Novel & Cerita Fifty Shades Book Collection

The sight hit me like a punch to the gut. Daniel stood behind his large mahogany desk, pants around his ankles, shirt unbuttoned. His hips slammed forward again and again, driving his thick cock into a woman bent over the desk. She was a petite blonde, skirt hiked up around her waist, panties ripped aside, her breasts spilling out of her blouse as they pressed against the polished wood. Her face was turned toward me, eyes half-closed in ecstasy, mouth open in a constant stream of moans.

He didn’t stop them. Alaric dropped to his knees in front of me, pushing my dress up again. “Let’s see what we’re working with.” His fingers hooked into my panties and dragged them down my legs slowly. Cool air hit my soaked pussy and I shivered. “Fuck me,” Alaric breathed, staring at my bare, glistening folds. “Shaved smooth just for your wedding night. And dripping already. Damian, you lucky bastard.” Flynn’s hand slid between my thighs from the side, two thick fingers parting my slick lips. He rubbed my clit in slow circles and my legs trembled. A broken moan slipped out before I could stop it.

It was a wonderful ride! #TylerAndCatherineSigningOff #TheBetasSigningOff xoxo, Cassandra M 💜💜💜 ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ To those who want to see the orders of all the books (per series): THE BLACK SHADOW PACK SERIES He's My Alpha The Beta Is Mine Loving The Gamma In The Arms of My Alpha Through The Eyes of My Alpha Stealing The Heart of My Alpha Under The Moonlight: Collection of Mate Bond Stories

Hello readers!!! Just before we begin, it is important to let you all know that this book is a collection of 10 amazing romance stories all by BLAZE NUKKO. The end of each story only leads to the beginning of another love journey. Here is the sequence for the collection: 1. Marrying My Best Friend's Fiancee 2. Pure Lust 3. Mr Handsome's Addiction 4. All For The Baby 5. A Virgin for His Desires 6. Claimed By The Greek Lord

“You know the answer’s hell no. Don’t act like my two holes don’t scream it loud and clear. Right now, I want ’em both stuffed to the brim.” Fernand chuckled, nodding approvingly. “Out of every whore who crawls in here, you’re the one we all line up for. What the hell don’t you have? Especially those heavenly tits I could suck on for hours. Strip off so we can bury our cocks in you and get this orgy rolling.” Maddie quickly pulled down her skirt, and took off her bra, so her big tits bounced free, barely contained by the thin leather harness that framed them. She left on only the harness and her thigh-high fishnet stockings, then kicked off her boots, practically naked and excited to get her

I’m in the back of the library looking for a quiet spot to study when I hear it — a soft, breathy gasp from the very last row of shelves. I should keep walking. Good girls don’t investigate strange noises. But something pulls me closer. I peek around the corner and my breath catches. Lucas Black has a girl pinned against the tall bookshelves. Her skirt is bunched up around her waist. His hand is between her thighs, fingers moving slowly under her panties. The girl’s head is thrown back, lips parted in silent pleasure as he works her. His grey eyes — sharp, knowing, dangerous — suddenly flick up and lock directly onto mine.

“You’re… this has to be a prank.” She slipped inside before he could protest, closing the door behind her with a soft click. The scent of her—jasmine and something warmer, like heated skin after a long day—filled the tiny space. “No prank. I read *Shadows Entwined*. Every chapter. Twice.” She pulled a battered printout from her bag, pages dog-eared and highlighted. “You wrote the scene where she begs him to ruin her on the director’s chair. That was… visceral.” Heat flooded his face. She had found his anonymous work. The one he poured his darkest fantasies into. “How did you—”

I took one step inside, then another, my eyes wide, my brain screaming at me to turn around and run but my body refused to listen. This was his private collection. This was where he brought women like the one I watched last night. This was where he tied them up and used them. I reached out and let my fingers brush over a pair of heavy metal nipple clamps. The chain between them was cool against my skin. My nipples ached so badly I wanted to pinch them myself right then. I picked up one of the smaller dildos, thick and realistic, and my mind flashed to Richard’s cock from last night—how it had stretched that woman open, how deep he had gone.

Fiona. Before I could drag a single breath into my burning lungs, Elias’s hands clamped around my shoulders like iron. He hauled me up from Dean’s lap, spun me, and in one brutal sweep of his arm cleared the heavy oak table—books, papers, a half-empty wineglass crashing to the floor. Glass shattered; red wine bled across the wood like a sacrifice. He shoved me down on my back, the cold surface shocking my overheated skin. My head hung off the far edge, hair spilling toward the floor, throat exposed, tits heaving with every ragged pant.

It should not have left me standing in the center of the floor like the floor itself had shifted. Cole returned to the low table and picked up a thin folder I had not noticed earlier. He held it out. “I’d like to extend through the weekend. Same structure. Private evenings. The rate is listed on the first page.” I took the folder because my hands needed something to do. The number on the page was absurd more than I would ordinarily earn in two months of steady bookings. It made no practical sense to refuse. It made even less emotional sense to accept, given the way my body was still humming from three seconds of contact and the residual heat of his gaze.