Elena Thorne Nude Novels & Stories

She looked nothing like the healthy young woman in the old Council photographs Carter had pulled up on the drafting table. Elise Thorne stood in the mansion's foyer wrapped in a thin gray coat that hung off her frame like it belonged to someone twice her size. Her skin was pale, almost translucent, stretched tight over sharp cheekbones. Her dark hair had gone brittle and dull. But her eyes, when she lifted them to look at me, were sharp and clear and very much alive. "You are the Aurelian," she said. Her voice was hoarse, like she had not used it properly in years. "I felt it the moment I crossed onto this property. Something in the air changed."

"You're the filthy little creature who's been driving me insane. Now, I think you want to show me exactly what else you've been hiding." The tension snapped like a dry branch. Elias didn't lead her to the bed, he shoved her against the floor-to-ceiling glass window, the cold city lights of New York blurred by the rain behind them. He grabbed the front of her uniform and ripped it open, buttons skittering across the floor. Beneath, Elena wore nothing but the black stockings and a matching garter belt, her tits spilling out-heavy, pale, and topped with dark, erect nipples. "Look at you," Elias hissed, his eyes roaming over her body with a predatory hunger. "Ironing my shirts while you're dress

Elijah's 5'6 inches dick slapped her face. Inhaling a deep breath, Athena stroked his manhood and licked the shaft. She closed her eyes and enveloped his giant dick in her mouth. Elijah held her hair and slapped her cheeks. Athena sucked it and increase the speed. It hit her throat causing pain in all over her oral cavity. After a few strokes, Elijah released cum in her mouth and forced her to eat it, which she obliged without any protest, of course Elijah was not the only one to enjoy, Athena to receive pleasure. ~~~~~~~

"Go to the suite upstairs. Wash your face. Change into your work clothes. I want the woman who stood on that scaffolding and told the world she was a Thorne. Because tonight, we aren't just saving a building. We are ending a war." As Elara walked to the elevator, she looked at the ring one last time. She realized that the "Term of Surrender" wasn't about giving up. It was about surrendering the lies they had told themselves. She wasn't an outsider anymore. She was the heart of the Thorne Empire. She went to the suite and changed into her denim shirt and work boots. She tied her hair back in a tight knot. She looked in the mirror and saw the woman who had survived London. The woman who had ra

Then, without really thinking about it, I pulled a heavy wooden chair close to the side of the bed and sat down. I just stared at her face. With her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open, she looked so young. Innocent, even. And man, she was strikingly beautiful. When she was awake, she was always glaring at me, spitting fire, and pushing my buttons, so I hadn’t really taken the time to notice the soft curve of her jaw or how long her eyelashes were. It was a damn shame, honestly. Too bad her beauty was absolutely no good to me. She was still a Thorne, and nothing could change the blood running through her veins. Suddenly, Elena started twitching. Her head rolled to the side, and she start

I’ve had twenty three years to test that theory properly. “They buried Elaine already,” my second said, watching the estate through a break in the trees. “Full pack ceremony. The rejected wife gave the order herself.” “Elena Thorne,” I said. “Interesting woman.” “You’ve never met her.” “I don’t need to meet someone to understand them.” I watched the torchlight flicker along the wall in the distance. “She rejected a mate publicly, in front of an entire hall, knowing exactly what it would cost her. She chose mercy for a broken man who beat her for years. She ordered an execution for a woman who tortured her just as badly, and then turned around and buried that same woman with full honors becau

I wanted to feel his manly hands directly on my bare womanly flesh. I arched my back up, thrusting my breasts invitingly towards his hands. Desperate to feel his hands on my skin directly, I sat up and quickly unzipped the zipper at the back of my dress. Adrian watched me with a smile on his lips as I quickly pulled my dress off my arms and down my body to reveal my upper body to his hungry gaze. “You’re beautiful, Elena…show me more…” Adrian whispered seductively as his eyes rove around my exposed skin.

He never should have trusted them with a person like Ian. He was still in thought when his phone buzzed, he looked down to see that he had received a text from Ian. Hastily, he opened it and found a video. His heart began thumping as he clicked play. Immediately Elena's face came into view, her lips were torn and bleeding as she screamed. She was hanging freely on a crane that continuously lowered her towards the sea, She wriggled her legs but her hands were tied to the crane that slowly pushed her down. Elena struggled and in the background, Julia laughed.

“Please.” “Please what?” Elena leaned down, licked a stripe up Liana’s neck, tasting sweat and oil paint. “Use your words, little muse.” “Finger me. Fuck me. Make me come so hard I forget every camera that’s ever owned me.” Elena’s smile was slow and cruel. She released Liana’s wrists only to shove the remains of the dress up to her waist. No underwear. Of course. Liana was shaved bare, slick and swollen, clit peeking from its hood like it was begging. Elena traced one finger through the wetness, barely grazing, watching Liana’s hips chase her hand.

My lungs seized. “P-P-Please.” My body shook. I held my baby, but I could feel my strength leaving me. I didn’t want to drop my newborn miracle. Shoving my elbow against my husband’s ribs, I fought. I was a Nikolaev. We fight. We never give up. Then Adrian’s big hand wrapped around my baby’s throat and terror, unlike any I’d ever felt before, shot through me. But before he could take one squeeze. Bang. Dead eyes.