Down And Dirty Mari Carr Novels & Stories

Then Caroline saw a sight she thought she would never see again. Three people appeared between the Cerberus. Slowly the first feminine figure walked towards the casket. Dressed in white, Maria Romano looked otherworldly, she bent over and traced the outline of her son's jawline, before she kissed Mikhail, leaving stardust on his forehead. Next, she floated towards her daughter, tears on her cheeks as she reached her.

Mj pushed Mara at arms length but didn't let go of her “what's wrong Mara?” Mara opened her bottle and took a long drink before handing it to Mj who did the same. The two girls slid to the floor at the same time leaning against the bed. “Tanner is my mate” Mara almost whispered, Mj took the bottle and gulped down more of the spicy brown liquid, “Why don't you sound happy?” Mj asked as she passed the bottle back to Mara “He’s the brother of an Alpha Moll,” Mara explained “he lives in a pack and he’s a damn hunter so it's not like I could convince him to leave with me-” Mara clapped a hand over her mouth as she passed the bottle back to Mj who laughed low in her throat before she took anothe

"Ms. Caterina! Is it true that you were just seeing a client when you were kidnapped?" "Mr. De Marchi! Does this mean that your wedding will be postponed?" The question they threw at us made me want to punch someone in the face. But I composed myself. The last thing that I needed was a bad image from the press. When we finally reached the car, Jack opened the door for us and I let Mari slide in first. Her ass looked majestic with her pants and her plunging neckline revealed a generous view of her cleavage. I knew she wanted to make a statement for everyone for wearing a white power suit but that doesn't mean I don't want to cover her up with my own jacket to hide what's mine.

꧁ Marisella ꧂ Mari: Hold your breeches, bitches. I got a freelance contract agreement with PRISM! 5 minutes later. Sonya: No way, really? Omg so happy for you. Congrats, wife. Now you can retire me like I deserve… *beach emoji Mari: You know it! Come over, let’s celebrate. I got your favorite. Sonya: A brownskinned tech bro? *eyes emoji I roll my eyes, tugging the wine bottle out of its box.

"Well, it took a bit of weeding through. Believe it or not, the guy with the camera-happy crotch actually seems to be the only one worth talking to so far." Mari’s hand stopped mid-air, hovering over a bowl of tortilla chips. Her brows furrowed in a look of pure, unadulterated shock. "Really? Greg? The man who sent you a high-definition photo of his nutsack?" she lowered her voice to a hissed whisper, glancing at the neighbouring table "That’s your gold standard?"

I got up in my wedding dress and tried to stop him again, but the wide hem bothered me, and I couldn't stop it. The moment I rushed outside, Carlos was already screaming in the hallway. "I'm Bianca’s ex-partner. I guess you don't know today's bride very well. Marvin, Bianca cheated on you. She is actually a wild party girl and promiscuous. She was not a virgin before our first sexual intercourse. She even encouraged me to have sex with her in a public toilet. She's a bitch. You'd better be careful." Carlos was a gangster, so he didn't care about anything and used the most obscene and vulgar words.

I reached into my pocket, pulled out the first carrot, thick as two fingers, slightly curved , and slicked it with my own spit. Marco’s eyes widened when he saw it. “You dirty little shit.” I popped off his cock with a wet sound and grinned up at him. “Turn around. Bend over the couch.” He did, dropping his jeans to his ankles, spreading his thick, hairy thighs. His ass was perfect, muscular, dusted with dark hair, hole tight and pink. I spat on it, then pressed the fat end of the carrot against his rim. He hissed as I pushed. The vegetable sank in slowly, stretching him open inch by inch. I twisted it, fucking him with it in shallow thrusts while I sucked his balls from behind.

Dawson come into the house, followed by Dean, Kara, and Quinn, who’s holding Arya. “Do you need any help, dear?” Mrs. Dawson asks Danielle. “No, but thank you. Charlie helped me, and it’ll be about ten more minutes until the enchiladas are cooked through.” “Should I call in the boys?” Mrs. Dawson asks. “Sure. I’ll heat up the rice,” Danielle says. “I’ll make margaritas,” Quinn offers, handing off Arya to her mother. She gets distracted when a fat orange cat comes running. She sits on the ground to pet the cat, and I leave the kitchen to go onto the back porch so I can call the guys in.

Kennedy must’ve finished it. “There are Slim Jims left,” I suggest. Mari turns up her nose, but she still snakes past me to fetch them from the cabinet over my head. Her big blue eyes shine with anticipation as she upends the box, expecting a windfall.

Conversations paused as heads turned, eyes narrowing with suspicion. “Well, well,” a tall man at the bar drawled, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “If it isn’t Ancelotti’s golden girl. What brings you here, sweetheart?” Caroline smiled tightly, refusing to let her nerves show. “I’m here to talk. About Maralyn.” The man raised an eyebrow, his expression both curious and wary. “And why would we want to hear what you have to say?” “Because Maralyn’s dragging you all down with her,” Caroline said, her voice calm but commanding. “She’s reckless, dangerous, and she doesn’t care about anyone but herself. How long do you think you’ll last, being tied to someone like that?”