Empire Of Dirt Ao3 Novels & Stories

The rest of us took her lead and seated ourselves around the basement, Jonie and Mitch together on the couch with the rest of us finding chairs. “I’m not exactly sure. Whatever it was had to do with their personal dirt.” “Personal dirt?” “When the Dirt blows in, it brings with it everybody’s personal dirt.” “What do you mean?” “Those things in our lives that we’d like to stay buried, forgotten, in other words, our personal dirt. Here’s mine.” She went over to the computer and jiggled the mouse, dismissing the screensaver. Underneath the screensaver was the F******k page of a man in his late forties.

A longing to lather up a washrag and slide it over her back while she pulls her hair to one side manifests as I close my eyes. By the time I move to wash the lower half of my body, my manhood stands fully erect with thoughts of her auburn hair dripping and clinging to her shoulders. My hand moves faster against my sensitive shaft and I lean back and see Ava, kneeling on the soapy marble as I thrust. A moan escapes my throat as hot cum shoots out of me, dripping down the drain. As my cock softens in my hand, a feeling of frustration washes over me. I need her, want her, no one else will do. Too bad tomorrow will be Ava-free.

He tells me as he continues pushing a finger up my ass. Once it was in completely the burning sensation became pleasurable. I moaned at the feeling. He fingered me hard and fast opening up the hole. He added a second finger and a third finger. I felt full but it felt so good. Nick removes his fingers abruptly and I whine at the feeling of emptiness. He looks around the room, searching for something. "What are you looking for?" I ask. He ignores me. He returns with the oil jar and pours the oil on his dick and my dick and asshole.

“Everything else had already been taken or ruined or buried.” Milo’s eyes didn’t soften. Not even a little. “Ivan was mine too,” he said. Not accusing. Not gentle. Just… final. Like grief wasn’t a competition but he was still winning. I shook my head, arms folding tighter around my belly. “You had an empire. You had Emilie. You had blood and soldiers and purpose. I didn’t have any of that. I had him. I had late-night calls and stupid arguments and secrets only we understood.”

Not to mention he was an immoral man borderline psychopath, loves murder and sex. He was perhaps the only man in Central Continent that has a harem of the size of a army battalion. He is the kind of a man I despise, the fucked everyone that he liked and just dumped them all over the place. Even though I have sex too, but I never cast aside my woman, that is my style I took responsibility to whatever I touched. In terms of his prowess, he was a Tier 3 combatant, quite strong and the bloods that were on his hand were plenty, and everyone hated him and wanted him to die at very prayers that any man and would made daily, the Empire citizens always cursed him and his family to die.

We go upstairs, walk through hallways, open doors we definitely shouldn’t be opening, laughing a little at first like it’s a game, like there’s nothing serious behind any of this. We reach a door at the end of the hallway, closed, and Sofi stops beside me, hesitating just enough for me to notice, but I can’t stop, not now, so I reach for the handle and open it without thinking. And there he is. Mateo, against the bed, with a girl, his hand slipped between her legs, his mouth on hers, both of them completely absorbed, like nothing else exists, like the world isn’t about to crash down around them.

“Make out. Both of you. And don’t be quiet. Tell each other what dirty little sluts you are.” Sophia smiled and pulled me close. Our wet bodies pressed together, breasts rubbing, as we kissed deeply. Our tongues slid against each other, the kiss turning sloppy and hungry. “I’m such a filthy slut,” Sophia whispered against my lips. “Letting two men use my holes while my best friend watches.” I moaned softly, grinding against her thigh. “I’m worse. I’m a professor who fucks her student and begs for more. Such a desperate cock-hungry whore.”

“I found myself growing jealous of Noah because I knew for sure that you weren’t wearing panties to give him easy access in case he wanted to fuck you. And I wanted to mess you up too, to fill you up and send you back to him with my cum sliding down your thighs.” “Oh,” is all I can say. That is so dirty. So wrong. But I want it so bad. He smirks darkly, staring down at my pussy. “I guess now I can finally do what I’ve always wanted to.” With those words, Derrick wrenches my thighs wider apart and proceeds to devour my pussy like a man starved.

So many failed attempts to take down Zavier and Caspian. Heavy footsteps echo behind me. When we step into the open, the space changes. The penthouse comes into view. Chandeliers. Red carpets. Rare antiques. Expensive art lining the walls. Zavier’s taste. Just like his father, obsessed with wealth, power, and control. I follow the bodyguard up the staircase toward the top floor. No footsteps follow behind me. I turn.

Rain hammered against the city like a thousand angry fists. From the twenty-third floor of a rundown apartment building, Seraphina Vale watched the storm swallow the skyline. The city never slept. It lied. It cheated. It buried secrets beneath towers of glass and steel. And somewhere among those towers stood the man she hated most. Damian Blackwood. The name alone made her jaw tighten. At twenty-eight, he was already one of the youngest billionaires in the country. CEO of Blackwood Holdings. Media darling. Ruthless businessman.