Dirty Little Secrets Novels & Stories

She circled the table and leaned with her back on it, facing Conrad. “You should leave. I am expecting some people from the company,” Conrad said. “I heard a little secret last night,” Emma smiled, parting her legs slowly, revealing to Conrad that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath her skirt. Conrad's eyes shifted to in between her thighs for a second but he shook his head, rejecting any naughty thoughts that were about to come to his head. “The secret is about you,” Emma continued, reaching for the button on her shirt as she pulled it off, giving Conrad an inviting look. “Don’t you want to hear it?”

We all met up in Zahra’s room since she was the only one who didn’t care if someone ate on the bed, while the rest of us hated even the littlest bit of dirt on our sheets. “So, what’s this new piece of gossip that’s got you so excited,” Our family dynamics were pretty simple to understand, Henrik and Ava preferred to seduce and steal, while Zahra and I preferred to do the dirty and logical work, neither team told the other what to do or how to do it and perhaps that’s why we all worked so well together.

I ordered a burger with an iced Americano, picking a nice table by the window. Nothing beats a nice view as you eat your stress away. "Why didn't I see anything about the club on the portal, or is there something you aren't telling me?" She takes a sip of her orange juice, giving me a look. "I knew you were going to ask. That's why I kept it a secret from you. There is this group—actually, it's not on the portal. This club is secret. Not everyone knows about it. Just the higher-ups who go there to satisfy their dark cravings.

Chapter – 0009 Elena POV The scandal exploded like a bomb. By morning, every news channel, gossip site, and stock ticker carried the same headline: “BILLIONAIRE DAMIEN VALE'S FILTHY AFFAIR WITH SECRET MISTRESS – MERGER AND WEDDING IN RUINS.” Clips of us fucking in the hallway played on repeat. My face twisted in orgasm. Damien’s hand buried between my thighs. His voice growling filthy things. The leaked audio made it even worse. “My dirty little secret. This cunt is mine.” My moans were impossible to mistake.

She says, bouncing up. God, the energy of the young. "Dinner and a movie?" "What did you have in mind," she asks coyly. "Your training videos, and any self-portraits. I want to know what resources I have available to me." "You set the dinner out on the coffee table, and I'll get my favorite - "Secrets of the Pornstars " - I think you'll like it too. I'm pretty sure I got it back from Marisa." "Marisa?" I ask, puzzled. "Isn't she married?"

Could I still pretend if I did? I opened it and my breath caught in my throat. Photographs, Videos, Conversations transcribed, Payments, receipts, signed agreements. There were things I couldn’t unsee, things that made bile rise in my throat. Dominic in hotel rooms with boys and girls too young to even be near him. Blackmail, payoffs, secret clubs where lines blurred into depravity. My hands shook so hard I nearly dropped the mouse. I clicked on one video without thinking. The screen came alive, and what I saw made my stomach twist. Dominic with a little kid, the boy looked eleven to twelve years old……….

The headline was huge, bold, and merciless. “MOORE EMPIRE SCANDAL DEEPENS: FIANCÉE MADISON BAKER HUMILIATED BY PREGNANT MISTRESS – ‘SHE’S A DIRTY LITTLE SECRETARY WHO PLANNED THIS FROM DAY ONE,’ AN INSIDER REVEALS.” “Oh my God,” Lauren whispered. Her hand flew to her mouth, her fingers trembling against her lips. Her vision blurred with hot, stinging tears, but she couldn't stop. She was like a crash victim who couldn't look away from the wreckage.

When Hilda took another step forward, Carmen subconsciously took a step back. "Are you thinking about asking me how I know all this? You're a well known b*tch among our circles. Do you really not know? If you choose to be a b*tch, you should have the instincts of a b*tch too. Don't assume that the people you slept with will keep your secret for you! Not only did they record a video, but they also shared it on a specific forum. You have no idea how popular it is! Who do you think you are? You're like an automatic toilet. It's convenient to use you, but once people are done, you just become disgusting! Even though you're wealthy, that merely makes you a gold toilet. A b*tch with a gold collar!

I’m alone in their massive house, horny and determined to make Damien lose control tonight. I start looking through their media room for something to watch… and I hit the jackpot. A hidden folder on their TV called “Private.” Inside are dozens of high-quality p**n videos — rough sex, cheating husbands, babysitter fantasies, creampies, degradation. Exactly my kind. My pussy throbs instantly. I put on one of the filthiest ones — a young babysitter getting brutally fucked by the married dad while his wife sleeps upstairs. The girl on screen is moaning like a whore, getting her pussy pounded mercilessly.

"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?"