Erin Ashford Fucked Novels & Stories

Why would he cheat with a person who is the opposite of me? Weirdo. "Stop being too classy.. too arrogant.. too proper.. Until when? Boys hate this attitude.." She said and I rolled my eyes bored. "I'm not interested in dating these days." "Why are you taking dating for something serious? Have fun! Date, make out, and you know.. do crazy things." Ashley said and I was speechless. "You're still young.. Settling down must be one the bottom or on the last of your list. Come on! I'll show you how to have fun!" She smirked and I looked at her suspiciously.

And for a heartbeat, I did. The shadows steadied slightly. Then something shifted. A flicker at the edge of the clearing. Movement. My focus broke. The shadows reacted violently. They surged outward with explosive force. “Aria—!” I gasped as one thick strand snapped forward, faster than I could retract it. It struck Riven square in the chest. The impact echoed across the clearing like a crack of thunder. He was thrown backward, skidding across the frozen ground before slamming into the wooden barrier at the edge of the training yard.

By the time the gala ended, Natalie had spoken to key investors, secured three major partnership invitations, and signed off on a new charity initiative—Ashes to Empires, a foundation supporting women rebuilding their lives after public scandal, divorce, or abuse. It wasn’t just a name. It was her truth. And now it was her mission. As her car pulled away from the Grantham Hotel, Natalie looked out at the glittering skyline. She didn’t need Adrian’s approval. She didn’t need society’s forgiveness. She had herself. And that was more than enough.

Filing: Criminal Investigation and Asset Seizure against Lucian Vance for Domestic Abuse, Forced Medical Exploitation, and Constructive Manslaughter. And pinned beneath the filing was a private message sent directly to my personal terminal, visible only to me: I am not running anymore, Lucian. Come to London and take your trial.

"Operation Ashfall wasn't authorized by an Alpha. It was engineered by a coward hiding behind stolen administrative keys and forged signatures." Torin’s eyes widened, a sudden flicker of genuine panic cutting through his arrogant facade. He hadn't expected her to piece together the depth of the deception so quickly. He opened his mouth to rasp another retort, but Julian’s grip tightened just enough to cut off the air entirely, plunging the elder into a limp, unconscious collapse. Julian dropped Torin’s body to the floor with a heavy, unceremonious thud. The old man lay sprawled across the stone, chest barely rising as air painfully forced its way back into his lungs.

“Look.” She shoved her phone into my hands with such force I nearly dropped it. “This was sent to me five minutes ago. Your darling mother of your kids is a whore.” I didn’t respond. I looked at the screen. A video. Low lighting. Heavy breathing. I recognized the bedroom immediately, it wasn’t ours, but I’d been there before. Some penthouse suite. The camera focused, shaky, on two bodies, her body moving on top of a man. Her head was tilted back, lips parted, her moans unmistakably hers.

He's been a dick before, but he made a promise to himself that he'd never hurt her again. He took enough from her as it is. A son (or daughter), and now the man she loved. Oh, he's sure that she loved Damien Keller. It kills him to admit it, but it's the truth. He can only hope that she never finds out about what he's done, because if she does, he's a dead man. Ash Rockford is playing with fire. A woman's wrath can burn brighter than any hell he's ever seen, and he's been places. Ash took Damien away from her, and she's got sufficient power now to make him pay for what he's done. Ash's plan A failed, and he has no doubt that his plan B will fail as well.

“Sucking me off under the table like that. You wanted to get caught, didn’t you?” “Yes,” I gasped, gripping the edge of the table as he fucked me hard. “I needed you.” Asher’s thrusts were powerful and deep, one hand on my hip and the other reaching around to rub my clit in tight circles. I came fast, biting my lip to stay quiet as pleasure crashed over me. He pulled out, breathing hard, and pressed against my ass instead. “You want this too?” “Please,” I begged, pushing back against him. He pushed in slowly, the stretch intense but so good. He fucked my ass with deep, steady strokes while his fingers worked my clit. I came again, harder this time, trembling against the table. Asher followed

he hissed, screwing me hard enough to make the bed frame creak. “Ahh—Mmmphh…!” I moaned in a broken, muffled sound. In no time Samuel’s cock jerked. He pulled my face away, my tongue lolled out as he painted my face with his seed. I stretched my tongue to catch some of it in my mouth. “Fuuck! Your pussy is just how I imagined, mom—a cheap, slutty cunt!” Asher groaned, slamming harder into me. My chest heaved. I knew this was the perfect moment to push him away, stop him from fucking his mother’s pussy and drive him out.

"Don't play dumb. Don't tell me that you have no idea what the pimp did last night. You're so ruthless! Ashley is pregnant." Valeria finally assembled some clues from Mason's accusation. Something happened to Ashley, and Mason suspected that she and Bob were responsible. She let out a snort of laughter, "So what happened to Ashley? Just say it. It's ridiculous of you to be so upset." "Well, let's get down to brass tacks. Ashley was stripped naked and splashed with pig's blood among the tombs in the countryside, her car was smashed, too. She is freaked out and having a high temperature now. You two did it, didn't you?"