Fifty Shades 4 Novels & Stories

She should have drawn a line and refused to cross it. Forty two. Forty three. Forty four. But the truth was simpler and more dangerous. She wanted to see him. She wanted to feel his hands on her again. She wanted to hear his voice in her ear, low and commanding, calling her princess and good girl and other names she had never let anyone speak. She wanted to kneel for him and beg for him and fall apart for him. Forty five. The doors opened. The forty fifth floor was nothing like the rest of the building. Where the tenth floor was bright and bustling, this floor was dim and quiet. The walls were dark wood instead of glass. The floors were polished concrete instead of carpet. No desks. No compu

, He explained, and I sighed in relief hearing his logic. God! I somehow freaked out when I heard him earlier. "Now, May I?", He asked softly. "No," I shook my head. "Let me do it by myself.", I said, pushing him away so that he could enjoy the show. I took a deep breath and opened the second button of the shirt, and one by one, I started unbuttoning all the buttons of my shirt. I pushed my shirt wide, revealing my black bra but not removing it from my body. I loved the way how eyes moved with each and every movement. I unbuttoned the trouser's button and then pushed them, letting them fall around my ankles.

My eyes fluttered open as I slowly regained consciousness, groaning quietly. As my body squirmed around, I rubbed my eyes, clearing my vision as much as possible. The brightness of the room made me squint, but soon enough I was able to look around. My pupils moved in circles as I tried to examine my surroundings. There I was, lying on a bed, looking around at the interior of an unfamiliar room. There was a door to the bathroom on one side, slightly open. The walls and curtains were jet black, and the bed sheets were patterned with shades of gray and charcoal. The furniture followed along with the color scheme, and the doors did nothing less. The bed frame was a golden color, as were the desi

and she was pretty far away across the food court, so everyone turned to look and saw her boobs practically hanging out of her pink top. Including Tad, who waved and jumped up to go talk to them without saying a word to Miranda. Now it had been at least ten minutes since Tad went over there, and Miranda wondered when he would come back. He’d sat down at the table with the other three girls and seemed mesmerized by the jiggling of the pink girl’s chest. If he didn’t come back soon they would miss the movie and all of Miranda’s plans would be for nothing. She dabbed one of the French fries in ketchup and put it in her mouth without thinking. Then another, and another, until she realized half t

It was clear, well-lit, and taken somewhere I've never come across. Four men stood, side by side, none facing the camera. Even though they weren't facing the camera, you could see what needed to be seen. One face. Four times. It was Drey, but not Drey. My brain and eyes didn't know how to put it at first. It felt like I was seeing Drey in four different faces. They look exactly the same but in different appearances. Like I was staring at the four shades of Drey. My hand started shaking before I felt it happening. The phone trembled in my grip but Victoria reached out and took it back, carefully, like she was removing something fragile from someone who couldn't be trusted with it.

It was surrender. This was the strangest, most terrifying, most exhilarating sex Zach had ever had yet he love it. He loved him. He laid there trembling, his chest heaving and his body humming with aftershocks when Sudan pulled out his fat cock. Sudan leaned over, his breath hot against his ear. “Remember this…no matter how dark things get in this bedroom we’re just roommates out there ”, he whispered to his ears and walked to the bathroom, his cock dangling.

“The stronger the wolf, the more mates they can sustain bonds with. Four mates means you’re much more powerful than anyone knows.” Despite the indignation that coursed through me—having a fourth mate felt like a curse, not a blessing—part of me was curious about what this mysterious fourth mate might be like. Was he another cocky asshole like Lucas? Another brooding jerk like Rowan? Or something else entirely? But mostly, I just hoped I never ran into him. Three mates were already more trouble than I knew what to do with. “Can we continue training?” I asked. “I want to get stronger so I can figure out how to deal with the Elders.”

I wrap my fingers around his shaft, hot and throbbing, and give one slow stroke from root to tip, thumb swirling over the head, spreading that bead in filthy circles. His head falls back against the chair, throat working, a guttural sound ripping out of him. “Scarlett, fuck—” “Shh. Don't cum yet,” I lean in, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “Four thousand people are about to watch me ruin you. Better not disappoint them.” I reach behind my back, unhook my bra, let it fall. The second my nipples hit the air, his restraint snaps.

“Down here, no one hears anything.” Her words slid through the air, hot and dangerous. “You’ve tasted me,” she continued, walking closer. “You’ve touched me. You’ve come for me. But tonight isn’t about pleasure. It’s about control. Mine.” Her eyes flicked to the table behind them, where four black blindfolds waited. “Strip,” she ordered. Clothes hit the floor one by one. Within moments, they stood naked before her. Four hard, ready bodies. Four different kinds of hunger etched across their faces.

“The programme didn’t have three phases.” Mara shook her head. “No.” “Yes.” “You’re lying.” “There were four.” Robert went completely still. Voss’s laughter came faintly through the walls. Evan looked upward. “You hear him?” Nobody answered. “He knows.” Mara stepped toward Evan. “What was Phase Four?” Evan looked at her. His smile disappeared. “Erasure.” Cruz’s face tightened. “Memory?” “No.” Evan shook his head. “People.” The siren stopped. Every light went out.