked at me. “I will fvck you whenever and wherever I want so be always ready." What he said made me swallow because he is too vulgar. I am not even ready for what he just said and the thought makes me so nervous that I bite my lower lip to help me calm myself. My eyes suddenly landed on the bed and it was not just an ordinary bed because it had some restraint on it. He can tie the person who will lie down here.

And that headline at the top of the homepage, framed in red like a terrorist alert: “ALEXANDRE LACROIX AND DANIEL ROZOV: A LOVERS' CLASH IN FRONT OF A PRIVATE RESTAURANT” “THE PERSONAL ASSISTANT WHO SHAKES BOTH DYNASTIES” I remain frozen. The words hit me one by one. I click. The video starts. Grainy, shaky frame, but the essence is there. The heart that explodes. Daniel and Alexandre, face to face. Quick gestures, lethal looks, and she! She! She! This girl, this… this silhouette I barely recognize, but who now occupies all the screens. Lyra, as venomous as a snake.

Like a dry branch breaking. Chloe's eyes flew open. This time, it wasn't acting. It was real. Her mouth opened. She seemed to want to scream something. The wind was too loud. I couldn't hear anything. She fell. Her white camisole dress flipped upward, exposing her stomach. Her hair streamed above her like dark waterweeds. Her arms clawed through the air and caught nothing. Then she grew smaller. Smaller. Finally, she became a white dot. Then she vanished into the mist.

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.

Ariana bit her red lip and deliberately leaned down, squeezing her chest together until it formed a jaw-dropping valley. She really was a wolf in sheep's clothing. One sentence, and her true colors came right out. Wasn't she supposed to be a high school teacher? And wasn't there a saying that those wearing glasses were the sluttiest of all? I couldn't believe how bold and explicit Chloe's family talked. What exactly were they after? "Alright, both of you. Even rabbits don't eat grass right outside their own burrows. You want to seduce my father-in-law?" Chloe shot them an exasperated look.

Chloe had already walked up to Lorenzo. She was tall and lean, standing nearly 5'9". Coupled with her cool aura, she didn't lose an inch of presence standing before this 6'2" powerhouse of a man. Their energies collided in the air—hers as forbidden as ice, his as intense as fire. Lorenzo looked at the girl, a flicker of cold annoyance in his eyes at the intrusion. Chloe stopped just outside his social bubble and pulled off her mask, revealing a stunning face.

he said softly, his voice wrapping around her like silk over steel. “Yes,” she breathed, barely able to contain the rush of emotion. A subtle smile played on his lips just enough to stir the butterflies in her stomach once more. “Shut the door,” he instructed. She obeyed. “Strip.” Chloe froze, chest tightening. “Here?” “Yes. Right here. Slowly. I want to see all of you. No rush. Let me watch.” Heat crawled up her neck. Her fingers moved without her permission, first to the hem of her dress. She slid the straps down her shoulders, felt the silk whisper against her skin as it fell in a puddle around her feet. She stood in black lace, soft and sheer lingerie.

I grab the corner chair and perch it at the foot of the bed. When I take a seat, I lean back and enjoy whatever she’s willing to share with me. She hikes up the material of her dress and dips her hand between her thighs. I eagerly admire her fingers as they brush her nude underwear. At first, she rolls her index and middle finger over the hood of her clit through the fabric. A soft noise escapes her parted lips. I flick my gaze to her face to find her eyes focused on mine. My wolf howls so deeply it almost tears me off this chair and into a frenzy of heated lust. But I keep my ass firmly planted and watch.

Then he stepped back and looked at her body with hungry eyes. Chloe squirmed and tried to cover herself. "No, don't hide from me. You are mine. Everything about you is mine. And this perfect body is also mine" he said possessively. Chloe is feeling shy. He is standing there fully dressed, and she is lying down naked in front of him. Slowly Nero began to undress, without moving his heated gaze away from her body. Chloe can feel the wetness pooling between her legs. Her nipples are hard and she wanted some kind of release.