Dirty Little Secret Quotes Novels & Stories

How easy of him to make me feel like I am so accepted as if none of this is ever a big deal. “I still have other secrets.” “I don’t mind them. Everybody has them.” “But mine’s dark, aren’t they?” “Everyone has dark secrets.” I scoffed then jolted my head to the center, now facing the high ceiling. He really has a way of making people feel accepted. Bashful, and almost unintentionally, my mouth vomited words I’d only ask in my subconscious state. “Do you still like me?”

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I smirk at her, assuming that she would laugh since it was a hidden message only the two of us know. But I badly want to bang her head on the marble tiles of the counter when her forehead crumples, "What do you mean vitamin d?" She asked innocently, like she hadn't heard such a word. "You know what, I don't know if you're possessed or you really are crazy. But I think you just really need to get laid so you can get back to your normal state." I frustratingly answered her but her eyes were still lost in query. "Argh! Vitamin d! You don't know what letter dick starts with!?!"

ANGEL Everyone has a dark secret. The filthiest, dirtiest, corrupted fantasies that we imagine just before sleep take us to oblivion. That innate desire our judgmental world silences, it lingers in the pit of your stomach, spreading like a virus, an incurable, rotten disease to your throat, an abomination never to be whispered. Do you have a secret like that? Think hard. . . You can tell me. Don't you have one like that? Think again. . . Harder. Go deeper. Take me in—all of me. I want to be inside. . . of your mind.

“You are a rare gem, Cici. And rare gems hold secrets. What secrets do you have?” The murmur slithered close, a silken thread weaving through the orchestra’s swell. His proximity a shadowed veil that blurred the ballroom’s edges. Secrets. The word was like a key turning in a lock I hadn’t known was there, stirring echoes of hidden corners in my life. Dad’s late-night calls, Treyvan’s sudden silences, my midnight escapades just to go joy riding with Lillian. But I brushed them aside. Those weren’t technically secrets.

Maya’s face flashed in my mind—her screaming my name, pussy clenching around me as I filled her with cum. The way she’d whispered that she loved being my sister while I fucked her. And now this? Clara holding our dirty secret like a loaded gun. I wiped her lipstick off my cheek with the back of my hand, but the taste of danger lingered. What the fuck was I supposed to do now?

Holy... fuck! That was... Evelyn shut the door in one of the spare bedrooms and leaned back against it. She pressed her thighs together and closed her eyes. She should have walked out of the bathroom but seeing him naked, touching himself was like dangling a feast in front of a starving person. And then to have him say her name as he let go... Roman Ashfield was a god among men, he could have anyone he wanted. But it had been her name on his lips while he'd got his rocks off. Not Vivian's.

“Quietly. Take every inch like the slut you are for me.” The chair creaked softly as I bounced, his cock hitting that perfect spot each time. We kept our voices to harsh whispers. “Harder,” I begged. “Claim me right here where you work.” He thrust up sharply, making me whimper. “You love this, don’t you? Sneaking around while your mother’s home. My dirty secret.” “Yes… I’m your dirty secret.” The words pushed me closer. My clit rubbed against him with every grind until I came hard, clenching around him, biting his lip to stay silent.

“She killed your maid and almost pinned it on you.” “W-what?!” “It was an accident, she says—but I helped her clean up.” “Oh my god.” “Yes. What I’m trying to say is everyone has secrets. Deeper, dirty secrets.” She winked, and I nodded as I was starting to get what she meant. “So I buy time and find even dirtier secrets on Mr. Clarke?” I asked, and she nodded. “I mean... then we’ll blackmail each other.” “Yes, and make sure the secret is one that threatens to send him to jail. There’s nothing that shuts an enemy up more than a prison cell.”

"I have a plan, Lilah." Abby said to my amazement. "A dirty but good one." "Mind sharing with me?" I asked, knowing she would. "Sure. So, this dirty plan is... Five steps to get Mr Kimber in bed." My eyes bulged open as I glared at her, shocked. "Should I still continue?" I swallowed hard, my eyes not leaving hers. "You're kidding, aren't you?" "At first, I thought I was. But after I scanned the idea, I saw it was good to go, so I figured out I should share it with you. Like I asked, should I continue?"