Romans & histoires Fifty Shades Darker Read

When the last man of this round finished—pulling out of my ass to come across my lower back—I hung limp in the chains, body trembling, every inch covered in their release, breath ragged, mind floating somewhere between exhaustion and euphoria. The darkness stayed complete. But I heard them moving again—slow footsteps, low voices, the unmistakable sound of cocks being stroked back to hardness. They still had more to give. And God, I wasn't so sure if I was ready for more. They were really going to fuck me to death.

He looked tired, yet completely at ease. The camera slowly panned as Serena deliberately brushed her fingers across the necklace around her neck. It was a star-shaped pendant—one I knew too well. She fiddled with it playfully, and her smile turned triumphant, like she was silently showing off her ownership over my husband at that moment. I clutched my phone so tightly that I could feel the heat of the device vividly against my palm. However, my whole body felt frigid all over. I instinctively wanted to run and flee from the unbearable truth. But the anger and heartbreak stabbed so deep that I couldn't bring myself to turn away.

" Darkness. It came down upon her with the same force as Lily like. Her wrists hurt, bound so tightly the rope burned into flesh. Coppery, rich, fleshy, and warm was the flavor of the blood on her lips—warm. The last she had been doing was pushing away hands that had clutched at her, the instant of blindness of what had struck her head before the world went dark. And there she was, now. Butchered an animal. Knees thudding onto cold marble floor, scorching up her legs. She struggled against the dizziness trying to overwhelm her, stumbling.

I reached out and opened the door, revealing the dark office of Julia peters. My heart skipped a beat. I hadn't realised in my fear the day before that the office was unnaturally dark. The only light available was from a lantern at the farthest corner of the room. I thought someone like that should be able to afford to buy thousands of bulbs and chandeliers. I shrugged and looked around the room then I noticed a movement from the corner of my eyes and there she was. Seated in her chair, staring at me. No not me, Roddy.

I got a card and read the letter inside, Here are a violet flower and a violet color card for the most beautiful girl in the whole world for me. I hope you're doing fine. How's life? Are you okay, or not? Probably not-you're drowning on my love for you ksksks. I easily got disgusted upon reading it. I didn't know he was so cheesy. It was as if my body hairs are starting to stand because of the disgust I'm feeling. I returned the card and got another one. This was the last card that he gave me. I now regret not reading the cards that he's been giving me.

Chapter 10: OSCAR'S POV: The red lighting in Darkar pulsed like a heartbeat, casting long shadows across the velvet walls of my private suite. The air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke, and the faint musk of sex from the girls in the clubhouse below. I leaned back on the leather couch, legs spread, one arm draped over the shoulder of ruby, one of the girls that worked at the club house She sat beside me fumbling with my buttons as I maintained an eye level with the much older woman sitting opposite me.

I swallowed hard, marveled at her intoxicating overpowering scent, I inhaled slowly surprised at the potency in it. She leaned in closer and closer till she was able to get hold of my lips with hers, teasing with wet kisses all over and rubbing her hands on my chest She let loose and pushed me down to the bed, I gave her an inquiry look. She walked up to the switch and put on the darkest light and for once I felt comfortable again in my own room She stood in a way the moonlight shimmered and bathed all her features, I could still see in the dark as she slowly took off her clothes...

"I'll ask you one last time. Why did you betray us?" The man on the throne-like chair leaned forward and folded his hands as he looked at his prey in the eye. His forest green eyes were barely devoid of any emotion. His chestnut brown hair was disheveled and his dark blue tie lay loosened around his neck. Even if he did not show any emotion, a dark and dangerous air filled the room, forcing everyone to suck in a deep breath. The beast was about to unleash its wrath and they could only pray to stay alive at the end of the day and watch the sunrise again.

If I was going to be stuck in here, I might as well spend the day properly with some dark romance to keep me company. Curled up against the pillows, I flipped open the worn-out pages, my eyes scanning the words like they were my lifeline. The scene was intense. The kind of shit that makes your breath hitch, your body heat up, your skin tingle, a tear rolling down your thighs, and your mind wander to places it probably shouldn't. For the Moon Goddess' sake, I shouldn't even be reading this. But what's the point of hiding it? It's my guilty pleasure.

He followed right after, holding me tight as he finished. The most intense night came a few days later. We were in the study after dinner. The fire was low and the room felt heavy with tension. Damien handed me a fresh stack of pages. His newest chapter. "Read it out loud," he said. He stood behind me and slowly pulled off my dress. "Every word. While I fuck you. And I want you to describe exactly how it feels. Do not stop reading." I was completely naked except for the soft ropes he wrapped around my wrists. He bent me over the big oak desk and pushed inside me slowly at first. I started reading. The scene was extremely filthy. It described the heroine being taken so hard she lost herself c