Colette X Spike Novels & Stories

As if on cue. "But..." she began, with an arrogant smirk, "We did have time to snap this picture, and honestly, I think this kind of sums up the whole thing." The picture itself was at Colette’s house, Colette, and Lisa side by side. Colette looked stunning, her shiny brunette hair hanging down past her shoulders, perfectly styled. She wore a slim cocktail dress, the material hugging her slim, athletic body. It was formal and tasteful, not showing too much of anything. Her chest was mostly covered, only the upper chest bared, and the dress went down to her knees. Her legs appeared from the dress, leading down to her stylish high-heels. She looked stunning. She was the perfect picture of rest

Then, the canvas rustled. He stiffened. A soft laugh spilled into the dim tent. “Private Warner.” Henry’s heart thundered. Slowly, he turned. Colette stood just inside, clutching the flap shut behind her. She wore a pale dress that clung dangerously to her hips, a little dust on the hem from the dirt paths. Her hair was loose, tumbling over her shoulders in waves. “What are you—” His voice was rough, too loud. He lowered it to a hiss. “You shouldn’t be here.”

Bonnie The door to my room burst open without a knock. Colette stood in the doorway with her arms spread wide and a grin on her face that could have powered the entire neighborhood. She was wearing pajama pants covered in tiny pizza slices and a t shirt that said I'm not arguing I'm just explaining why I'm right. Her hair was a wild mess of dark curls and she looked like she had just run up the stairs at full speed. "I am bored," she announced. "You have been here for less than forty eight hours."

Everyone held their breath, waiting for an answer. I leaned against my chair, watching the chaotic room on the screen, and replied calmly, "Don't panic, Ms. Miller. There's nothing poisonous in that wine. Didn't I tell you? It's a rare, 1945 Romanee-Chanti bottle I got at a recent auction. It's just that…" I paused, letting a hint of amusement creep into my tone. "That wine has been spiked with a super-potent aphrodisiac I got from a vet friend. It's the kind of stuff they use for breeding bulls.

Colette did, and Talia leaned over her, letting the cûm drip into Colette's mouth. Colette gulped it all down and smiled. "Thanks," she said. ••• As Colette savored the taste of her third cream pie of the day, she didn’t realize right away that everyone was looking at her. "It’s your turn," I said. "Oh," Colette said. "I don’t know, Theo. It’s been fun swallowing your…stuff, and sucking on your thing, and having Maren lick me. But I don’t know if I’m ready for sex. I had never even seen a cóck in person before a few hours ago."

Useless, naive. Perfect. When she looks up, recognition flashes in her eyes. “Are you—Vivienne Westwood?” I smile. Ah, so she knows me. “Yes, darling. And you are?” “Colette,” she says, blushing. “I—I work here. I’ve admired your work for so long.” Of course she has. Everyone does. Her awe is almost too easy to exploit. I soften my tone, leaning in like we’re girlfriends sharing secrets. “Tell me, Colette… do you have time for a coffee? I find myself in need of… company.”

God damn it he still fucking sexy as hell. His suit straining against his thick muscles can barely contain him. My eyes stray from his to Enzo’s and I suck in a breath as I finally shake off the spell I was under looking into Avery’s eyes. My eyes widened Enzo was on his knees and hovering over him with a gun pointed to his head was no one other than Avery Cole himself. “Avery, what the hell are you doing?” Sierra asked, her voice raspy. “Sierra?” Aurora grabs her arm.

“Colette, meet Taylor.” Colette blinks, then finally manages to stammer out, “Oh my God, it’s such an honor to meet you. I’ve read so much about you — I mean, you’re incredible.” Taylor laughs gently, her voice soft but confident. “Thank you, Colette. It’s nice to meet you too.” Colette’s face is flushed with excitement, and before she can stop herself, she blurts, “Could we, um... could we get a picture together?”

Victoria asserted, "If you want to pick up some random girl to fuck, go and find someone else. Leave me alone!" Ronald left the hall angrily. His pride was hurt. Colette glanced at Zachary. She found an excuse and followed Ronald out. She left so hurriedly that she did not notice someone following her. "Fuck!" In the stairwell, Ronald threw his cigarette on the ground and stepped on it viciously. Colette smiled. "Mr. Spencer, would you like to get revenge?"

“Mav…you either tell me or I’ll hear it anyway, but I’ll be more annoyed that I had to hear it as pack gossip, rather than from your lips.” He ignores me as he walks me out of Axel’s hospital room. So I play the card, I didn’t want to play. The top trump in my deck. “I raced to Colette’s aid, saving her and the baby. You can at least tell me who?” My words sting him, and a low threatening growl leaves his chest. It is enough for a nurse to walk over, ensuring her patient isn’t harmed. “Who?” I roar at him. “Spike!”