Dirty Rowdy Thing Novels & Stories

Russell barks out. We have scowling faces on now, and even though I know this is some shitty thing to say, but I know it has to come out at some point this evening. "What do we do with stubborn women like them?" I demand. "Punish them of course. If you all are open dominants, we could all watch then get punished. Voyeurism us a kink I have. I don't mind exhibitionism too, my wife has got nice titties to hide," Rio says and we all laugh at him.

People were everywhere, shoving and dancing like they didn't have a care in the world—or like they didn't know how to be anywhere else. Bass thumped through the floor, rattling my bones, the kind of noise that crawled into your skull and refused to leave. I scanned the crowd, irritation buzzing under my skin, already regretting coming. Rowan was easy to find. I spotted him immediately. He was slumped over the bar, half-empty glass in his hand, shouting something at the bartender that got lost in the bass. “Jeez,” I muttered, pushing through the crowd, ignoring the hands that brushed my arms, the faces that turned to stare.

Valeria was white-knuckling a mug of tea, her eyes pinned to my face as if waiting for me to shatter. The second I’d crossed the threshold of the Nightwood House, Caleb had gone into a full Alpha-brother protective rage, demanding to know why I’d been off the grid. He’d shoved his phone at me, snarling something about 'filth' and 'scandal.' Now, the hundreds of pings were finally screaming onto my own screen. "It's a nightmare." I hit play on the viral clip for the third time. The video was high-definition, captured from the shadows of the New York club. Rowan and I were tangled together, the chemistry between us looking like a physical explosion. We were devouring each other, oblivious to t

something SURREAL. Serene felt herself bold and confident when he was around. She wanted to do all those things that normal teenagers do with no reins of suffocation. ....She wanted to drink, hug , party , dance, kiss , travel , date , make friends and most importantly She wanted to have a taste .... A TASTE OF SIN. With Rowan she felt her heart raging and racing against her chest to meet his companion which she could subtly see in Rowan. This thought made her tighten her arms around him and when this gesture was returned she smiled and drifted into passion

"What happens when the both of you find your mates? Will you break up then? Are you just hooking up for the fun of it?” Rhydar grins. "I don't think so. I adore him, you see? He gives the best orga—" I smack Rhydar on the chest to shut him up. Because...what the heck? Theo steps back, exasperated and red-faced, muttering, "You're both...disgusting," before storming off. I let out a shuddering breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. My wolf growls in frustration. I’d survived. Barely.

"What the hell are you talking about? He was being disrespectful to my girlfriend. He was crossing a line that he knew was there and he was doing it on purpose. That has nothing to do with trusting you. That has everything to do with not trusting him." "It's the same thing!" she yells. "I am a groupie, Rowen. Don't you get it? I have had sex with almost every guy in that room." "Stop," I say quietly. "Dirty, filty, depraved, sometimes voyeuristic sex with almost all of them." "Stop." "Their dick. My pussy. Connecting. Sometimes their dick and my face. Sometimes their dick and my...."

Some men in the club walked over to her side when they saw that she's drunk to take advantage of her but she gave them mean looks that made them scurry away. "Don't fucking come near me, you assholes. I'm not drunk" she kept on repeating. But there was a pervert who wasn't ready to back down. "You're hella sexy, you bitch. What is a sexy bitch doing here all by herself?? Let's go to the room and have some fun" the pervert said as he tried to pull her up from her chair. The other men laughed and supported him. "I said, don't fucking touch me, you fucking pervert" Margaret retorted as she pushed him off weakly and almost fell her out chair as she's starting to see double.

“My option was once limited to a flowing dinner gown, but now, it’s open to anything that will look good on me.” His eyes slowly ran through me with a flirtatious grin on his face. “You look good in anything love, but you look more perfect in nothing.” My thigh clenched to ease the sudden traitorous ache between my legs. I looked out the window. I will not have dirty thoughts or have sex with him while he’s handling the steering. “You’re going to be there tomorrow right?” “I wouldn’t miss it for anything.” I noticed him staring at me but refused to look at him. He placed his hand on mine. “Stop doing that, you’re going to draw blood.” I didn’t even realize I was picking my pinky finger until

The thought of going back with them, of being taken apart one by one, by all three — it made my knees weak, my breath catch. Wesley looked at the other two. “Have any of you ever shared a woman before?” Noah raised a brow, casual but honest. “I’ve had a devil’s threesome before. Two guys. One woman.” His gaze flicked to Dennis, then back to me. “But three guys? That’s new. Even for me.” Dennis’s voice was rougher this time, more serious. “Never done it. But I’m intrigued.” All three of them looked at me now.

The room was thick with the scent of sex and stale sweat, and I almost shattered to the sounds of my pussy squelching shamelessly as his wet cock rammed into my dripping coochie. I don't know what was more intense for me, his grunts or that Mr. Sinclair was watching us with a satisfied smirk, his own cock bulging at the erotic display. He was stroking the length of his hardened rod, his eyes never leaving mine. "That's it," he purred, taking a sip of his whiskey. "Make her come on your cock." As if on command, I shattered, my pussy clamping down around Desmond like a vice I came with a scream of his name. He followed a second later, spilling inside me with a low groan.