Donna Rice Nude Novels & Stories

Beside her, Ada gasped sharply and Ryan whispered a horrified, “Shit.” From across the room, her eyes met Camille’s, and the corners of her eyes twitched when she saw the smile Camille was wearing. Then, Camille tilted her chin toward the stage. Against her better judgment, Mirena turned. The massive screen on the stage was bright with a photograph. Not just any photograph, but a nude image of her, displayed for everyone to see!

He looked down at me in the water with something like fury. "Anya. What the hell did Julie ever do to you? In front of everyone, you throw a drink on her? What is wrong with you?" He walked Julie back toward the cabin and didn't look back. The crew pulled me out. I couldn't stop shaking. The blanket they put around me didn't help at all. Ethan's secretary helped me to my feet, jaw tight with anger. "Donna. Are you all right? The Don had no right." She couldn't finish the sentence. "If it weren't for everything you gave this family, none of us would even..."

After Alexander left with Elena, he vanished for a full week. For that entire week, the rumor mill in Sicily’s underworld was buzzing. They said the Don had taken his beloved new mistress to the high seas for the annual yacht party, and that she would soon be the new donna. My phone kept buzzing with private photos sent by Elena. The first was of her sunbathing on the deck of a luxury yacht, wearing a barely-there bikini. The caption read: [The Don says only the ocean blue matches my eyes.]

“Of course not. You always did like giving women symbols after you’d already humiliated them.” Matteo stood. “Did you send her the photo?” Vanessa did not deny it. “She deserved to know what kind of man she married.” “Nothing happened.” “Enough happened.” She crossed the room and touched the empty place on his hand where his signet should have been. “You took this off for me, Matteo. You gave me Donna access. You let me sit beside you in that room. If Elena has any pride, she understood perfectly.” Every word landed because every word was true.

Her eyes landed on Donna’s ass in her tight jeans and she swallowed, rubbing her thighs together to suppress her arousal. Donna turned to face her. She was wearing a crop top that revealed her navel piercing and her hair was packed in a ponytail, her fringe covering her temple. Madison’s gaze roamed Donna’s body, a subtle smile on her lips as she approached her. “Who did you tell your husband you are meeting up with this time?” Donna backed back wild laughter, her tension dispelling from her body. “I- I told him I'm going shopping with a friend of mine.”

"I guess we shouldn't go skinny dipping then!" He chuckled and watched as they went over and set their stuff on the lounge chairs, marveling at the way Jessie's butt wiggled and swayed sexily as she walked. Donna was wearing a knee length pullover that completely hid her entire body, and a ball cap with her black hair tucked up underneath.

The affection in his eyes was so clear that, for a moment, I almost believed that I was his entire world. I lowered my head, trying to hide the bitterness rising in my chest. ‘Elijah, this is the last chance I’m giving you. I hope you don’t disappoint me.’ Just as my resolve softened, I received a message from Naomi Cook that very night. Along with it was a photo of her celebrating her birthday with Elijah and Kai. In the picture, Naomi held up two gift boxes with the Cartier logo, smiling brightly. Her message was smug and provocative. [You’re still not leaving? Your husband and son both like me more. How do you still have the nerve to hold on to the donna position?]

The girl's naked body looks very seductive. .

Viola's POV When I submitted my resignation letter to the secretariat, the staff member looked shocked. "Viola Conti, you're leaving the Derocchi family?" The Don's private secretary was a respectable, well-compensated position. He couldn't understand why I would give it up. "Sì." I smiled and delivered the excuse I'd prepared long ago. "My husband left me an inheritance in Melbir. I'm planning to take my son and live there." It wasn't a particularly clever excuse. But for seven years, everyone believed I was just a single mother raising a child on my own. No one knew that the "husband" I spoke of was actually the Don of the Derocchi family, Aido Derocchi.

she asked, her fingers already toying with the tie on her towel. His eyes darkened. "Show me." She let the towel drop. The bikini top followed. Then her bottoms. Naked, she stood in the center of the suite, bare and unashamed, her skin kissed golden by the sun. The camera caught all of her. She dropped to her knees. Adonis grunted. Rylee's hand trailed between her thighs, slow, deliberate, teasing herself as she stared into the phone. She parted her legs, fingers working against her slickness, letting out a soft moan.