Down And Dirty Mari Carr Novels & Stories

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?”

Mari face heat up as she realized it's Raymond St Daniels and his girlfriend, Sara. She stayed quiet, listening to the sound of their passionate sex. She only thought of listening, but her pussy began throbbing with desire. Fuck! Her fingers on their own accord, slid up to her pussy, romancing her private sensitive area. Mari was naive and don't know what to do, but she wanted to imagine it's Raymond making love to her. The way he's fucking Sara right now.

In no time, Carle was pounding Maria, whose eyes had rolled to the back of her head, hugging onto him for dear life as the bed shook wildly. He cummed in her mouth by the time they were done, and Maria wiped off a tear that had rolled down her cheek. "That... was... the best... fuck that... I ever had," she said with fragmented breaths, unable to take her eyes away from the naked Carle, especially his tool of pleasure. Then she sat up after a few minutes had elapsed. "I'll be taking him with me. In return, my lips will be forever sealed." Maria announced as she got off the bed, making herself decent once again.

He was tall, broad-shouldered, with the calm confidence of a man used to getting exactly what he wanted. "Giovanni!" he called, raising his voice over the engines. They shook hands with a tight grip, followed by a brief shoulder hug. "And who's this stunning lady with you?" he asked, his gaze shifting to Carly. Carly offered a sweet smile, tilting her head. "Careful. I charge extra for flattery before noon." The man laughed, delighted. Giovanni's arm slid around her waist. "Carly, this is Marcus Alvarez—old college friend and the brilliant lunatic who decided to build a racetrack in Subic."

- I'll take care of that. Although Adriano Amado did not understand it, Maria took out a metal detector from her backpack to discover the chip. Then with a scalpel she takes it out, bandages it, and finally points it at him again so that he begins to climb the stairs. He silently agrees and once again overcome by the situation, when he gets to the top, Emiliano promises him a torture he will really enjoy. Adriano refuses to leave his boat, Maria De La Cruz laughs, and promises him a much better and more luxurious yacht, but now it was time to go.

A kiss will be a signal that you’ll go all the way with Garry. ‘That’s what I’m hoping for, especially since Mama dislikes him so. That makes it all the more exciting.’ Maria grinned devilishly. Carrie reached for her arm, ‘Is that fair to Garry?’ She shook her head, blonde wisps dancing in the soft, caressing breeze ‘You may think he’s a drunken lowlife, but it’s no reason to use him.’ Maria stared at Carrie, her bottom lip pouting as she said waspishly, ‘He’ll be using me too!’

"I can’t stand people like that. They climb over others to get to the top and don’t care who they hurt in the process." Nelly nodded vehemently. "Exactly. Carina is nothing but a high school dropout who got lucky. She doesn’t deserve any of this. We have to bring her down." Maria smirked. "You know, we could make it really dramatic. How about we drown her in a river?" she joked, her eyes glinting with dark humor. Nelly laughed, playing along. "That would certainly make a statement. But I think ruining her career and her reputation will be just as satisfying."

"As per the law, Mr. Carter Whitlock keeping you here without your consent is illegal detention." Tears of joy trickle down my eyes as I gather Sammy into my arms. The officers carry my suitcases. When the massive front yard comes into view, the first one I see amidst the chaos is Marius. He’s standing just inches from Carter, their glares locked in a battle of wills. "You're not the only one who can play dirty. I can be as desperate as you," Marius says, his voice cold and unyielding. Carter's face twists in a sneer. "Go cry to your daddy. He just caught me off guard tonight, but he's not more powerful than me. Wait and see how I'll turn this around."