Fifty Shades Book Collection Novels & Stories

Velvet Obsession Amarissa¥ The archive room smelled of old paper and stale coffee, a scent that clung to your clothes long after you left. I had been there for hours, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like a headache I couldn’t shake. My notebook lay open beside me, pages filled with scribbles, arrows connecting dates and names. Dylan Enterprises kept appearing; charity galas, private investor dinners, late-night “networking events” that left trails of missing people in their wake.

Shapely calves tanned and muscled and her feet bare. Her hair was loose around her shoulder. It made her look younger and smaller somehow. I tore my eyes away before she could see the list in them because that just wouldn't do. I didn't usually have a problem controlling my urges but if yesterday had rued anything it was that she was dangerous to my self control and I didn't want her to realise what power she had over me. Motioning to the chair opposite me I took another sip of the coffee, ignoring the burning pain as the boiling liquid flooded my mouth.

“Go ahead. Pick whatever catches your eye.” Once we got upstairs, I told Brian to wait in his room while I unpacked everything. In my room, I unzipped the suitcase and laid out my entire lingerie collection across the bed. I had honestly forgotten how much I’d bought — panties, bras, stockings, garter belts, skirts, and tops in every color. Just handling them made my cock throb and my inner wolf stir with growing hunger. When everything was displayed, I opened the connecting door and called Brian in. His eyes went wide as he took in the spread.

His eyes darkened as I spilled the contents onto the bed: soft leather cuffs with silver buckles, a silk blindfold, a feather teaser, a small paddle, and a few other items that made my cheeks burn, vibrating plugs, nipple clamps, ropes coiled neatly. “Jesus,” Declan muttered, picking up the cuffs. “Your brother’s into this?” “He’s got kinks,” I said, shrugging like it was no big deal, though my pulse raced. “I hid it back after I found it. Figured we could… borrow.” A slow, predatory smile spread across his face. “Borrow, huh? You sure about this, Zoey? Once we start…” I met his gaze, bold despite the flutter in my stomach. “I’m sure. Show me what a mafia boss can do.”

I would recognize what these were even in my sleep. Whips. Cuffs. Blindfolds. Gags. Collars. Leashes. Dildos. Sex toys. Nipple clamps. Vibrators. Candles sat on a table nearby and my eyes widened in sheer shock as realization dawned on me. Davin was into fucking BDSM. I expected a lot of things to be in this study, maybe even guns and explosives. But hell no, not a red room. Not a room full of my biggest desires. As a masochist, it was hard to find anyone who could ever match my freak. But this? Goodness, this was heaven here on earth. I grabbed the end of one rope and tied it around my wrists, binding them together, and I let out a soft moan.

“The flash drive is inside that box. You can take it. But the doors to this penthouse are locked from the outside. Mr. Vane has decided that your brother’s debt requires a... long-term payment plan.” I scrambled out of bed, ignoring the pain, and ran to the massive oak doors. I pulled, kicked, and pounded, but they didn’t budge. I was trapped thirty floors above the world. I walked back to the bed and opened the velvet box. The flash drive was there, but beneath it was a heavy gold anklet. I picked it up, and my blood turned to ice when I saw the engraving on the inside: Property of Vane. The phone on the nightstand rang. I picked it up with shaking hands.

Chelsea felt the echoes of that surrender still, his heart pounding in his chest like a drumbeat. Chelsea walked closer to the bed, gently running his hand over the cheap blue bed sheets. He remembered how they'd felt under his back, scratching his skin in a way that had sparked more pleasure in his core. Last night, he and Arc had been lost in each other. Sitting on the bed, reminiscing about their passionate encounter, Chelsea's gaze fell upon a wooden box on the drawer. His subconscious warned him against opening it, but curiosity took over. He unclasped the box, revealing some old books inside.

I asked, finally breaking the silence. Shane didn’t respond right away. He stared at me as if weighing the consequences of breathing me in too deeply. Then finally, he stepped closer. “I choose the one that gets results.” he replied faintly. I raised a brow. “You’re saying you want to join me?” I asked. “I’m saying,” he said, reaching into his coat and pulling out a sleek black envelope, “I have something big. And I want you in on it.” I took the envelope, opened it, and found a glossy invitation. Black and gold. Elite. Embossed with the emblem of the YBA Circle Foundation — a name that wore charity like perfume, but stank of dirty money underneath.

BEFORE READING: This book contains 98% explicit sexual content and is intended for a mature audience seeking hot, steamy, raw, and uncensored MM fiction. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, events, actions, businesses, and incidents depicted in this story are entirely imaginary and do not reflect the experiences, beliefs, or actions of the author. Any resemblance to real persons, living or deceased, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in this book are 18 years or older, and all sexual encounters are fully consensual.

“Wait here, I’m going to give you something that will help you relax.” Before I could make a protest, she was gone out of my sight. Girl number eleven was now too close to Ace, as if she wanted to sit on her lap. She kept nudging for his biceps, rubbing her arms against Ace’s from time to time. Ace seemed to be oblivious of the lustful stares he was getting from the girls flocking around him. “Got it” Karen came back catching he breathe with three books in her hands. “Here.” “What am I going to do with these?” grabbing the offered books to me, the book on top was entitled ‘Fifty Shades of Grey.’