Fifty Shades Book Collection Novels & Stories

“Don’t worry.” Ah. She was learning. Learning exactly what kind of effect she had on me. A slow, darker smile threatened to surface. I would have to regain control of that—soon. “Looks like someone finally managed to rein my little brother in,” Nate chuckled. “Finally!” Perra cheered. I shook my head, unimpressed. Nova slipped free of Perra and turned to me. “Oh—these are for everyone.” She reached for the boxes, but I handed them over before she could take them. My mother gestured toward the table.

and trying to close her legs. But I didn’t stop. I pushed her panties aside and slid one finger along her slick folds, finding her clit and rubbing it in slow, gentle circles. She gasped, her book dropping to the floor with a soft thud. I kept going, teasing her until her hips started twitching. Then I eased one finger inside her tight, dripping pussy, curling it just right while my thumb kept working her clit.

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

I glanced at the book she was reading, the cover bright and dramatic, with a couple locked in a passionate embrace. My eyebrows shot up and as my gaze drifted to the shelves lining her side of the room, my jaw nearly dropped. If I thought the cover of that one was five percent sexual, then the rest were hundred. Books were everywhere, stacked, lined up neatly, or scattered in small piles. Most of them had similar covers, all romance novels with titles that made me blink twice. “You’ve got a collection,” I said, half-impressed and half-shocked. Her cheeks turned crimson, the blush creeping all the way to her ears. She looked like she wanted the floor to swallow her whole.

Nina shook her head and made her way toward the exit. "I'm outside; call if you need something," Nina said before leaving her in the library. Elaina nodded and picked up the three books - Fifty Shades of Grey, Fifty Shades of Darker, and Fifty Shades of Freed. She whispered, "Just wow! I love to reread it." Elaina fell in love with those books at first sight. She picked up the book piles and walked straight to her room. When she was passing through the foyer, from nowhere, Aaron appeared and scooped her in his arms without prior notification.

There were a couple Vietnamese and Singaporean movie posters in the corner, a huge Gone with the Wind one covering the closet doors, stacks of books in French, German, and Vietnamese littering the place, and a little group of fresh-looking Economics books sitting neatly arranged on the desk. A hundred fragrant shampoos and conditioners peeked out from her shower stall in the bathroom. She moved past all of this to her bed, where she peeled back the black sheets. Then she turned to face me and after just a thought or two placed her thumbs inside her shorts, pushing them and her panties to the ground before me. It was just her now.

I imagine it locked around my ankles, forcing me open, exposing me, and my nipples tighten, pressing against the fabric of my lace bra. Then I see the files. A stack of them, tucked into a drawer beneath a table. I pull one out, my breath hitching as photos spill into my hands. Women. Bound. Gagged. Bent over benches, their asses red from spankings, their pussies glistening. Butt plugs stretching them, clamps pinching their nipples. And in every single one, he's there. Adrian, fully dressed, his expression cold, his hands on their bodies, his cock buried inside them. His grip bruising on their hips, his fingers tangled in their hair as he fucks their mouths.

The lock clicked open, the sound as loud as a gunshot in the silent, sun-drenched office. She pulled the drawer open. There, nestled amongst expensive pens and a signed first edition, was a small, unassuming black book. It looked old, the leather worn smooth in places. It felt heavier than it should, heavy with the weight of her husband’s trust, a trust she was about to shatter into a million pieces.

I explained while keeping the antique tome in his table. "It's a book about mates but this is the first volume of it's collection, and it doesn't have provided any potential information so far." Alpha Brian leaned back in his chair, his eyes scanning my face and to the book as he listened intently. "Hmm, I see. This book is part of a collection, you say?" I nodded, my fingers pointing at the back page, showing where it shows its collection. "Yes, Alpha. There are five more volumes to it, but the first one seemed more like an introduction. I couldn't find anything useful in it."

“Oh my gosh!” She can no longer hold her excitement as soon as she beheld the collector’s edition of her favorite books. All twelve of them are hardbound and have a leathery surface and are gold-plated. And most of all, these are all hers. In her estimation, all of these perhaps are in a whopping amount of more or less 50,000$. “Thank you,” she said with a glorious beam at him. “Thank you? Of the thousand of dollars I spent for these books, you only gave me a ‘thank you’?” Denver clicked his tongue.