Fifty Shades Darker The Book Novels & Stories

|To my readers, this chapter is a bit extreme as it contains BDSM and torture. Feel free to skip this if it makes you uncomfortable.| Ava's POV Whatever we did in the first round was child's play. This time, my hands were bound above my head while on my knees as Davin circled me for a while. “Look at me, Ava.” He commanded but I kept my gaze down, my lips curving a bit when I knew what being defiant would get me.

he whispered. The words made my stomach tighten with a mix of nerves and anticipation. Before I could respond, the cloth slid over my eyes, darkness swallowing everything. My other senses sharpened immediately, every sound, every breath, every movement around me. “Open your mouth. Let this cock ruin you.” Heat rushed to my cheeks. I parted my lips, and a moment later I felt the thick pressure pushing past them. My mouth stretched around the intrusion, my lips tightening instinctively as I tried to adjust. The taste, the warmth, the sheer weight of it made my breath hitch.

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.

His body trembled, every nerve frayed. “I guess I’ll just have to teach you a lesson”, with that he sunk back into Zach and began to fuck his hole mercilessly as he dragged his hair back, hitting all the right places. He pushed him past his limit to the land of no return. This wasn’t just about disobedience and correction, no, this was something else. Something darker, Sudan was tearing him apart with his cock and putting him back together with ruthless precision. It was overwhelming. It was too much. And yet, it was everything! And when release finally tore through them, it wasn’t just physical shudder. It was surrender.

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.

Paired with this white nasty dress, I figured that I could ask the delivery man which color soothes me better. After which, he will tell me which shade of each color. My clit has the darkest black piercing, the kind that shimmers yet soaks into the pit of my leaking precum. Maybe compliments it. My pierced clit is an appetizer, something that when you spank your cock on it, it spreads a dose of chilly wetness all over your bad cock. It's the same reason I don't have a bestie.

[LUNA] Here I am again, at the bar, trying to drown myself in liquor. But this isn't just any liquor—this one is different. A darker brew, gifted by the elder vampires themselves. I don’t know what’s in it, but it grips me, sends a shiver down my spine, makes the room spin just the way I want it to.

He nodded, satisfied with the intel, but cranked the vibe higher, the buzz intensifying until sweat beaded on my forehead, trickling down my neck. The penthouse lights dimmed automatically as evening deepened, the glow from the sprawling metropolis below filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting our scene in hues of electric blue and crimson. I rocked in the chair, hips grinding against the unyielding seat, chasing the relentless buzz that had me teetering on the edge. Zade stood then, his cock already hardening again, tenting his pants as he approached. He unzipped my suit fully now, peeling the fabric down to pool at my waist, leaving my upper body bare—breasts heaving, skin

I swallow the lump in my throat and descend. The air down here is cooler, thicker with the smell of leather and dust and secrets. Torches have guttered out, but faint violet light clings to the edges of things—my new sight, maybe, or the contract’s gift. The shadows dance ahead of me, playful almost, skipping along the shelves until they reach a particular bookcase. One tendril stretches, points. A heavy black tome launches itself from the highest shelf and thumps into my waiting hands. I stagger under the weight. The book is bound in leather so dark it drinks the light; no gold leaf, no embossed sigils, just smooth, inky blackness. The title is etched in silver that seems to shift when I ti

Taking out the book, The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty, Tasha gave this to me. Ever since she caught me here reading Fifty shades, which almost had me dying in embarrassment, she promised to get me another of its kind. But more hardcore and intense. Reason why I hid it here is because if Bryson ever finds this type of novel in my room, he is gonna kill me. I was just in chapter three and I was already squirming in my seat. A normal teenage girl would burn the book and wash her eyes with bleach at the kind of sex scenes and hardcore pornography in this novel, but I wasn't normal.