Clark Gallagher Nude Novels & Stories

Clark replied casually while getting up and walked towards the bathroom. I swore under my breath and opened the drawer. "Who keeps a dumb fruit in the drawer? And what are these?" My forehead creased as I flipped through the pages of the photo album. There were countless pictures of Clark and Ally smiling at numerous mesmerising places like deserts, beaches, lakes, rivers, snow clad mountains and many more. Clark looked geniunely happy with his arms wrapped around pretty Ally's slim body who was laughing almost in every picture. My lips curled in disdain as I noticed the stack of photo albums and pictures in the drawer.

A/N: Completed oh, and it's super 18+ btw so be warned😊 ... Elizabeth shriek when she see Clarke standing in front of her. He wore no shirt but still kept his pants on. His hair was loose from his regular bun and he was wet all over. Tattoos covered his entire chest and she can see fine hair over his marbled chest. She lean on the wall behind her, entirely naked and failed badly trying to cover her breast and womanhood. Her arms was pushing her breast so roughly that her creamy flesh spills out in an enticing manner. From the way his front pants has a tent on it,

Rachel playing the perfect fiancée…touching Clark’s arm, laughing at the right moments. I sat across from him, forcing smiles, barely tasting the food. My phone buzzed in my lap. I glanced down. A notification from an unknown number. Just a photo preview thumbnail. My breath stopped. I opened it. There we were….Clark and me in my car, parked in the office lot. Clark's hands gripping my hips. The moment unmistakable. My throat closed. I coughed…once, violently…then again, harder, like my lungs were trying to expel the image itself.

💦Exposed Masterpiece💦 The security system beeped again, louder this time. Someone was definitely trying to get in. My heart hammered against my ribs as I stood completely naked in the middle of the gallery, Elias’s cum still leaking down my thighs. My body was flushed, marked with his handprints and hickeys, my pussy swollen and throbbing from how thoroughly he had used me. Elias didn’t look worried. He looked hungry. He stepped behind me, pressing his still-hard cock against my ass while his hand slid between my legs, pushing two fingers back into my dripping pussy.

Cindy’s emotions were running so high that her face had gone pale, yet she had no choice but to follow Elaine onto the stage. The atmosphere grew tense as Elaine opened the press conference and asked for Cindy’s nude photos to be displayed again. In each photo, the men’s faces were different—there were two or three of them—but the woman in every picture was Cindy. The woman’s back in the photos was clear and unmarked. When the reporters saw the photos, some spoke up:

“I recognize Flavia’s necklace. And I certainly know my mate.” “I’m not sure about you, but I’ve seen Gael naked a thousand times after shifting. His skin is flawless—no marks, no scars, no tattoos, and definitely no moles.” He pointed to the man’s back in the photo. “This man has a mole on his upper back. It isn’t Gael.” He then pointed to the woman’s chest. “Flavia once flashed her assets at me—not that there was much to be impressed by—but I remembered her having a tiny, diamond-shaped birthmark on the top of her left breast. This girl has none. The photos are staged. It’s not Gael, and it’s not Flavia.”

She scrolled back to the top. The headline was impossible to miss. TECH'S MOST ELIGIBLE BACHELOR OFF THE MARKET? Beneath it was an even worse line. Mystery brunette spotted on late-night date with tech billionaire Clark Merrick. Lana groaned and covered her face with one hand. "Well, this is definitely not going to end well." "On the bright side, your face isn’t photographed that clearly.” Lana slowly lowered her hand. "Clark." "What?" "Everyone who knows us knows that's me." She held the phone up and pointed at the photograph.

“Relax, it's nothing serious. Relax, there's nothing to be scared of.” My fingers freeze on the folder. “What do you mean?” “I did some digging and…” she reaches over to the table and takes a stack of pictures. " I came across something interesting “ I open the folder. The first image makes my stomach lurch: a grainy phone picture of Clara with a dark bruise blossoming along her cheekbone. Another photo—her wrist wrapped, fingers swollen. Police reports. Hospital records under a pseudonym. I look up at Natalie. “No.”

Somehow, I was becoming good at this and I hated myself for it. "That has never stopped anyone.. especially not a negro girl trying to get up on top of the food chain and gain advances. Who would have thought, as dark as you are? You would be working personally in the Gallagher household. Clearly, that's not the only thing you do there. Just so you know... no man ever approached you because Gallagher junior had already called dibs on you. It makes me wonder why he allowed this to be? I honestly question why he allowed this. I looked like a fool in front of other men when they kept saying you were not a virgin. I defended you but you deceived me. I was foolish enough to think that we were giv

So, NO. Me: NO. I DON'T WANT TO. Bing! “One new image has been sent to you from Skyler.” “Don't open it,” I told myself. If I opened it, he would know I did. But before I knew it, my hand was already moving, clicking on the image. It was an image of him in… Fuck! This guy sent me his fucking nude! He was standing in, no face, but complete body bare. Fuck. I looked around the room to make sure no one saw this except me.